Summery: A bunch of anime clichés put together for a Phantom of the Opera fanfiction, enjoy.

Disclaimer: Like many authors, I do not own The Phantom of the Opera, which would be owned by Gaston Leroux. I also do not own the concept of anime. I think the creator of Astro Boy, Osamu Tezuka made the first characters with huge eyes, small nose and mouths that are tiny when they're closed and ridiculously huge when they're open.

A/N: Hey, MST, flame or spork all you want here, this is not taken very seriously here. If you do anything to insult this fanfiction, tell me. I would love to read it.

Just for a record I do like anime. I just like to make fun of the things that I like.

The Phantom of the Anime

Episode one

Maho Shojo

Everything was just normal at the Opera House. This included normal singers, normal ballerinas and normal orchestra. Christine Daae got by pretty well with everyday routine, maybe the opera they were working on made some excitement, but then they went through it so many times that it got boring quick. The only thing that kept Christine moving on in life was the rumors of the Opera Ghost and her Angel of Music.

Her best friend told her about the Opera Ghost. He made chaos around the opera. Whenever something bad happened it was blamed on the Opera Ghost. Meg also said that he demanded money from the managers. 20,000 Francs was what they gave him every month. Christine often wondered where Meg got the stories, but the ballerinas believed her.

Her Angel of Music was a story told from her deceased father. He told her about her angel in a young age. He was a music teacher that watched over her. Her father said that once he died that he will send Christine her angel to her. She waited everyday for him ever since her father died.

One day when she was asleep she head someone singing, "Christine!"

She woke up immediately; she had no clue who just called her name. This had been going on for a while, but she finally began to do something about it. "Where and who are you?"

"Why, Christine, I am your Angel of Music," the voice introduced himself. Christine knew that he was male because of the voice sounded like a man's.

Christine's eyes glowed with excitement she couldn't believe that her angel was finally here. Bubbles appeared around her, "Really?"

"Yes I am, and I will give you voice lessons," he said. "Would you like some?"

"Yes, I would, I have been waiting my whole life for them!" Christine cried as she spun around in her super deformed form.

"Then after practice," the voice explained, "come to this room and lessons will begin."


Christine went to her lessons everyday, even when she was sick. Which wasn't good for the voice, but she was that dedicated. She improved vastly the voice he told her that she sung very well.

One day she found a simple gold ring on her dresser with a note written in red ink. It read:

Christine,

I have given you this ring for you to become an Angel of Music yourself.

Sincerely,

Angel

Squeals came out of Christine's thought as her mouth grew huge. "This is so romantic," she yelled. The young girl put it on right away and got to her dress rehearsal. The opera she was doing was Hannibal and she played in the chorus as a slave girl. When she got out of her room she remembered that she forgot her ear plugs, "Graaaaah!" she cried as waterfalls of tears went down her eyes, "now I have to listen to Carlotta's bad voice?"


"Think ov meeeeeeeeee, think of me fonddddddllllyyyy, when you say goooooood byyyeeeeeeeeee." The signing of the opera diva was unbearable. Mme. Giry's idea of using earplugs was a good one, if Christine only remembered the ear plugs. The waterfalls continued to flow as Carlotta sang with much effort.

But the singing was interrupted when the back drop fell right on Carlotta. Her scream was better sounding than her singing talent. It was just the chance that the new managers were there on a tour. They ran up to their star right away. "Please miss, these things do happen."

Carlotta flung up as she fixed her meatball like hair, "Si, these things do happen," she recited, but her eyeliner began to drop with her tears, "but unless if you can keep these things from happening these things do not happen!" She stormed off as fire flew from her head.

"Well great," the other manager uttered, "now what are we suppose to do? Carlotta has no understudy!"

Christine looked at her ring, "I am an Angel of Music," she whispered to herself. That was when a light came from the ring and music notes began to surround her as they spin around. The fears in her eyes began to tear. She was confused and scared, but a little excited. Her hair grew by wide amounts and a dress appeared on her body. It was a short sleeveless white dress that puffed out at the bottom. A light blue ribbon formed in the middle. Long white knee length boots came onto her feet, ribbons flew onto them as they zagged across her boots. White frilly elbow length gloves formed from her hands also as her ring stood outside of the gloves. Not only the clothes appeared from nowhere but small silver wings sprouted from her back. She didn't know what just happened. Her clothes changed all the sudden and she felt some new power, but not only power, but courage. She came up to the managers, "I can sing for the night."

The managers' eyes grew wider than they already were. They nodded their heads in agreement, one of them asked "but who are you?"

Christine smiled, "I am an Angel of Music." She began to sing in a voice that she never expected herself to ever use, "Think of me, think of my fondly, when we say good bye!"

"You are in," both of the managers called out, "until Carlotta comes back."


After the show she went back to her dressing room and her dress disappeared and she was back into her regular clothing. There was a knock on the door, "Christine?" It was Meg's voice. Christine opened the door right away to let her in. "Oh my goodness, Christine where were you?" Meg rambled with excitement. "There was an angel that took Carlotta's place when she left."

The door was slammed by Christine and her face went very close to Meg, "let me let you on for a secret."

"Oh?" Meg stood straight up and put her hand on her hip, she was very curious, "do you have a new lover?"

Christine's head shook rapidly, "I never had a boyfriend since I was twelve, so no, but that angel was—

The gasp from Meg's mouth was huge, "Wow, it was you? Can you teach me how to do that?"

