A/N: IIIII'MMM BAAA-AAACK! XD! Did you guys miss me? I sure missed you! I've been gone for so long that it feels like I'm starting an all new story. D*X I'M SOOOO SORRY! I've decided to gather the most popular ideas and tie them in, so I owe credit to the following: TheMusicThatIWrite, and Lone-Soprano-Of-Sopranoland. All of your ideas were brilliant, so don't take it personally if I didn't use an idea you posted. ;) ENJOY! (PS: Sorry it's short, I have some life-drama ensuing: vacationing in Cali, a terrible cold, finals nervousness, cray-cray Christmas prep, computer jinxes, the whole enchilada. :P)

Raoul's POV:

I can't believe it. He blew me off! HURTFUL! I travelled all the way from Paris, France, to freaking SCOTLAND, and he BLOWS ME OFF TO FIND HIS LITTLE BROTHER?! And to think I wanted him… Well, I still do, but I'll settle I suppose. Still, pretty freaking mean to blow off a poor guy who loves him. Poor? 'How could you, the Vicomte de Changy, be poor?' Yeah, about that…

FLASHBACK: 6 MONTHS AGO:

'Ahhh, another lovely day in Paris. I wonder if I should go and seek out that man behind the mirror that Christine was talking to… HE WAS FRIGGIN' H-O-T!'

Yes, ever since I peeked into Carlotta's dressing room and saw him hauling the half-dead witch to her chambers, I had been love-sick and star-struck. He was so perfect… Mysterious, built, funny, and… In love with her… Oooooh, how I envied that little singer-girl… She was always most sought out by the guys. Oh, and let's get this straight, I am NOT their friend. I needed cover though, and Philippe always hung around them, so I went off with him because he seemed to be the most 'manly' person I knew… Until… Him…

He was my saving grace… As I was seriously considering jumping from Apollo's lyre, for nobody I would ever meet would accept me for my, as Erik said, 'romantic interests'.

But I digress.

Getting back to the story, I was walking through the hallway of my excessively large residence, when I hear a very obnoxious gasp behind me.

"Raoul! What in the devil's name are a pair of lady-drawers doing out of your pants?!" he hissed.

Philippe; my dearest brother.

"Whatever are you speaking of my brother?"

I turn around and there they are; hanging off my rear like a mule's tail.

It might as well have been, for I felt like an ass at the moment.

What are they doing there anyway?! I don't even like the opposite sex, let alone a prostitute!

"GOOD HEAVENS ABOVE! I'LL BE BACK MOMENTARILY, I NEEDTO UH-… FRESHEN UP! I DON'T EVEN KNOW HOW THOSE GOT THERE, WOMEN AREN'T MY THIIIIIIING!" I threw over my shoulder and sprinted down the multitudes of corridors and hallways to the bathroom. Oh god, did I just scream that? OUT LOUD?! TO MY MANLY-MAN BROTHER?!

Oh how embarrassing! That means I went all through the Opera house like that too! AND NO-ONE TOLD ME?! COMMON COURTESY, PEOPLE! And now Erik probably thinks that I'm a lady's man who takes one night stands all the time. Great, that just helps my chances of getting him by leaps and bounds, now, doesn't it? Wonderful. That is just FAN-FREAKING-TABULOUS.

God, and they're the flashy kind, too. ARE YOU FRIGGING KIDDING ME?!

How did they even get there anyways? There was nobody in my room… Oh. Wait…

Flashback within flashback: This morning:

Wow… I must've gotten REEEAALLY drunk last night, 'cuz I woke up in the Opera house and that only means one thing; I couldn't make it home last night. NOT GOOD.

I have a freaking killer headache, my face feels like I smashed it against an ironing board, I can't walk to save my soul, and my brain feels like it got shaken not stirred. Oh god, I don't even really drink, what possessed me to do that last night? I don't know… Well, better get up and look nice for lower class…

As I walk into the bathroom, I go to run my fingers through my long, silky-smooth hair, and I immediately freak out; MY HAIR IS AS KNOTTED AS DUMBLEDORE'S BEARD! I DON'T WANT TO LOOK LIKE BOB MARLEY! I HATE DREADS!

My head snaps up to look in the mirror and I realize that I don't even HAVE all my hair… I could always say I was mugged last night going home… No, I didn't even go home… Man, I must've gotten HAMMERED! Good god above, I swear, if these don't come out before the manager come looking for me, I'M GOING TO DIE OF A HEART ATTACK…

WHO WOULD'VE DONE SUCH A THING?! I bet that stupid Rupert guy did it from the bar last night! The managers set up a big bar hall away from the base of the building so we patrons could enjoy ourselves and spend our upper class money on liquor and dancers. The poor girls… They enjoy performing, but I'm sure that none of them signed up for a part-time rape-job. Thankfully it's not all of them, just the REALLY pretty older ones. La Sorelli barely slipped out of Philippe's grasp a week ago, but we never heard from her again. Rumor has it that she left to go and live with Mama Valerius for a while, out of harm from my brother… Other rumors say that Philippe stole her and keeps her chained up in his room. But I know that's not true, because I would know if a screeching dancer was locked up in my house… Right?

