Hi again! Kuku here with the second chapter! Wow, I got a great response to this. I know this is sad compared to other fanficitons, but 7 ain't half a bad a start for me. And for a first chapter? Nice guys, nice! You're all on my favorite people list now. XP
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Now, you may notice some changes I made in the format! You see, no matter what I did, it didn't seperate the rants (here) and the story (below) well. So, I decided to set it up kinda like a script to a play. When there's a change in who the story is following or scenery, it will end an scene, and each chapter is an act. Yes! I am very clever! Thank you for noticing!
And I am personally pleased with how the Phantom came across in this. Remember, this is horror, so he will be just a BIT on the creepy/obsessive side. Like, more so then the musical. So, don't throw things at me, IT'S HOW I'M GOING TO RUN THE SHOW! THIS IS NOT GOING TO BE SOME BUBBLY LITTLE ROMANCE! The rating might go up later...I don't know how descriptive I'm going to get with the killings and crap. Just so you know. o.o
Angel of Music
Act 2- Angel of Music
Act 2, Scene 1
Daisuke fidgeted nervously off-stage. Krad and Dark were on stage right now, making the many announcements heard last night, including the fact that he, Daisuke Niwa, would be replacing Monsieur Takeshi. His flaming red locks were smashed under the large hat of Hannibal, and he only wished he could use the mass weight of the headpiece to crush the butterflies ramming against the walls in his stomach. He knew he'd be fine the minute the music started, but that didn't help him there and now. He ran a finger down the side of one of the velvet curtains, crushing the material in his hand and letting it fall elegantly off his fingers. He sighed. How could he expect to follow in THE Takeshi's shoes? He's the person the entire house came to see tonight. He was...red?
He looked at the velvet that had been in his hands, which had straightened itself out. It was a deep red. A deep red, like his seals. The Opera Ghost...his dark angel. A white mask flashed into his mind, and the piercing blue eyes looking at him from within the small eye hole of the mask, his only windows into his mentor's soul. The cold, blue eyes that haunted his dreams and followed his every move. They were everywhere. Those eyes, that white mask. A sudden shudder went through his spine. He was there. Watching. Like he always was. His lips curved into a happy smile and the butterflies flew away. He would be alright. His cold yet warm, ugly yet beautiful angel wouldn't let anything touch him. The music of the orchestra swelled. The singing of the chorus came to a fever pitch, the notes quivering in the air, watching, waiting for Hannibal. Watching, waiting for him. He felt all his fears leave, as if just the simple fact his angel was watching could take all his worries away on white wings, and allow him to become Hannibal. To become perfect. He strode out onto stage, commanding all around him. Hannibal was here.
End Act 2, Scene 1
Act 2, Scene 2
From the walkway along the walls near the ceiling of the theater he watched. His black-gloved hands graced the rails as he held on, his breath caught in his throat. A smile of triumph curved onto his face as the small tenor walked onto stage in all of his glory, the not-so-subtle candlelight reflecting off his beautiful face, every innocent curve and angle. And his eyes. They were the glory of his face. Those large, red pools could see into his dirty, bare soul. And still those eyes would smile at him. This was the one boy that brought humanity and light into his dark and hellish life. His only saving grace. His sweet angel. That boy was his, and his alone, even if the boy was not aware of it. He wouldn't let anyone touch his brilliant, innocent treasure of a songbird. The darkly-clothed being that was him turned and left. Nothing would get in the way of him and his small angel. Nothing.
End Act 2, Scene 2
Act 2, Scene 3
The girl twitched as another piece of light brown fell out of place. She took a deep breath, and tried to blow it back into place, but the stubborn piece of hair just wouldn't listen. She tried again. Failed. She sighed heavily, and slumped back into the chair. It was red crushed velvet like everything else, but this was cushioned with down feathers, making it like sitting on top of a cloud. And why not? She was in manager's box. Everything here was made to be pleasant and wonderful, down to the painted mural on the small dome of a ceiling above her. Two angel statues on either side of the box looked down toward the stage, which is where she was supposed to be watching. But, really, she didn't really wish to watch tonight. Don't get her wrong, normally she loved the opera. This fact usually surprised people, as she acted as a bit of a 'tomboy', but she was thrilled by the magic, by the music, by the story. That is, after all, why she begged her parents to allow her to patron the Opera Populaire in her name, not her family's. There was nothing WRONG with this opera in particular, from what she saw, it was a triumph. But her heart was not in it. Her heart had become heavy as of late- something was missing. She couldn't figure out what it was, but something was gone.
