A/N: For the lack of research on this genre this is basically a rip off of the anime D.N. Angel. But I hope that you enjoy anyway.

The Phantom of the Anime

Chapter 3

Maho Shonen

"The Opera Ghost really exist," yeah, that's what most people said, but there hasn't been a single sight of him in years but he couldn't had died, he was around for hundreds of years. Yet he did disappear once in while for the next couple of years, this was just normal. But never in twenty year old Raoul's memory had he seen him on the news or any source. He had heard about him, he was an angel who created great operas but for a price. This "price" went at random. It could be a great deal of money or something of greater value. It disappeared from the hands of whoever had gotten the opera. Raoul didn't know what this, "greater value" meant. Neither did he have that much interest. It was fifteen years since his disappearance.

It was present day in America and Raoul was a college student in an urban campus. His parents paid for his tuition so he had less worry about money compared to others. He majored in History for his love of everything in the past. He was mostly an American History enthusiast and loved to study the American Revolution. Even though he loved his major with a passion he still partied like any other college student.

It was his twenty first birthday and he walked to his friend's house. He suspected nothing, he was on his cell phone, "Yeah, I will be there soon, I am on the way," but when he said that he felt something touch his shoulder. Raoul felt shivers down his spine; he clasped his first and turned around.

"Hey lil' bro!" said an older man around the age of fourty one. He was a tall man with brown hair and a small mustache. He dressed like a student though he was an art professor at the college.

Raoul sighed, "Hey Phil, how are you doing?" Raoul didn't like to have his much older brother as a professor. He was always on his case about all kinds of things, such as if he had done his homework to if he was drinking too much. Raoul is officially legal to drink now, but that didn't mean that he never did before.

"Hey, Raoul, I have to tell you something," Phil explained to his brother, "how about we go to my office to talk about this."

Raoul's cell phone was still on, "I guess I will have to be late."

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When they both got to Prof. De Chagny's office they both sat down, "brother, have you heard of The Opera Ghost?"

Raoul nodded his head, "vaguely, a stupid legend I may say." He stood up to exit the office. "I would rather study the truth other than a story."

Chuckles came out of the Professor's mouth, "but it is indeed true, if you like it or not, the Opera Ghost occupies your body. It occupied mine also; it is the curse of the De Chagny family."

Raoul's eyes rolled with grief and gave a sarcastic comment. "That's worse than the Red Sox curse!" He stood up to leave to his friend's dorm.

The Professor pointed to the chair across from his desk, "sit back down, I have some history to tell you. I am teaching art history this semester anyway."

Raoul sat back down, he should have said that he would be hours late, he was late for his own birthday party just because his fanaticizing brother thought that he was possessed by a ghost.

Phil cleared his throat, "A long time ago our family lived in France, the land of croissants, surrendering and opera…."

"I thought Italy was the land of opera," Raoul interrupted. Soon he realized that having a debate with his brother would make him later than he already was, so he had just shut up.

The pause of the brother was awkward, "well, anyways, Christine Daee, our great great grandmother, on opera singer fell in love with Raoul de Chagny, our great great grand father. The love was forbidden because The Opera Ghost was also in love with her. But after much fighting he let her go. He died from the grief. When they had their first child thing were just fine, until his twenty first birthday. He turned into the opera ghost when he took over his body and composed great operas. He gives them to theatres but he steals money and…

Raoul let out a great sigh, "I have my birthday party that I am late to!" He got up and ran out of the office.

"Don't go crying to me," Phil called out, "if you turn into the Opera Ghost."

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The friend of Raoul's was a young man who lived in the French House at the school. His name was Marcus and he majored in French. He gathered a small party in his dorm to celebrate Raoul's birthday, when Raoul got to the dorm he was about to knock on the door when a woman opened it. She had long curly brown hair and hazel eyes, she looked younger than Raoul's other friends but still about college aged. "Happy Birthday Raoul," she smiled at him, "oh, by the way my name is Christine, Marcus' friend."

Raoul stared aimlessly at this girl and pointed at her, "Marcus, who is this first year?"

Marcus came up to Raoul and laughed, "She asked me to drive her to a graveyard in the suburbs, but we soon made friends. I thought you might have liked her."

Raoul took another look at her; she did look familiar until it hit him, "does a red knitted scarf sound familiar to you?"

