AN: Hi! Wow, chapter 6 already! X3

I have taken note of all suggestions, and will be writing the rest of the fic, in my own portrayal… But I will take on board everything you have said. Thankies for these suggestions, I assure you they are appreciated.

Oh, and It is now, no longer just a Yukiru, but a Yuki and Kyoru. I think…. Hell, if you read the damn thing you will know what it is! O

Oh, and note, I have done 8 hour rehearsals before. These guys are lucky buggers if you ask me! ;; And It was Hamlet too… And I was a Ghost. - -;;; If anyone wants to ask questions about me being a Ghost, please do. Although it's really not that interesting… Unless you're a hamlet fan, in which case it is very interesting…

Anyway, I'm going to shut up now, so, on with the fic.

Weeks passed. The theatre was now constantly filled with people. The set was nearly complete; almost all the scenes had been blocked and rehearsed thoroughly.

Tohru had noticed that Kyo hadn't been talking much to anyone. He stayed silent unless he was in rehearsals, where he had started to devote most of his time, to becoming the role, which he had been set to play. He hadn't even argued with anyone.

Yuki had started to get edgy. Kyo had been acting strangely. He'd spoken with Haru about it, and he was just as puzzled as Yuki. But he tried to ignore it.

Finally, there was only a couple of days left, until the big performance. Shinji was getting both nervous and excited. His main worry was that Uo had refused to sing in front of anyone in rehearsals. She said she was saving it, and if anyone had anything else to say on the matter, she'd bash they're head in with something unseasonable. And of course, no-one was going to risk assuming she was bluffing.

The penultimate day before the performance, Shinji was once again trying to get Uo to sing. And was failing. Miserably. The rest of the cast and crew had once again been banished to the upper floors, and a small group who had nothing better or more useful to do, were having a miniature war. It was cast versus crew, and at the moment crew were winning. Both teams had confined themselves to dressing rooms opposite each-other, and were throwing water balloons at the opposing team.

"Oh my God." Yuki had been aroused from his position, which had sitting quietly in his costume.

"What is it?" The actor playing Andre spoke up.

"Oh, it's nothing." Said Yuki, though the expression on his face read quite clearly; how could this have happened?

"Are you sure?" Said Fermier.

"Well… It's just that… You see that empty plate on the table? That used to have my sandwich on it."

"What? Are you kidding?" Yelled Piangi, before receiving a face full of balloon.

"Well, it could have been anyone's mistake. I don't really mind-"

"That's not the point!" Yelled Andre, outraged. "If it happened any other time we wouldn't care, but it didn't! It happened now! In the fog of war!" And with that, the rest of the cast of cretins got up and ran at the door of the next room, balloons raised, ready for their ambush. All save Haru, who stayed behind with Yuki, shaking his head in disbelief.

"What was all that about?" Asked Yuki.

"They think the crew ate your sandwich as a secret war strategy."

Yuki rolled his eyes. "Haru, where's Kyo?"

"Heh, suddenly he seems to be all you ever talk about. Don't tell me you're actually worried about Kyo?"

"No! Of course I'm not. I'm just… I'm worried about what he's capable of. He does seem to be brooding a lot. And… Scheming... If you know what I mean."

Hatsuharu took a bite of Yuki's prisoner-of-war sandwich, and tilted his head to one side. "I fink I geck if."

"Don't talk with you're mouthful. You're spraying me."

Haru swallowed and smiled. "You're so finicky. Anyway, as I was saying, I think I get it. You think Kyo's up to something. Why don't I go talk to him? Has Honda-san seen him about it?"

"I don't know. I think she might have, but I don't know for sure."

"Well, I'll go talk to him anyway. Where do you suppose he is? This place is so huge, he could be anywhere."

Haru ran through the war zone, and came to his usual striding saunter. He casually sidestepped along at least 5 floors. He had never been past the sixth floor, and so he was curious to see what the seventh and final floor before the roof looked like. When he got there, it was like a whole city. Every room was like the inside of an attic. Completely full of the most random things (Well it is a theatre. What are they if not random?) that put together looked like they should be in an antiques store.

Eventually, Haru reached the last room. It was dark, and lit only by candles. There, sitting in the middle of the floor, wearing the full Phantom attire, save for the mask, was Kyo.

"Kyo?"

He spun around in alarm, and covered half of his face with one hand. "Haru, what are you doing here?"

Haru stood silently, wondering why the hand remained on the mask-less side of Kyo's face. He slowly crouched down to Kyo's level.

"Kyo, everyone's really worried about you. You haven't spoken to us in days. What's going on?"

"Nothing!" Snapped Kyo. "Nothing you would understand anyway."

He turned around again. Haru paused in silence. Something was definitely seriously wrong. "If you want to talk, then just say so, and we can talk."

Haru rose to his feet, and made for the door.

"I'll do it, you know."

Haru looked over his shoulder to see Kyo, back still turned. But he could see the side of his face. He was smiling menacingly to himself.

"What?"

"You'll see. But I swear, I'll do it. Even with a face like this, I can do it."

Haru frowned. "D-do what?"

Kyo turned his head at last. "You'll see. I promise you you'll see."

Haru backed away from Kyo, and left the room. Something was going on. He'd have to find out what. Yuki was more accurate than Haru would have liked. And the feeling it gave him was not a comforting one. Not in the slightest.