She sighed once more as she flattened the creases in her white dress. Just concentrate on the opera. She peered through the golden opera glasses, her large, chocolate brown eyes carefully watching the action on the stage. Maybe this would get her mind off her heart. Annoying little bitchy thing, it was. She hadn't really paid the opera justice with her lack of attention. She might as well start now. But there was only one character on the stage. The person was playing Hannibal, correct? It'd make sense. He seemed rather small for the role, but from what she heard from the monsieurs Dark and Krad, his voice was plenty good. Now that she thought about it as she begun to listen carefully, he was...perfect. She looked more carefully at the boy through her opera glasses. His face...it was...familiar. She couldn't place it, but her heart fluttered at the sight of him. She drew back immediately from the reaction of her heart, dropping the opera glasses in slight shock. How could she...why did she...? She blinked at Hannibal's singing form, each note more majestic then the last. She slowly reached down for the opera glasses, her eyes not daring to leave Hannibal. Her groping hands finally found their prize, and she brought them up to her face, breathing deeply. Hannibal slowly took off his headpiece, his red locks springing into place after being released from their cage. Her heart raced. There was not mistaking him now!
"Dai...Daisuke?" She muttered to herself, a goofy grin spreading across her face. "Little Dai?" She abruptly stood out of her chair, rushing to lean on the railing of the box, watching her childhood sweetheart sing in rapture. She absent-mindedly twirled a finger on the carvings of the railing as lost herself in the beauty of his voice. "Long ago...it seems so long ago...how young and innocent we were...I don't think he'll remember me...but I remember him..." She whispered to herself, entrapped by the boy's song. Perhaps, just perhaps, Daisuke was what was missing from her heart.
End Act 2, Scene 3
Act 2, Scene 4
The curtains closed, but did not dull the thunderous applause from the other side of the crimson barrier. Daisuke let out a large sigh, and his legs gave out from beneath him as the opera left him exhausted. He wasn't used to having to project his voice so far, and having all those eyes on you, and just you- it was hard work, mentally and physically. He immediately yelped as the gold decorations dug into his legs, and he stumbled to get back up.As he scrambled back up to his feet, he fell right onto Madame Emiko. The impact threw her off a bit, but she gripped the boy's arms and steadied him. He turned around, and scratched the back of his head as well as one could with a giant hat on his head.
"Eh heh heh...sorry, madame!" He said sheepishly, squinting slightly as he waited for the onslaught on his clumsiness.. He blinked as his hand fell slightly from behind his head and looked at her in slight surprise. It didn't come. In fact, she didn't seem angry at all- she wasn't even wearing her usual hawk-like gaze, but instead looked at him warmer tonight.
"You did well tonight, Daisuke. He will be pleased." She whispered as so only Daisuke could hear her as she pulled his off headpiece, her eyes shining. "I am pleased. You have done your father proud." She said, rising her voice to normal as put the hat on the ground and ruffled his hair, much like a mother would. "And you have done me proud." Daisuke blushed at the compliments, and nodded his head, a large smile consuming his face.
"Y..yes. Thank you, madame!" He said, his eyes shining happily. She nodded, her face resuming its usual hawk-like look as she turned to the dancers, commencing to yelling at them for their lazy performance. Despite the peril of his friends, he couldn't wipe the grin off his face. Those four simple words- 'He will be pleased'- caused such an explosive mix of happiness and fear to him. He loved to please his dark master, but at the same time, he felt a slight bit of fear, screaming at him from the back of his mind. He didn't know why he felt afraid of his Phantom- he had done nothing to hurt him- but it was the feelings that the ghost held behind his cold, white mask that he worried about. His eyes spoke stories no other part of him would, and they told of some deep, underlying anger or fear or something of the like. Something he was hiding, and Daisuke feared what it was.
Daisuke shook his head at his foolish and irritation fear. Why should he fear the one who gave him reason to sing? His eyes shone once more as he managed to find his way to his dressing room. That outfit was, after all, a major pain.
