Hi! Thank you for click in my story, a couple of things fast before start
This fanfic covers from when Erik (Erika in this case) takes Christine out of the stage after Carlotta avoid her from singing in her debut, and my purpose is to make the unmasking scene a little more in line with Christine character and to fix some things that do not have much sense for me, like when Christine did not give a fuck when Erik collapsed the chandelier of the opera with a gun, and basically, I gave them a little more time to talk because the main villain in y & k phantom, is not Erik, is the lack of communication
The story is based on the production of Takarazuka as a base, and although I understand Erik is interpreted by a woman and is not a phantom female version, but basically I do not care. And as always when I write this Erik's version, she is half Japanese and half French, I take as a canvas the production of 2004 so Wao Youka is Erika here
This may or may not be the beginning of a series, I need a universe to work on my other fanfics
And I'm gonna shut up now but I want to remember that English is not my first language, if you notice something wrong, let me know

'' Angel, come here! '' Christine almost ordered sitting in her vanity watching Erika enter through the mirror, one of these days she would have to ask how that worked.

Or why in the first place there was a secret passage in the mirror, Christine had already accepted that her teacher was… peculiar, and that she would save herself a lot of headaches if she did not question her so often and accept her eccentricity as part of her personality ... but one day she would have a conversation about it with her, a long one.

'' Are we demanding today? '' The masked woman asked, playful, she was in an excellent mood tonight and that immediately melted Christine's nerves.

''Sorry, I'm so nervous. '' She said, covering her face with her hands.

'' I knew you were good from the moment I heard you, but it definitely happened faster than I thought. '' Erika joked putting her hands on Christine's shoulders, she was smiling, her eyes were bright and Christine could almost swear that there was color in her pale cheeks.

For someone whose energy was so chaotic, she always did a good job giving her peace of mind, and as an answer she covered one of her hand with hers and played absent-mindedly with the ring her maestra always wore.

'' I do not think am ready. '' She affirmed in a sigh.

'' Your voice is ready. '' Erika said just as convinced '' Is not perfect, but compared to Carlotta, it is, I hate that frog. '' She complained and nodded firmly, very much in agreement with her own thoughts, her hair it fell on her face and Christine had the urge to comb it back, she hoped that soon the day when her angel would let her do her hair would come.

'' I'm starting to think that you're only letting me act because you do not want to see Carlotta on stage again, I admit, the previous production ... it was questionable. '' She confessed shrugging and grimacing.

''Questionable?! It was horrible! Julieta is not a character that I love but I never thought I'd hate her as much as that night, God that was horrified, and I'm not even a believer!" She recalled, outraged at the simple existence of Carlotta. As always, she was gesticulated dramatically, Christine could not see her expression as her dark hair covered her face, she did not understand how her angel could be so comfortable with so much hair on her face.

'' I remember the tantrum you did, you complained about for hours and then you fell asleep on the floor of my apartment. '' She recalled laughing and turning to take her hand.

'' Now we are talking about me? You are inventing things Christine, that never happened. " She defended herself, she was so convincing that the soprano almost believed her even though she had been there.

'' All right, that did not happen. You did not complain for three hours and and you do not get up off the floor hoarse the next morning. '' Christine agreed holding her laugh and swinging their hands together, Erika opened her eyes wide but she didn't say anything.

'' Ok enough of those hypothetical scenarios about me, where do you needed help? '' She asked with her hands in the air in defeat.

'' Oh yes that. '' Christine said when reality hit her again, she turned quickly to face the mirror again '' I can not see the back of my head, could you hold the mirror for me? '' She asked offering her a round mirror she had on the vanity.

'' Of course. '' She said smiling, Christine returned the smile somewhat tense but sincere.

The next few minutes were spent in comfortable silence, Christine works quickly on her head but could feel the heart beating in her throat and a thin layer of cold sweat covering her body. It was a wonderful feeling that she always dreamed of experiencing, but she had a bad feeling.

'' Are you happy? '' Erika asked when Christine smiled broadly as she listened to the people beginning to fill the auditorium.

'' I'm ecstatic, I feel like I'm going to throw up but I'm so excited, I wish papa was here. '' She said overflowing with joy, placing flowers in her hair.

'' As long as you do not throw up on stage, it's okay, '' She said, and the simple and confident way she said it made Christine laugh.

'' I'm about to finish, wait a second. '' She said finishing positioning the flowers and accommodating her curls, her maestra had not complained about being uncomfortable and although her arms were extended, she did not give the least sign of being numb, but she knew how difficult it was for her to be without moving and doing nothing for so long.

'' Do not worry, I've never seen such perfection. '' She said, with so much sincerity filled her words, her eyes clouded by a warm and loving mist, her words were an affirmation, said with as much simplicity and firmness as if she were commenting on the weather, she did not seem to realize the intimacy with which she had spoken.

