Destined To Meet Or Fated Crossings? Chapter 6 Fighting Strong Feelings
Raoul didn't want to go to the Opera House today. He had tried to fake sick again, but the managers insisted they wanted his opinion on the sound on a new part of the stage. Though, grumpy because he hadn't gotten any sleep for fear of having dreams about a certain Phantom, and because he had been arguing with his own mind all night. He took his Violin with him, and stepped into the Opera House walking quickly to the stage and through a door that lead on to it. The quicker he got this done the quicker he could leave. He was sure it was obvious to the others that he did not want to be there.
He took out his Violin and began to play it. Soon he had forgotten where he was. The Violin was carrying him away from everything; into a dreamy peaceful world. He let his passion for music override everything that had happened to him. He was so taken away, he began to dance a little, a bright smile on his face…then suddenly he heard something whoosh past his ear and slam against his the stage loudly.
He jumped his eyes springing open; he glared seeing it was a sandbag. He wasn't sure what angered him more that it had almost hit him in the head or that he knew who did it. Well, he thought looking around in the shadows, his hands on his hips. He put his Violin away and walked out of the room, everyone starring at him. He thought he heard someone apologizing but he was too mad to hear it, he went to the 'back yard' of the Opera House, and stood there glaring angrily around.
Then he saw him. It seemed Erik had beaten him outside. They stood starring at each other for a long moment. Every emotion that Raoul had ever felt towards this man….this Phantom came surfacing up, where it had been boiling up. Before Raoul knew it he was charging towards Erik, glaring at him. He pushed Erik hard, who although stumbled regained his composure quickly.
"You, you!"
Raoul yelled, picking up a hefty stick and swinging it at Erik, who dodged it, also got a stick of his own.
"You tried to hit me in the head with a sand bag!"
Raoul yelled trying to hit Erik again, but this time his stick coming in contact with Erik's.
"I did not do any such thing!"
Erik yelled back, both of them trying to push each other out of their block, glaring angrily at each other. Though, they looked rather ridiculous fighting each other with sticks and arguing about a sand bag.
"Yes you did!"
Raoul yelled back.
"Think about it boy, is that my style? Would I have missed?"
Erik hissed in a tone that made unwanted chills run down his spine.
"You have before!"
Raoul retorted, and both pushed away form the block, panting. They glared at each other angrily, both waiting for the other to attack. Raoul was so angry; he charged after Erik again with out his stick and tackled Erik hard enough to knock him to the ground. They wrestle don the ground for a few moments, fighting for dominance, Erik being the stronger of the two won, pinning Raoul to the ground with his body, causing Raoul to hold back a moan. Just as he was about to punch Raoul, suddenly someone pulled Erik off him, and Raoul looked up seeing Madame Giry.
"Come with me you two."
She said in a tone that sounded as if she was scolding two very naughty children, and helped Raoul up taking the two men by the arms and pulling them back to the Opera House to a private room.
AN: Erik's POV is a flash back…
Erik couldn't believe what has just happened. He frowned as he and Raoul were sat in chairs in opposite corners and Madame Griy looking at them like she was their mother. Neither of them looked at each other or her. Erik glared angrily at his feet, not only had he not made that sand bag fall he wasn't even in the building. He was outside (though in the shadows) and the only reason he had stepped out because he had wanted to say something to Raoul. But once they faced each other and starred, Erik felt every emotion he had ever felt concerning Raoul. And it seemed that anger had won in on them both.
Flash back
Before Erik knew it he was charging towards him, glaring at him. Raoul pushed Erik hard, who although stumbled regained his composure quickly.
"You, you!"
Raoul yelled, picking up a hefty stick and swinging it at Erik, who dodged it, also got a stick of his own.
"You tried to hit me in the head with a sand bag!"
Raoul yelled trying to hit Erik again, but this times his stick coming in contact with Erik's.
"I did not do any such thing!"
Erik yelled back, both of them trying to push each other out of their block, glaring angrily at each other. Though, they looked rather ridiculous fighting each other with sticks and arguing about a sand bag.
"Yes you did!"
Raoul yelled back.
"Think about it boy is that my style? Would I have missed?"
Erik hissed at Raoul glaring at him.
"You have before!"
Raoul retorted and both pushed away form the block, panting. They glared at each other angrily, both waiting for the other to attack. Erik noticed Raoul drop his stick before charging towards him and tackled him hard enough to knock him to the ground. They wrestle d on the ground for a few moments, fighting for dominance, Erik being the stronger of the two won, pinning Raoul to the ground with his body, trying not to think how nice it felt. Just as he was about to punch Raoul, suddenly someone pulled Erik off him, and Erik looked behind him angrily seeing it was Madame Giry.
"Come with me you two."
She said in a tone that sounded as if she was scolding two very naughty children, and helped Raoul up taking the two men by the arms and pulling them back to the Opera House to a private room.
End of flash back An: Couldn't think of a way to change it…sorry
Here they were, Madame Giry eyeing each of them waiting for an explanation, her hands on her hips.
"Well sense either of you is willing to give an explanation I suggest you listen. I think both of you is harboring feelings that neither of you want to admit. The first thing is to admit it to your selves I suggest to take a few days to think about it. I suggest that you spend a week away from each other, and think about it. That is your punishment for acting like children."
She said looking at them. Erik stood, and glared at them both. He then whisked his cape and left the room through a shadowed corner. Huh think about emotions…that was funny. But that's exactly what Erik did.
Fin
I would have made it swords, but I was like where would they get them? And everyone uses swords, and sticks were funnier. And…would you thrust tow denying men with sharp objects? I think not.