End Act 2, Scene 4
Act 2, Scene 5
He watched him, unseen and unnoticed. He smirked in triumph. He could see his little angel, but yet he could not see him. His eyes softened slightly as his angel stared off into space, sighing with exhaustion. He reached out to him, his dark hand shaking slightly. He touched the boy's image on the mirror, and traced his jawline with his finger. The boy shuddered slightly, as if he could feel his light caress on his face. He withdrew his hand. The boy shook his head, his red hair bouncing about.
"Better...get out of this...outfit. Jingly..." He heard the boy mutter to himself, walking behind the screen placed in the room in case of unwelcome visitors. He took a sharp breath, his heart starting to race. How he wanted his sweet little angel...just a small peak of him, his pale, bare skin, his innocent eyes looking at him, filled with love and desire... He backed into the stone wall behind him, the uneven layering of the stones causing some to dig their freezing points into his back. He welcomed the pain. He had to calm down. He'd get his angel. But for now, he had to calm down. To let his emotions take control of his actions now would lead to his distrust. If he went in their now, he'd loose him forever. His hand clutched the crimson vest he wore under his black satin cloak. Slow down. Slow down. Slow the heart down...
He saw his angel reemerge, his outfit an obviously more comfortable one. His shirt was white, and very loose-fitting. The sleeves were cuffed at the wrist, leaving large folds of cloth hanging off his arms. At the top were two ties to tie the top together, as there was a small dip in the cloth that one might want to close, but he left it open. His pants were black, and not extremely loose, but not skin-tight- a comfortable middle ground. Nothing special. He saw his sweet angel smile, obviously more relaxed. He walked the dresser's mirror, making sure his hair wasn't too damaged. He cracked a smile. It was cute. Then he saw his angel look down. Ignoring all other flowers, he saw him gingerly pick up his rose. Its petals were blood red- the exact color of his seals. A black satin ribbon was tied carefully in a bow around the stem. The rose was not in full-bloom, but closed. He held his breath. A small unreadable look flashed across his face- what was it? hate? fear? anger?- but before he could carefully examine him, he broke out into a large smile, carefully untying the ribbon then tyeing it around his wrist, carefully hiding it with his sleeve like it was his private secret. He grinned and stepped away from the wall. He didn't want to cause his back to start bleeding again.
"Bravo...Daisuke..." He said in a loud whisper, knowing that it would carry. The boy's head snapped up as he looked around the room.
"Angel...?" The boy whispered, his eyes wide. He suppressed a chuckle. He loved how the boy called HIM an angel. If he was indeed an angel, then he was an angel in Hell. And his sweet angel was from Heaven, coming to rescue his wretched heart. And he wasn't going to let anything stop it. Nothing.
End of Act 2, Scene 5
Act 2, Scene 6
"Daisuke? Daisuke? Daisuki..." came a voice from the door. Daisuke blinked, the voice bringing him out of trance. He was thinking about the Angel. After all, he had just called to him...and said he did good...his cheeks tinged at the thought. Nothing could make him happier.
"Daisuki!" The voice came again, this time louder. With a little 'oh!', Daisuke quickly made his way to the door, and opened it for his friend. Daiki grinned at him from the doorway.
"Hello, Hannibal the Perfect!" He said as he walked in, Daisuke closing the door behind him.
"It's clear, With." He said simply, turning from the door. But the form of Daiki wasn't there anymore. Instead, on his dresser was a fluffy white creature with large ears and a small cotton-like tail. The creature had the exact color of eyes as Daiki, and looked up at Daisuke with admiration. Daisuke laughed, and picked him up.
"With, don't look at me like that! You know you've heard better...I'm sure that monsieur Takeshi would have done a much better job."
"Kyuu!" With answered, narrowing his eyes.
"It is not a lie! You know he would have."
"Kyuu." With shook his fuzzy little head.
"You lie, With!" Daisuke said, laughing. "Don't deny it. But, you do know who helped me tonight, right?"
"Kyuu?"
"The Angel of Music, that's who! You know the story better then I, you've been alive so much longer. And in the family longer..." He petted his head. "I am really glad you are here, though. I don't know what I'd do without you. Besides the Angel, you're the best gift that Father has ever given me." He said, scratching behind With's ears. With sighed slightly.
