Author's Note: So, this is my third story. I will still be focusing on Absolute Immortals, but I'll work on this whenever I can. It'll be like those fanfics with crossovers between The Phantom of The Opera, only this won't be a crossover. Read, tell me what you think in the reviews. Now, on with the story.

America was a beautiful country. There were many beautiful places, some better than others. In New York, there was an Opera House known as The Grand Diamond, a rather luxurious place, filled with old, yet beautiful items. It had been built nearly a century ago, and despite modern society, it had remained old fashion. It had not closed down either, for it still had the same popularity it had in the early to mid 1900s. Almost everyday, people would come to visit it, and every week, there was usually a performance every week.

It was nighttime, and standing across the street from the Opera House was a young blue furred akita, Gin. He was a former soldier and leader of the Ohu Army of Japan, a foreigner. Gin had recently moved to New York a couple weeks ago, leaving his friends back in Japan. He had come for a fresh start.

He had heard of The Grand Diamond before, and knew of its popularity. The Opera House was one of the main reasons he had moved to New York to begin with. After all, he was a fan of music, but opera is what he enjoyed most.

He smiled; tonight there would be a performance, and he had just gotten himself a ticket for it. Looking both ways, the Akita quickly crossed the street and entered the building.

Inside, he looked around in awe when he saw all the beautiful antics. It wasn't everyday you saw something old and valuable like everything the Opera House had.

"Like what you see, huh?"

Turning around, Gin saw a Carolina dog walking up to him. "Yes, I do."

The Carolina Dog chuckled. "Beautiful. How it all has lasted this long is beyond me. Nonetheless, I'm grateful that it has." He stuck on his hand. "I'm Blake."

Gin shook the other's hand. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Blake. I'm Gin."

"So, Gin, what brings you to The Grand Diamond? Fan of opera, antics, something of that sort?"

"Both, actually. I'm originally from Japan, but they don't exactly have places like this where I'm from. It's a pity, but I guess places like this are more of an american thing."

"Well, I'm sure you'll enjoy tonight's performance."

Gin nodded as they walked down the hallway. "You know, I've heard that a lot more people used to come here, but they don't anymore. Why's that?"

Blake sighed. "Some people believe the house is haunted. Claim they've seen things, but there was never proof. It's like the places that are old are usually the ones that are haunted."

"I get that." Gin said. "I've heard of places in America that are said to be haunted. Have you seen anything?"

Blake shook his head. "For two years, I've been coming to the Grand Diamond, and never have I seen anything supernatural. I'm no atheist, but I need proof in order to believe it."

Gin nodded understanding as he decided to change the topic. "You know, I did some writing about the supernatural."

Blake raised a brow, growing interested. "Yeah?"

Gin nodded. "I've written many stories. I wrote stories involving angels, demons, etc. I've done a lot of research on the supernatural, but a lot of the time, I've made some things up. I don't believe in most of the lore says."

Blake nodded as they reached the seating area. "Well, it was nice to meet you, Gin. I'm gonna go find myself a seat."

The Akita nodded. "Alright, I'll see you another time."

It wasn't long before Gin found himself a seat near the stage, and the performance began. It was a beautiful symphony, reminded Gin of the symphonies he had heard before, but this was the first time he had been at a live concert. This truly was a grand experience, perhaps that's what gave the house it's name, The Grand Diamond. It was the diamond of New York.

Sadly, the symphony had come to an end and Gin sighed, wishing it would continue on, but it was pointless. But, he could just come again to the next performance.

He was the last person in the large room to get up to leave. However, the Akita didn't want to leave just yet. While the symphony was over, he wanted to see more of the Opera House. Walking through a hallway, Gin stumbled upon a room with a massive staircase and a chandelier.

Gin was in awe, but then something caught his eye. Looking up at the left stairwell, Gin saw a canine dressed in a black suit, with a white undershirt and white gloves. The suit had a black cape, and the canine also wore a hat similar to a pirate hat with a red feather. But what caught Gin's attention the most was the face of the canine... there wasn't one.

Instead, the head was nothing but a black skull, the skull of a doberman it seemed. The Doberman's fangs were long, longer than normal, and in his eye sockets were flames. Dark red flames, very bright, and Gin could tell the Doberman was looking down at him.

For a moment, they stared at each other in silence. Gin didn't know what to do in this situation. Should he run? For the first time in a long time, he was actually afraid, but despite the Doberman's appearance, there weren't any signs that he posed a threat.

