Phantom of My Heart

by Supa Artemis and Supa Cheyenne

Young Sabine and her friend Mai are living their dreams, singing and dancing in the famous Opera Populaire. But what happens when both the infamous Joey Wheeler and the mysterious Opera Ghost take an interest in Sabine? YYxOC one-sided JoeyxOC By Cheyenne

1. Prologue

Cheyenne: Well well! Alrighty then. I promised you a Phantom of the Opera/Yu-Gi-Oh! crossover, and here it is! I am VERY sorry for all the delays, and this story may be a bit… slower, since I am still working out a few of the bugs. It's not going to follow the original Phantom of the Opera plotline (For the record: I hate Raoul. Christine should have ended up with the Phantom!) which is why I have bugs to work out ^^ I'm debating over something that would be crucial to the plot, should I decide to add it in (it would change the whole story). But, since I promised to have this out like, 3 days ago, I've decided to write up a prologue ^^

Yami, would you mind?

Yami: Disclaimer. Cheyenne does not own (or claim ownership) to both Yu-Gi-Oh! or The Phantom of the Opera.

Cheyenne: Thank you. And I'll still deciding on my main females name. But it's fine, because I MIGHT be writing this story from 1st person (I'm still deciding on that, so… sorry for more delays D=). I think her name'll be Sabine ^^

Yami: Cheyenne wants you all to know that she has never really started and finished a whole story from first person, and that it will switch views from the main female to the Phantom. She'll indicate when it does this. She also says flamers will be beaten with THE stick of DOOM.

*Whispering* THE stick of DOOM? What are you, 3?

Cheyenne: Sometimes I think my parents wonder…

Yami: …Alright then.

Cheyenne: Yep! Anyways, presenting the prologue to Phantom of My Heart!

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You walk in the doorway, making sure to close the door itself softly behind you. Taking a few steps forward, you find yourself in the center of a grand foyer.

In front of you is a set of double stair cases, one curving to the right, the other to the left. At the top (and in between) the two staircases is a small balcony, with what looks like a grand hallway behind it. You gasp, and your hand flies to your mouth. This is beautiful! Golden-polished brass shines on the rails of the white marble staircase, and the walls and floors match this well. Two vases are places near the end of each staircase, on the outside.

You look around again, feeling a sudden rush of warmth.

"H-hello?" You call, feeling rather nervous and plain compared to the grandeur of this place.

"Why hello!" You turn to your left and see a woman, maybe in her early thirties. She is still very beautiful, with wavy chestnut brown hair that falls just above the middle of her back. Her eyes are a clear, icy sapphire blue, and her skin is pale. But her expression is warm and welcoming, as she waves at you to join her in the living room.

"Please, sit!" She smiles. "Not doubt you have many questions?" She arches her right brow, as she bends over slightly to pour herself a cup of tea.

You shift your notepads under your arm, and are about to open your mouth to ask something when you hear a melody somewhere in the distance. It was obviously sung by a male with a rich baritone voice. You almost feel like melting; it is that beautiful. The woman looks at you, clearly amused. She smiles.

"Yes, he has that effect on people. Even after over ten years…" she shakes her head, still smiling.

"Is that-?" You gasp. "But I thought-"

"Many people think that," the woman says. "But just because someone thinks it, doesn't mean it's true. And yes, that is him; the phantom of my heart."

Your eyes feel a little misty, and you smile brightly. "I was wondering…"

"What my side of the story is? What his side is? Sit back dear and I shall tell you. But you must not repeat this story to anyone. I am only telling you this because you have gone through a lot of trouble to find me." The woman leans back in the couch she had been sitting on, and you sit awkwardly on an elaborate armchair.

"I won't bite you, child. Please, relax!" The woman laughs. You grin sheepishly, and sink into the soft cushions on your seat. A fire burns in the fireplace beside you, and the woman (who is sitting across from you) smiles again.

"It all began almost eleven years ago. I had just turned twenty, and I had decided to do something with my life. Packing my things, I headed out with my friend Mai to join her mother, Madame Giry, in the Opera Populaire…"

((AN: Don't worry, the whole story won't be written like this ^^))