"Kyuuu..."He said contently. Daisuke smiled, starting to sing to an old tune that his father once played on the violin.
"Father once spoke of angel...
I used to dream he'd appear.
Now when I sing, I can since him,
And I know he's here!
Here in this room, he calls me softly!
Somewhere inside, hiding!
Somehow I know he's always with me,
Here, the unseen genius!" Daisuke put With on the dresser and tapped his nose before looking pulling down his sleeve to hold out his wrist with the black ribbon hanging off of it."Angel of music!
Guide and guardian!
Bring to me your glory!
Angel of music, hide no longer!
Secret and strange angel!" He picked up With again, who pawed at the ribbon. "He's with me even now.." He paused as With jumped onto the dresser again, cocking his head at the boy. "All around me..." His face fell slightly, as his voice started to quiver slightly, finally admitting something to himself he really didn't want to. "It...frightens me..." He sang, his voice below a whisper. With looked at him, his eyes saddened with worry.
"Kyuu..." With whispered, hopping off the dresser to paw at Daisuke's pants. The boy looked down, his arm with the ribbon now quivering slightly. With looked at him once again with his sad eyes, his own way of saying 'I understand'. Daisuke scooped up the small creature and hugged him close.
"...Thank you..."
End of Act 2, Scene 6
Act 2, Scene 7
"Madame! Madame Riku! Please wait!" called a voice from behind a rapidly moving female dressed in the finest white dress one could buy.
Riku, however, did not stop.
Once the opera was over, she was an unstoppable force, hell nor high waters stopping her from going to see her old sweetheart. Daisuke was here, and she was not going to loose sight of him! Not when he still made her heart beat so, even after all these years. As she saw the people with flowers increase in number, she figured she was nearing Daisuke's room, or a flower shop. Since the flower shop was not likely, it had to be Daisuke. Her lips spread into such a grin that it might have appeared goofy or lovesick. Daisuke was so near! Her heart began to race. A door? The people around it made it clear it was his. He's right there...!
"Ah, Madame Riku!" came the deep sound of Dark. Dark and Krad made their way to her from near The Door, both wearing various degrees of happiness on their faces. She silently cursed to herself. Damn them! Damn them to hell! Krad was the first to bow, and Dark quickly followed.
"Madame Riku, was the performance enjoyable?" Said Krad, taking her hand and giving it a slight peck. She resisted the urge to jerk her hand away and smack them both out of her way.
"It was wonderful." She said, her eyes constantly going from Krad to the door. He raised an eyebrow. Dark, however, did not notice.
"And not one single refund! Monsieur Daisuke was a sauces, was he not? Let us go visit him!" Dark said cheerfully as he grabbed a thing of flowers from the nearest man's hand.
"Greedy..." muttered Krad, chuckling slightly.
"Ah...!" Riku said, gasping slightly. She quickly put her hands on the men's shoulders to stop them, and quickly made her way in front of them, turning to face the confused two as she stood in front of the door. "If you will excuse me, good sirs, but I would like to make this visit alone!" She said, grinning from ear to ear. Without waiting for a response, the girl turned the doorknob, and entered, shutting the door softly behind her.
The two looked at each other, slightly confused. Dark handed the flowers back to the man he took them from.
"Perhaps they know each other...?"
End of Act 2, Scene 7
Act 2, Scene 8
With's ears picked up. With a small 'kyuu!', the small creature hopped from Daisuke's embrace and under the table. Daisuke blinked, and bent down and crawled under the table, looking at With.
"With, why are you..."
"Little Dai!" came a voice. Who was i...wait! Daisuke knew that voice! He quickly started to stand, but smacked his head into the table.
"AIEE!" He said loudly, just short of screaming as his hands shot up to grasp the top of his throbbing head. He heard a feminine gasp, and heard the gentle tap of footsteps as she made her way over.
"Oh, Dai, I am so sorry!" The girl said, shock and horror in her voice. Daisuke, rubbing his head one last time, scooted out, and came face to face with Riku. His face immediately turned a bright red.
"Ri...Riku? I...um...dropped something?" He said sheepishly, glowing from a mixture of embarrassment and happiness. "But is it really you?" She simply grinned.
"That scarf. I still have it, you know. It's much dryer, now, even though it still reeks of the foolishness you rubbed off on it." She said playfully, tinging slightly herself at the memory. Daisuke grinned back.