Christine immediately turned red, began to pray that she would not hear her heartbeat. Her teacher, as socially awkward and introverted as she was, did not seem to notice how those words filled her with warm butterflies.

Was this a normal feeling towards your best friend? She did not believe it, especially because of the great impulse to hug her that invaded her at that moment, her fingers twisted involuntarily, wanting to touch her, but she resisted, not wanting to break the moment.

But someone did it for her, unfortunately.

'' Christine? Are you ready? Can I talk to you? "Said Philippe, touching the door politely.

'' Oh, it's Philippe. '' She said happily, although she would have preferred he had not arrived at that moment, she was happy to see her friend.

'' I will return later to do your makeup. '' Erika said, her voice went cold as Christine had never heard.

'' Angel, hide in ... '' She said but when she turned around, she realized that she was talking to the air, she was alone.

How someone who made her feel so warm, could leave the air so cold?

'' What happened out there? '' Erika asked incredulously and with a heavy breath, her hair falling all over her face and Christine could see the adrenaline and anger burn in her eyes, but she spoke to her gently, almost as if she were talking to a child.

'' I'm so sorry, angel. I do not know what happened to me '' Christine prayed covering her face, crying in anguish and shaking like a leaf.

'' Christine ... '' Erika said in a sigh, not knowing how to comfort the soprano.

When suddenly she straightened her posture and pointed accusingly to her teacher with her finger.

''why did you do that?! Everything is worse now, how could it have crossed your mind that that was a good idea? ! What were you thinking? ! '' Christine almost shouted approaching dangerously to the face of her maestra, she was too sad and dazed to really show anger, so the panic was the main emotion that overflowed in each of his words.

'' I could not leave you there, what was I supposed to do? Let your career die before it started? "Erika defended, taking a few steps back, shaking a hand behind her back, trying to get rid of the impulse to carry it to her face.

'' But throw the opera's chandelier with a bullet? ! What kind of excuse is that? It was dangerous!, you could kill someone! " She said rubbing his eyes furiously to eliminate the tears.

'' I'm sorry.'' Erika apologized, giving up her defensive posture after a silence where the only sounds of the room were Christine's sobs.

'' I was so scared, angel. When they came in with the guns I thought they were going to kill you, '' she said in the middle of a sob, throwing herself into her teacher's arms and finding her face on her neck.

She was devastated, she was ashamed, she wanted the earth to swallow her.

Erika immediately returned the hug and held her to her chest protectively with a steel grip, her face filled with disbelief and felt her cheeks warm as she felt Christine's breath on her neck

'' Were you afraid of me being hurt? '' She said full of confusion, her eyes wide open, the idea just did not fit in her head.

'' Of course! '' Christine nodded breaking the hug '' You are my best friend, angel, and I do not want to get hurt, you did something very dangerous, you put us all at risk, promise me you will not do anything like that, promise me! " She exclaimed, clinging to the lapels of Erika's suit like a castaway on her raft.

Erika's heart broke in her chest at seeing her so affected for her fault, so gently she took Christine's both hands and bring them to her lips to kiss them affectionately, she smiled reassuringly, rubbing circles with her thumb in her little hands.

'' I promise, '' She vowed, looking into her eyes.

Christine really smiled for the first time since the fiasco and blushed at the intensity of her gaze '' You promise what? '' She said sternly crossing her arms, not wanting to relive an incident similar to what had just happened.

'' I promise I will not put anyone's life at risk, '' She said solemnly raising a hand in the air '' ... at least not tonight '' She joked with a crooked smile raising her visible eyebrow.

Christine visibly calmer, laughed as she rubbed her nose and wiped her tears with the back of her hand.

'' Here you have, sweetheart. '' Erika said pulling a handkerchief from her pocket and lovingly squeezing her shoulders.

'' Thank you, angel. '' She replied taking the handkerchief and cleaning the smudge makeup under her eyes.

Erika smiled at her for the last time and took a few steps away to give her privacy, her eyes carefully analyzed the room more than anything out of habit, she did not think there was anything different since she was here a couple of hours ago.

Everything was the same from that moment, but immediately she registered a glass with a suspiciously looking brown liquid. She raised it, shake it a little at the eye level and after a brief and detained visual analysis, she approached it to her 'nose' and sniffed carefully, it smelled chemical, she could identify several of the compound but in her anger she could not remember its names, it definitely did not seem like something to drink.

'' Christine, '' She called, her angel turned to look at her with wet eyes, Erika's stomach twisted with anger '' You drank this? '' Asked raising the glass, Christine's eyes opened and even without her spoke, Erika knew the answer,

'' Yes. '' she nodded, feeling her bowels writhing in repentance.

'' Who gave it to you ?! '' She asked full of anger, ready to split necks.

'' Carlotta '' She whispered looking at the floor embarrassed, as if it was her fault

'' Carlotta! '' Erika exclaimed, almost spitting the name.

