Well, well. Back again already.

I made some mistakes in the last chapter so I want to clariffy them here and now. First when I said France I meant Symphonia (What the two worlds are now called). Second two more people to cast Yuan as Joseph Buquette, and Forcystus as The lead man/ Pronyma's Lover.

DISCLAIMER: I don't own ToS (If you read my other fic just sub whatever disclaimer you like best here) and I don't own the Phantom of the opera.

Oh, in case you're wondering PTO stands for the Phantom of The Opera.

Chapter 2 Notes From PTO

"I hear voices in there. Who's in there with you Sheena?" Lloyds voice bellowed from the outside the locked door. Sheena had blocked out all things except her Angel of Music who had held out his hand toward her. She reached out her hand and put it in The Phantom's hand as he guided her down toward his place in the catacombs.

The tunnel was long and was lit only by a few torches along the way as they took a right and then another right and then a left then a right, and pretty soon she was so lost that she couldn't remember how to get back. A couple rats were scourging about trying to find some food inside the bones that were strewn against the maze of walls and water.

They got into a boat as he started to sing in a magnificent voice that she knew in her dreams of her coaching. When she had come to the opera house a voice called to her and taught her how to cope with being alone after losing her mother and father. The voice helped her to learn to sing in the most beautiful manner and exquisite style that helped her forget her loneliness.

She joined in with the beautiful voice she had used earlier that night. As she sang lights came out of the water and they entered a gate where candles, figures and all sorts of papers were strewn about. Above all else she noticed the organ that looked well taken care of.

"I've brought you here for one purpose and one alone. To be my inspiration for my music of the night." He said jumping out of the boat and onto the shore. "You're exquisite voice tonight and your beauty are all that I need for my music of the night." With that he led her to a room with a stunning wedding gown, but what was most flattering and creepy at the same time was that the manikin wearing it looked exactly like she did and she fainted in his arms.

"Sleep well my Angel of Music." He said placing her gently in a bed he had prepared for her.

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Colette was worried about Sheena and she hadn't come out of her room in hours. She opened the door ever so slightly.

"Sheena. Are you in here?" She whispered. The door creaked open even more and she walked in. She looked around in the dark trying to get used to the darkness. That's when she noticed the mirror. She had known that it had always been there, but she never actually looked at it and there was something odd about it. The mirror was about 8' tall and 5' wide and as she looked closer she noticed that one of the sides was opened the slightest bit. She moved the mirror to find that it was also a door that lead into the famous catacombs that many died in. She walked down the tunnel noticing the torches were lit. Then a hand rested on her shoulder, which caused her to jump and turn to see who was behind her.

"Come with me. It's easy to get lost in here." Raine said leading Colette back to the opera house.

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"I've heard that the Phantom is a man who resembles a beast and he has a great black hole as the nose that never grew. Now you must always be on your guard or he will catch you with his magic lasso." A man said taking a rope that had a hang mans knot on it. He had long blue hair and with the rope ensnared the nearest renegade.

"Those who speak of what they know of the Phantom often find themselves dead." Raine said stepping into the room and releasing the renegade. "Yuan you'd best hold your tongue, and keep your hand at the level of your eyes." She said taking the rope and putting it around his throat and quickly tightening it.

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Sheena awoke to a music box with a monkey playing the symbols and a beautiful tune playing ever so softly. 'I remember being taken by the Phantom last night and I remember the dress.' She thought as she walked out to see the Phantom sitting at the organ and it looked as though he was composing a piece of music.

She strolled over to his side thinking, 'If I can see a glimpse a sight of his whole face, I'll be satisfied.' She gently started to rub her hands against his face, which he didn't seem to mind. She then brought her hands up and peeled off the mask and he jumped up and turned with an evil glare on his face.

"Damn you. You have to pry into everything don't you?" He shouted covering his face with his hand while his crimson hair was thrashing about, while she thought, 'Oh God. Please don't kill me. "Do you really want to see?" He screamed walking over to a mirror and briefly showed her, but she couldn't see that well. "Damn you, now you can never be free. I'm sorry I just get a little touchy when it comes to my face, and I'm not even sure if you could even love this revolting carcass that I call a face."

Tears were streaming down her face from both fear and pity as she handed back the mask and he put it on calming down a little. "Come the fools at my opera house will be wondering where you are. I must return you."

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'Damn. What could've happened to Sheena? She was so good at last nights performance.' Kratos thought, but his thoughts took a slight turn as he started to think out loud. "However, the seats are still getting sold so we'll think of something."

Just then Regal came bursting in shouting, "This is an outrage. We can't show an opera without a lead soprano, and the only ones who could do that are Pronyma who left us and Sheena who's missing."

"Please don't shout Regal we'll manage. Oh I see you got a note too." Kratos said pointing to the letter that had a wax skull seal on it.

Dear Regal,

You have a rather charming opera house, and Sheena last night was very good. I was pleased to see Pronyma leave; on that note the diva's a disaster. Must you cast her when she's seasons past her prime?

P.T.O.

Regal read, Kratos proceeded to continue by reading his which read,

Dear Kratos,

An order I have for you. The last owner used to pay me 10,000 gald a month and left box five open for me so if you'd please pay me and leave that box open I would greatly appreciate it.

P.T.O.

P.S. Also no one likes a debtor so it would be better if my orders were obeyed.

They turned to face one another. Regal was the first to speak, "Who could have sent this? They're both signed P.T.O. Who could that be?"

"It could be this Phantom of the Opera we heard about." Kratos replied.

"Where is she?" Lloyd asked bursting into the room. "Where's Sheena?"

"How should we know?" Kratos said shaking his head.

"Isn't this the note you wrote me?" Lloyd asked holding out a note that looked exactly like the ones Kratos and Regal had.

"What is it that we're meant to have wrote? Written." Kratos said

The Angel of Music has Sheena under her wing. Please make no attempt to see her again.

P.T.O.

"If she didn't write it who did?" Lloyd asked.

Regal opened his mouth to answer, but was interrupted by Pronyma shouting, "Where is this Lloyd person? I got this letter from him that I rather resent."

"I didn't send it. What does it say?" Lloyd stammered.

Dear Pronyma,

Your days at the Opera de Symphonia are numbered. Sheena Fujibayashi will be taking your place as the lead soprano.

P.T.O.

"Lloyd to answer your question and I'm sure your question too. These letters are from the Phantom of the Opera." Kratos said. "To many notes for my taste, and most of them about Sheena. All we've heard since we got here is her name."

"Sheena has returned." Raine piped in.

"Where is she?" Regal asked.

"I thought it best to lie down for a while. And if you're going to ask if you can see her, you may not." She proceeded to explain.

"Will she sing?" Pronyma asked in a fitful rage.

"Here let me read you the note I received.

Dear Opera staff,

By now I'm sure you've received a lot of notes of the most amiable nature describing how my theater is to be run. In your new opera to show you will cast Sheena as the countess, the lead, and you will cast Pronyma as the pageboy. The countess calls for charm and appeal, while the pageboy is silent so in a way it makes my casting in a word ideal. Please note that I'm giving you one chance and also note that if you should try to disobey any of the orders a great and terrible disaster beyond your comprehension will occur.

P.T.O.

Phew long chapter. Anyway R & R now.