I have seen Phantom of the Opera 3 times, as well as the play in seattle a while ago, and the book is somewhere on my long 'to read' list /glances over at the overflowing bookshelf/ as in...very long. But, I was watching it the third time, and I decided I needed to write some sort of slash for it. Henceforth...

And yes, this IS slash, m/m realtionship, angst, all that good stuff. I can't write much else, well, I could, but i don't want to.

PART THE FIRST

I hadn't seen her since we were small, and how she'd grown! And how she could sing! I'd missed her over the years; she had been one of my dearest friends. I didn't care about her that way, I never had. That is, until he came, him with all his damn complications and problems. All the confusing things he brought with him.

I first heard his voice when he was calling to you after I'd invited you to supper, hoping to catch up on all the years apart. But then, I found the door locked, and a strange voice on the other side, calling you. The angel of music. And I could hear why you called him that.

There was something in that voice when I first heard it that time. Something that woke up and screamed at me. It was strange really. It scared me too. No feeling so strong should be wakened by a voice, not even one such as his. It scared me more than I wanted to admit. It frightened me so.

I carried that something inside me for the next day, pondering on it, and the note in my hand. The flowering script, the red skull (subtle, really subtle there) and the O.G. added as if in an afterthought. The note rested warm in my pocket for a while, and I was loath to let it go to those two fools, who read it and seemed as frightened as I felt.

Which was foolish really, what was there to be frightened of? Nothing, a ghost.

A ghost.

Nothing more.

A ghost.

A voice that one could fall in love with.

... Wait, what did I just think?

Fall. In love. With a voice. No. Nah-uh. Not possible. I was not...

I saw him. I'm not sure if anyone else did, but I glimpsed him as he disappeared. And I heard his voice again. Dear lord, no one should have a voice like that. Especially no man such as he.

Christine dragged me up to the roof of the opera house shortly therefore, clamming to have seen his face, his horrible face, with me denying his existence. For if he was real...

I had to tell myself he was not, for if he was, then these feelings, these feelings I should not be feeling. So, telling myself I did not have such feelings, I latched myself onto Christine. I wanted her to stop from wanting you.

I saw you again, on that rooftop, I saw you watching us. And I told myself I loved her, not you, not your voice. Besides, she was beautiful, and a dear friend. What more could you ask for in a wife?

You, on the other hand, did you even have a name to be called by?

Even if you do not, I want you. I wonder what it would be like to have you holding me... What it would feel like to lie together...

No. I love her, I love Christine.

I do not want you and your voice that makes me feel strange just hearing it.

I did not fall in love with you through your voice.

I did not fall in love with you.

raoul is at stage one, denial. yeah, about halfway through writing this, i saw the movie again. I LOVE THAT MOVIE! ok... so yeah, review, i thingk erik and raoul make a good pairing, flame me if you like...

More to come. this is planned as a 3 part story from raoul's POV