A confused look on her face appeared on Christine, "a red scarf?" Last time she had one was when she was eleven. She was at the beach when she wind caught her scarf and a boy dived right into the water to save it for her. "Wait a second," she said out loud. This couldn't be that very boy that did that for her. But he had the same name, "could it be you?"

Marcus cracked up, "that is one bazaar coincidence, so you already know each other? I knew that you would make such great friends."

Christine blushed; "Well, actually, we were childhood sweethearts at that age," she giggled, she thought that "sweetheart" was a very silly word. It was the word used between the two; they weren't really boyfriend and girlfriend back then. She didn't want to try to start a new romantic relationship either because of her busy life with her lessons and homework.

Raoul remembered that very fact also. Yet he had a different reaction, he loved her as a child and he wanted to try to date her again. "Well, Christine I was thinking….

Inconveniently Raoul began to feel funny. It was his very soul that began to hurt. That is was changing. He ran to the bathroom from the oddity. Maybe what his older brother said was right; maybe he will change to the Opera Ghost that haunted everyone fifteen years ago. Only that it was in his body.

Everyone was in awe when Raoul ran to the bathroom. He had no reason to go to the bathroom so suddenly like that. "I will go check up on him," Marcus volunteered. He got out of his dorm to knock on the bathroom door, "are you okay, Raoul?" All Marcus heard was screaming so he immediately pushed the door open only to see a huge amount of darkness and Shojo bubbles surround him spinning like a windmill. Marcus' mouth flew wide open, "holy shit!"

The darkness and bubbles soon faded and in Raoul's place stood a man in a dress outfit, a long cape and a white mask which covered half of his face. He chuckled evilly, "Holy shit indeed." The man snapped his fingers and a noose appeared right into his hands, "now, you better not tell all of your friends over in that small room of yours."

Marcus shook his head, "no Erik, I will not tell anyone."

The man stared down at Marcus as if he were a mouse that went to his cupboard and ate all of his food, "how did you know my name?"

"Oh," Marcus had the entire story on how he knew Erik's name, "Well, when I took French in high school there were many girls that were obsessed with you and called you by, 'Erik.'"

The person who was known by the name of Erik pushed Marcus aside and walked out of the bathroom door, "it is a secret kept then."

When Erik was about to get out of the bathroom Christine walked in, "Marcus, I heard a voice that sounds strangely famili…." Christine paused as she looked at Erik. She had heard his voice calling to her since her father died. She didn't know who it was at all, she often ignored it but it was still there. The voice sounded just like his, "It's you, isn't it?"

Confusion fled across Marcus, had Christine met him before? Even though Marcus didn't know, Erik knew what she was talking about, "yes, Christine," he said, "it is me, the Angel of Music."

Christine began to laugh out loud, "Geez, the whole voice out of nowhere was unbelievable, but it's less so with this whole 'angel' thing."

A stress mark appeared on Erik's forehead. "The reincarnation of my one true love and you do not even believe in me?"

The young woman shook her head, "no, I don't, like angels exist? Yeah right!"

"Christine, this is no laughing matter," Marcus sternly said to Christine, "this is the Opera Ghost. He is a man who writes great operas, you should know that!" Marcus was scared and annoyed at the same time. Christine was laughing at the whole matter but he felt that something bad would happen to her.

Christine tried to stop, only snorts came out of her nose, "You mean those stupid rumors that Prof. De Chagny has been talking about?"

Marcus gave a look at Christine, "They're true; you may face the consequences if you keep on going." Marcus was very nervous about Christine; he knew the entirety of the original story. He read the book in both French and English. This man was dangerous and mad.

"Oh," Erik spat out a chuckle, "but she already will face the consequences of not believing in her own angel." He snapped his fingers and ropes appeared and bound Christine across her upper body. He picked her up and called out, "To my dungeon of my back despair!" A puff of black smoke and Shojo bubbles surrounded them. They soon faded away and both of them were gone.

Petrified, Marc did nothing. He just stared at the wall…scared of what happened to Raoul, what happened to Christine and what happened to him. He didn't know where Raoul went when Erik appeared, and he just kidnapped his other friend. He promised not to tell everyone else…but that would be in his dorm. There was one person who he could tell: Professor Phillip De Chagny.

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