Eventually, the Doberman walked off, and out of curiosity, Gin rushed up the staircase to follow him. However, when he reached the stairwell, he looked to see that the Doberman wasn't there. He had simply vanished.

"No way. You actually saw something?" Blake asked, sitting on a bench next to Gin across the street from the Opera House.

The Akita nodded. "I know it sounds crazy, but I know what I saw."

Blake nodded. "Look, Gin, I'm not much of a believer in this stuff, but I know you're not making this up. So, what'd you see?"

For a moment, Gin was silent as he asked himself the same question. WHAT did he see?

He sighed. "I honestly don't know. A ghost? He, I think it was a he, wore this black suit that had a cape, white gloves, and a pirate hat with a red feather. But his face... it was just a skull. A black skull, and I swear, he had fire where his eyes should've been."

"The Phantom of The Grand Diamond."

Gin looked at Blake. "What?"

The Carolina Dog sighed. "It's an urban legend. A few people claim to have seen him within The Grand Diamond. However, it wasn't just The Grand Diamond he's been spotted at. Some say he stood on the Empire State building, others claim that they saw him in other places in other states. I once heard that he was spotted at another Opera House... in Paris."

Gin nodded. "What else do you know?"

Blake shrugged. "Not much. Not everyone sees him. Most of the sightings are within The Grand Diamond. Some have seen him on the rafters backstage, others have ventured into the cellars where they claimed to have seen him, but the house is big, and the cellars seem endless. It's easy to get lost down there. Although, I do know that he's believed to be sinister."

Gin raised a brow. "Sinister how?"

Blake sighed. "Look, Gin, I believe that you know what you saw, but these are really just rumors, not facts. I'll tell you, though. The Phantom is believed to be involved in several incidences. Some dogs have even died."

Gin's eyes widened. "Died? How?"

Blake shrugged. "A couple have been hanged backstage on the rafters. Another guy, who was really a criminal, I might add, was shot in the back of the head. And I also heard of a woman that drowned, in a sink in the bathroom. But get this, the ones that died had it coming. The ones that had been hanged were part of gangs, so was the guy that was shot. And the woman had committed murder."

"So, The Phantom targets anyone who has it coming?"

"It seems that way, but there's really no proof that The Phantom had anything to do with deaths. But I'm a cop, Gin, and between you and me, nothing adds up."

The Akita raised a brow. "What do you mean?"

Blake sighed. "There was a death of a serial killer who had been in the lobby, where there are cameras. And you know what they saw? Nothing. But get this, the guy's neck snapped. It looked like someone had snapped it, and there was a witness who claims that it was The Phantom, but the witness and the serial killer showed up on camera, while The Phantom did not."

"Are you serious?" Gin asked in shock.

Blake nodded. "I'm serious. I was the witness, Gin."

"But you said you never saw The Phantom or anything like that." The Akita pointed out.

Blake sighed. "I lied, because I didn't know how to explain what I saw. I pulled out my gun, told him to put his hands behind his head, but he approached me. I panicked, shot him, but the bullet didn't penetrate his skin, nor did it bounce off. It shattered. It was like glass. When it was made a crime scene, no one found any of the fragments, but I doubt The Phantom would've taken them."

"Did you ever see him after that?"

"No. That was the only time I ever saw him myself. Be careful, Gin. I don't think The Phantom would hurt an innocent, he's never done so before, but The Grand Diamond is like his home, and he doesn't take kindly to when others go after him. I few cops searched for him, and they saw things, things they couldn't explain, even though they didn't actually him. I wouldn't suggest trying to find him."

Blake stood up and walked away, probably on his way home while Gin stayed sitting there on the bench. The Akita sat there, thinking about what he had just been told. It was hard to process, but he had already seen something impossible.

Gin felt as though he was being watched, and he looked around the street, only to find it empty. He looked at The Grand Diamond and noticed something on the room. Gin gasped when he saw that it was The Phantom, staring down at him with those eyes of fire. The Doberman's skull showed no emotion, but nonetheless, Gin felt intimidated by him. The Akita was frozen, unable to look away, then The Phantom was gone. Simply disappeared like he had before.

Despite the shock and fear he had felt, Gin still had some curiosity. He just wanted to know more about this phantom. After all, he was into the supernatural, and if he could find The Phantom again, maybe he could learn more.