Anyways, that Rupert guy wanted to try and get some little girl last night, but she apparently found an infatuation in me. Why? I'm the only one there that has the handsome values and appearance of a GOD, but I wish the women didn't notice it. Even though it IS hard to cover up this kind of natural beauty, I know, but being beautiful is tough, and it stinks. I bet Rupert got jealous, and took it out on my golden locks of the heavens…. OH NO!

End of flashback within flash back: Original flashback:

'Rupert… Rupert did this…' I told myself, but no matter how much I denied it, I knew that it was my beloved and his little 'angel'… I wish he'd call ME his little angel…. How I envy that little witch for stealing, MY man… I'll get her back… I'll make them all feel horrid about themselves, because I'm going to find this 'brother of Erik', and I'm going to live a better life with him than all of them combined! THAT SHALL BE MY REVENGE!

Now, I just need to find this mystery man Erik told me of… I KNOW! I bet that if I can find that guy who always hung around the opera house, I could find him real easy… What was his name? People called him the Persian, but I think that is more of a title… I heard someone call him 'Daroga' once, but I have no idea what that means… Well, probably his name then. I'll find this Persian, and I will find Erik's brother.

But, getting back to the whole point; how I got poor… My brother squealed about his little encounter with my outburst in the hallway, which apparently he got bombed and told his friends, which one is a publisher for Le 'Epoque, the news spread, there was harassment directed towards my family, and I got very low, and started drinking like crazy. Again, earlier I said I didn't drink much, but at this level of bullying, a few shots and a bottle of vodka sounded like heaven. I started drinking, I started gambling, if the clubs would even let me in, and I wasted money away like I was burning firewood in Antarctica. So, my parents cut me off, and I have, as of about four months ago, ZERO FRANCS.

End of Flashback: Present:

Now, I must find Daroga. How? Well, I'll have to ask the police station here to see if he's anywhere near. Therefore, I started my journey off to the police department to find this man named 'Daroga'.

…

I finally got to the police department, and it was deserted except for a darkly tanned man in an Astrakhan hat, smoking a pipe. His feet were up over the counter, his turban covered his eyes, and his light tan suit was anything but neat. His pipe was puffing smoke like a fire was burning in there!

Whatever, it was time to act normal.

I leaned my back against the counter, with my elbows over the ledge, acting like I was just hanging there ignoring him. My black bowler-hat was just over my eyes, and I puffed out my jaw. I felt like a boss, I'll admit.

The man's snoring ceased when he woke up with a loud snort and seemingly scared himself out of his slumber.

"What do you want." said the richly accented voice behind the desk.

"I wanna find a guy. Yeeeeeaaaaah 'is name's Daroga. Ever heard of him?"

I didn't even turn around to face him until the oriental started laughing at me like I was a schoolboy trying to buy a cow with a piece of peanut brittle.

"What's so funny, wise guy?"

"Vicomte, it is but a mere title, you fool."

"'Scuse me? Who're you callin' 'fool'?"

"Someone who can't act 'cool' to save his hide."

"JUST TELL ME WHERE DAROGA IS!"

The elderly man sighed, pushed his turban back down over his eyes, relit his pipe, and swung his boots back up on the counter in my face before he retorted,

"Speaking. And I will tell you again, Vicomte, Daroga is but a title. Name's Nadir Khan."

"You're the infamous Persian of the Paris Opera house?"

"You're the gay little man who got cut off?"

"Shut up. Are you or are you not the man in which I speak?"

"…"

No answer.

"ARE YOU!?"

"You told me to shut up. I am only obliging your request."

He smiled a smart-aleck smile and I figured that the cool way was not going to work.

"Speak then, and I will be a little less of a pain."

"Very well. Yes, I am said person. Why?"

"I'm looking for a person."

"According to you, you found him. 'Daroga' is here."

"I had to find you, to find him."

"'Him' being?"

"Erik's little brother."

A/N: And there you have it! I made Nadir kind of sassy and smart-alecky, just so then it'd be funnier to watch Raoul struggle. LOL, I wanted to wait for Christmas to post this chapter, as it was kind of hard to weave some of the ideas I was planning, and you-guys' ideas into one, but I succeeded! I hope… So please tell me how I did! It warms my heart to know how you guys think of my writing, and believe it or not, it helps e in class when we write original fiction, because then it helps with my characterization and plot planning and stability. So basically, HELP ME GET GOOD GRADES, YOU GUYS! XD, LOL. Did you guys like how I wrote Nadir and Raoul? I found it overly entertaining to watch unfold, myself. ;3 So, for our question, I have come up with something SOOO Original, and SOOO creative, I about died at the thought of it….:

~~~WHAT ARE YOU GUYS DOING FOR CHRISTMAS?~~~

Erik: That's original? I can't believe I held you in semi-high regards, Nicole. You should be ashamed.

Me: Sarcasm, darling, sarcasm. XD!

I truly hope you guys have a wonderful holiday season. By the way, there should by four more chapters, MAXIMUM left. Almost done! LOL. Till next time!

-Your obedient servant,

TNP