At that moment someone began to knock the door loudly, Erika clenched her fists and Christine covered her ears with her hands, each blow sounded maximized for her.

'' Christine, Christine! '' Phillipe shouted from the top of his lungs, banging on the door with all his might.

''stop! I want this night to end already! "Christine shouted when everything became too much for her.

Erika immediately realized that she had reached her breaking point and came to her side just in time to catch her when she fainted. She held her protectively, she was white as a sheet and even in dreams she was not able to leave her anguished expression.

'' Christine! '' Philippe shouted when he finally got into the room and found it completely empty.

The sound of his scream echoed in Erika's ears as she walked to her lair through the secret passage of the mirror, Christine deep asleep in her arms.

No one would ever harm her again while she was alive, someone would pay for this

Christine felt that she was sunk in water, listened to someone's voice, listened to music, but everything so far away, like she had water in her ears, and she felt someone touching her as softly as she were made of glass.

She opened her eyes suddenly, got up partially supporting her weight on the elbows. The first thing she saw was her maestra's back, and she panicked when she saw that her intention was to leave the room.

'' Do not go! '' She prays, sitting quickly on the bed and extending her hand, immediately repented and put that hand to her forehead, the whole room was spinning

'' Christine! '' Erika said surprised and immediately was at her side.

She put her hand on the blonde's forehead and Christine immediately leaned against her, her maestra always had cold hands and the bands of the ring she was always wearing were also cold.

'' Where were you going? '' She asked, the silence that answered her question did not please her and gave her a bad feeling.

'' Nowhere. '' She replied, but Christine did not believe her.

'' Angel, you promised me you would not do anything dangerous. '' She reminded.

It was one of those moments where she writhed when she remembered that she did not know her name. She was her best friend, she spent most of the day with her, took her lessons and then talked and read while she arranged Carlotta's costumes and clothes. Calling her maestra even outside of class time felt good and referring to her as her angel felt right, but this was a serious situation and she had no way of proving it was.

The woman masked was thoughtful for a few long minutes, in which Christine's anxiety grew. She opened her eyes and saw her, there was something threatening that she had never seen in her until that night, and for a moment she was almost afraid.

But then, her angel started singing for her

Angel of music, guide and guardian

Come to me, with your glory

Angel of music, hide no longer

Come to me, strange angel

Her voice had a mesmerizing effect on her, it resonated deeply in her soul and immediately, it made her feel calmer. Her teacher, almost without her noticing, put her back on the bed. Her eyelids weighed and she did not bother trying to keep them open.

Erika looked at her for a second, marveling that she was real and not just a vision of her tortured mind.

'' Angel. '' Christine whispered, opening her eyes.

She stared at her teacher and took her hand in hers, Erika's breathing was cut short.

'' Please do not do anything stupid, I do not want to lose you. '' She whispered with wet eyes, her baby blue eyes made Erika's heart twist with love and guilt, she had never seen such an intense gaze from her.

'' I will not do it, keep sleeping. '' She promised solemnly, this time honestly. And he smiled at her, removing one of the dead flowers from her hair.

Christine could not help but smile, and maybe it was her headache and her sleepy mind talking, but she wondered what it would feel like to kiss her cheek. For a moment she could feel the scent and the warm of her skin, and she could see herself cleaning a lipstick stain from her mask with her thumb.

It was not the first time she had those thoughts, and she always dismissed it simply by saying that was not right, in her mind the idea was not possible, that such things did not exist, and although she had heard whispers and offensive words that were almost spit on the matter in the opera, she had not come to the conclusion that her cloudy mind did, maybe that could be, but she was not that girl.

But at that moment it looked so possible for Christine, so simple, she could just drag her out of the vest and kiss her cheek, kiss her lips ...

Her eyes had always been so warm? she has the most beautiful brown eyes.

But that was just a dream, and with that thought, the unconsciousness received her.

Erika hummed for a few more minutes until she was sure she had fallen asleep and carefully and reluctantly released her hand.

'' Not today Satan, not today.'' She said in a sigh, giving up her mission to make Carlotta pay.

Would she really have to sit down and let that odious frog get away with it? Her anger resurfaced again and, looking guiltily at Christine, she left the room.

Maybe she would just have a little fun. What harm could do?

Do not take me wrong, I love y&k phantom but that moment where Christine runs is the moment that hurts me the most and I get angry because Christine would not do something like that, Fainting is valid, but running like that not because in y&k, Erik was not a shadow or an angel for Christine, he was a person, he was her friend, but that why fanfiction exist
and even though it seemed silly to me that Christine did not know Erik's name until the end, I decided to include it, for Erika it is a defense layer and it seems that Christine doesn't even care, so I go with that.
The scene of the unmasking is in the next chapter and the two remaining chapters are pure fluff, nobody is going to bleed to dead into the arms of anyone here.
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