"What did you expect me to do? You loved that scarf!"
"You can't swim."
"I forgot that until after I got the scarf." Her eyes shown, and she suddenly embraced him tightly, nuzzling her head into his shoulder.
"I...I've missed you, Daisuke. More then you know...more then I really every realized." She whispered. He blushed, and held her.
"I've missed you too..." He whispered slowly, as he himself started to really see how much he missed her as well. "More then I really ever realized..." Riku pulled away, blushing violently, and turned away.
"You performed marvelously tonight!" She said, turning around as her blush slowly faded. His blush, however, only increased.
"Well..." He started slowly. "Do you remember the stories? Of the angel of music? I've been visited by him. That's...why..." He said, his words slowing at the end. It must have sounded so stupid, he though, beating himself up for it. Riku only laughed.
"There's no doubt of it!" She grasped his hands, looking straight into his eyes. He had almost forgotten what a wonderful color they were, and how he could get lost... Her voice snapped him out of his daze. "Daisuke, you simply must join me for dinner! I'll have a my best horses and carriage ready in 5 minutes, so you need to get ready!" She said, tapping him on the nose.
"But...I...can't." He said slowly, turning his gaze from her to his wrist. He could barely make out the black color, the ribbon starting to feel more heavy. "The Angel...he's very...strict." He tugged at the sleeve, attempting to loosen the ribbon. Stop it.
Riku only laughed as she turned the door knob.
"Then I shall get you back early."
"But...!"
"Five minutes, Daisuke!" She said, and closed the door. Daisuke stared at the door for a minute, then put his head in his hands.
"But I can't..." He whispered into them. "My Angel..." He said, more loudly as if wishing him to come. "Angel..."
"INSOLENT GIRL!" came a deep, yet alluring voice from all around him. Daisuke's head shot up. "SLAVE OF FASHION! BASKING IN YOUR GLORY!" ranted the voice, anger dripping off his words. "IGNORANT FOOL! THIS BRAVE YOUNG WRENCH, BASKING IN MY TRIUMPH!"Daisuke stood up, his black-ribbon wrist clutching the fabric around his chest.
"Angel of Music, speak...I listen...!" He said, his voice starting at a whisper, then growing. "Stay by my side, guide me! Angel, my soul is weak, forgive me...Enter at last, master!" He said, looking around the room, his heart racing in his chest.
"...Look at your face in the mirror. I am there inside..." Came the voice again, yet this time, softer, but commanding. Daisuke obeyed. How could he not obey his angel? His heart longed to seek him out, and the alluring quality of his voice left no room for discussion. His steps echoed in the small room. The candles started to go out, one by one, as if a wind blew through the room. It send shivers down his spine, but he dared not stop walking. His angel was calling. "I am your angel of music...come to me, angel of music..." whispered the voice. He neared the mirror, and there he was. He stood a good hand taller then him, and he used the height to look down on him. He clothed himself mainly in black, save for a red vest under his black cloak and jacket, and a white undershirt under that. That, and his white mask. The careful shape of the mask mimicked the real contours of the half of the face it hid, the hole for the eye contorted to look as if the brow was arched in a glare. His skin was almost deathly pale, his thin lips holding little color. His light blue hair was slicked back, minus the few bangs that fell in front of his eyes. And there were his eyes. The thing that drew him. The ice blue depths that haunted his every step. He held out a black-gloved hand. Daisuke's heart raced and stood fixed on his eyes and his eyes alone, entranced.
There came a knock on the door.
"Dai? Daisuke?" The Angel's eyes did not waver.
"I am your angel of music...come to me, angel of music..." came his soft command again. Daisuke was lost in his eyes. The Angel reached out and grabbed his hand. Daisuke's heart shot up into his chest.
"Angel..." He muttered. The Angel looked at him, his lips parting in a rare smile. Riku began pounding on the door.
"Daisuke! Who's there? Daisuke!"
But Daisuke was not there anymore.
End of Act 2, Scene 8
End of Act 2
Ohhhh! Daisuke is now in the clutches of the Phantoooommm! We all know Satoshi would be a dead sexy Phantom, so he's going to be hard to resist, ne? Ohh, the possiblities!
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Kuku, out!