"No," Christine answered, "I really do not know how to do it, it just happened…" But how much she wished that she could, she could share the same feeling that she had when she was on the stage. It was a feeling of accomplishment after so much hard work. But how could she teach something that she didn't know how to do?

But a knock from the door came again, "remember, it is a secret between you and me." Christine came to open the door.

The door flung open and a man stood. He had flowing long blonde hair and crystal blue eyes. It would be hard to tell if he was a man or a woman. But because of senses, he was a man. Roses lean on her arm and his lips came to Christine's cheek. Christine blushed, "Raoul? Is that you?"

"You were great Christine, I would never know to see you here," the man said with his amazing French accent. He gave her the twelve beautiful red roses that he carried.

The nails of Meg's fingers scratched on her head, "how did you know that it was her?" She was right, since he came from nowhere then assumed that the angel was Christine. There was something suspicious about this man.

"I'm a Vicomte, I know everything about these things," was Raoul's excuse.

The eyebrow of Meg's rose, "and does being a Vicomte also the reason why you got the roses for Christine without knowing that she was there?"

Raoul's eyes went shifty, "Well…that was actually from the managers… I stole them." Sweat dropped from his head, "please do not tell anyone, they do not know yet."

"Well, they are still very beautiful," Christine took some rotted flowers from a vase then put the roses in, "I will keep them in good condition."

Raoul was glad to find Christine at the Opera House; he wanted to ask her something: "would you like to go out for dinner to-night?"

Meg was still very suspicious about Raoul even with his good answers to everything, "now why did you say 'to-night' and not 'tonight'? Did you steal it from Scott Fitzgerald, or is being a Vicomte also?"

The friend of our hero was completely ignored. Mainly because she was asking ridiculous questions and was breaking the fourth wall way too often.

"Well," Christine took a second to think, "I do have a music lesson tonight, but I really would like to catch up with you…"

Raoul smiled, "great, I will get my hat!" He went out of her room to get his hat, just as he said.

"That answered that for you," Meg joked, "you better get dressed, I will tell my mother that you left with him." She left the room and closed the door.

Christine began to get dressed when she heard the voice sing to her, "angel?" she asked, and she realized that her angel heard the whole conversation. How awkward it was to accept dinner without his approval. "I didn't know that you will be here so—'

But when she looked around she noticed that she was under the Opera House. She saw a man who wore a mask that only covered half of his face in front of her. Everything went black after that.


When Christine came back to consciousness she noticed that she was covered by sheets and sitting next to them was the man, who stared at her every second. Christine was scared out of her mind. "Who…who are you? Where is my angel?" That was when she realized, "no, it can't be you!"

He nodded his head, he looked very serious out of what half of his face could show, "I not an angel or—

"Wait, Meg told me that a ghost lives under here," Christine deducted, "so you must be the opera ghost, who is also an angel…" A light bulb appeared from Christine's head, "so you are a half angel half phantom!"

His head began to steam up, "no, I am just Erik!"

The head of Christine popped up right in front of this Erik man, "I am not so sure."

Thoughts went through Erik's head, maybe he being a ghost and an angel will win her heart, "Yes, Christine, as I am an angel but I am also the phantom of the opera."

Christine's eyes looked down at her hands, "then…why did you have to kidnap me?"

Erik seemed to know that answer right away, "Because we are to be married."

As wide are the characters' eyes were, Christine's grew wider, "what?"

"Tonight we are to be married," Erik repeated himself.

Water dotted from Christine's eyes, "no, we can't get married; I am already in love, with another man, the one that I talked to earlier."

Erik looked out into the distance, "Well, too bad, because I cannot live without you," then he turned around and grabbed her wrist tightly, "we will marry now!"

Christine winced, "no," she whispered, "I am an Angel of Music." A light came from the ring the Christine wore and the dress formed right in front of Erik's eyes. She flew a few feet back, "Ring!" She called out as the ring grew and floated in front of her and she took the ring right on the palm of her hands.

The hands of Erik clapped, "good work, I knew that you would figure out the true power of the engagement ring." His hand extended to Christine, "Marry me, and I will teach you your true abilities."

"I still refuse the offer," Christine announced, she held out her ring and sang, "Think of me, think of me fondly, when we say good bye!"

Power came out of the center of the ring as it attacked Erik, but he flipped out of the way. The mask came off in the process. He immediately put his hand over the half of his face, "you fool!"

The blink of Christine's eyes was slow, but she needed to get what she just saw. It looked like a disfigurement, "you…you…?"

"Yes, I am horrible," Erik scream on the top of his lungs, he slapped her in the face, "how dare you! Any woman that sees my face belongs to me. There is no turning back now!"

"It…it…was an accident," Christine's eyes went watery up again, "I didn't know."

Erik went out of his anger and looked at Christine, he knew that he loved a beautiful woman like her, "your fear of me…but can learn to love a monster like me."

Her hands wiped her enormous eyes, "you, think so? But I am already in love."

"You will learn to forget too," Erik patter her on the back, "we will return to the surface you need some time to think about our marriage."


Meg was asleep in her room when she saw a candle flash, the light opened her eyes. She saw her good friend Christine, "I need to talk to you Meg, but promise to keep this a secret too."

"What?" Meg drearily muttered. "It is midnight, go back to bed."

"But I have been visited by the Opera Ghost."

END OF EPISODE