Disclaimer: I don't own Phantom of the Opera or any affiliated…things. I also don't own any other books/shows/movies/plays I might mention. If I told you what they were, it would spoil random fandom allusions. Just know that I don't own them. Once I've made my fortune, I'll have to make a point to buy them.
To all my old and beloved readers and what new ones I might have – welcome to the long awaited sequel to The Hate of His Life! I highly recommend you read that phic before this one, if you have not yet done so. I am happy to present this story of mine, which I only hope will he half as popular as its prequel. We reunite ourselves with Erik and his newfound student Hana on their trial relationship period. Let me say that I will make less appearances in this story, and there will be strictly no cameos. Sorry. Enjoy!
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"So, Erik, how does it feel?" Aislin leaned smugly back in her seat in the luxury airplane as they flew over the Pacific Ocean. It was Friday, the first day of Erik's trip to Hawaii with Hana. Aislin was somehow extremely happy that she had managed to happily pair Erik with someone other than Christine.
"How does what feel?" Erik asked casually. They had a private jet for just the three of them. Aislin was reclining in her seat by the window, her glass of root beer in a cupholder beside her and The Count of Monte Cristo sitting unfinished next to it. Hana was fast asleep across three seats with the armrests up, turning them into one long couch. Erik was sitting at the rectangular table in the center of the cabin, reading a novel recommended to him by Aislin. He found the antics of Robert Langdon and Sophie Neveu extremely interesting, was already half done, and wasn't willing to stop reading.
"You know exactly what I mean," pressed Aislin. "You have a new girl. If not a lover, at least a student. What's it like knowing you're going to be spending major time with her?"
"Am I being recorded?" inquired Erik suspiciously. (Fache had just discovered the recording equipment in Teabing's garage, and Erik loved a conspiracy as much as the next guy.) "Is this some kind of contest interview?"
"No," replied Aislin, sounding a little hurt. "I was just wondering. You've been kind of quiet during the flight, I thought you might be sulking or something."
"Da Vinci Code?" Erik reminded her, waving the book in front of her face. "I have not been sulking, merely reading." And he resumed.
Aislin shrugged and fished out her trusty CD player, only to find that her short conversation had pulled Erik into the mood to talk.
"Why are you coming along with us?" he asked her, his book now firmly closed with a black bookmark. "I thought it was 'send us off to Hawaii and say goodbye.'"
Aislin shook her head. "Nope. I'm the contest coordinator, so I go where you go. But don't worry. The only times you'll see me when we get to Hawaii are…well, strictly speaking, I plan to try and stay out of your way, in order to give you and Hana the right…atmosphere. If you happen to run into me, so what? You aren't actually expected to see me again until Monday, when we fly back. Then in Paris, I disappear except for a few random visits I might pay."
Erik nodded. Aislin pressed a button on her CD player to get Music of the Night to play, andshe snuggled into her seat for some sleep. "The flight is far from over, you might want to relax," she advised him. He nodded again absently, and opened The Da Vinci Code again.
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In several more hours, they'd made it to Hawaii. Hana clung to Erik's arm and her carryon bag excitedly as they left the plane. The airport was bustling with activity, and Erik was pleased to see no waiting fangirls in the terminal.
"Come on, we have a waiting taxi out front," said Aislin, dragging Erik forward by his free hand."
"What about the luggage we checked?" said Hana nervously.
"I didn't send two weeks worth of luggage to a place we'll only be in for two days. Our bags went to the Opera. Well," she sniffed, "yours went to the Opera, mine went to a hotel down the street."
Out in front of the hotel, a dark-skinned native who nevertheless spoke English (A/N: Maybe they all do…they probably all do…hey, I've never been there) drove them to a large hotel near the coast…and past the hotel.
"Where are we going?" wondered Erik aloud, watching as the tall white building disappeared behind them. Aislin didn't answer, but smiled.
The taxi drove up to a little patch of pavement that didn't lead anywhere. Aislin paid the driver and got out, followed by Erik, Hana, and three large bags.
"Follow me," she ordered, and she traipsed out into the sand. Hana followed obligingly, but Erik was rather objecting. However, they would soon leave him behind, so he hurried after them.
Right away, Erik was sorry that the only things he ever wore were black suits and full black capes. Hawaii was HOT. And the sunlight seemed inevitably drawn to his dark clothes, and through to his skin, normally ice cold, now receiving an odd cold/hot sensation. More hot than cold though – not pleasant at all. After walking only a few yards down the coast, he broke into a sweat and his black shoes filled with sand.
"Oh, this is going to be great fun," he thought.
At long last he caught up with the two girls. They were standing in front of a picturesque little cabana by the coast. It looked quaint, with only three rooms inside, a roof of palm leaves, and a floor of only woven mats over sand. There were palm trees all behind it, with a hammock strung securely between two, and nothing but beach and ocean in front of it. It looked like a postcard.
Closer inspection of the interior revealed a bathroom with a working shower, sink, and toilet, and a kitchen with a modern, if not old, stove and small refrigerator, so it wasn't entirely primitive. Although for the life of him, Erik couldn't figure out where the toilet pipes would lead in an isolated place like this. He decided he didn't want to know, and after exploring the cabana with Hana and claiming cots (he gladly took the one farthest from the window), they left their luggage inside and rejoined Aislin outside.
The beach looked beautiful, the sun only just sinking below the horizon over the blue water.
"I leave you two here for whatever you might wish to do," recited Aislin. "I'll be in a hotel down that way -" she pointed in the direction they'd come, "and if you need anything, you have but to come into town. I will be here to pick you up and take you both to Paris on Monday, so be ready then." She waved happily. "Enjoy your stay!"
And she walked off into the distance, slipping off her sandals and kicking up sand with her bare feet.
Erik automatically felt uncomfortable. Here was an instance where he'd be with a phangirl, and Aislin wouldn't be coming back to rescue him in a few hours.
He stopped. Now he needed Aislin to rescue him from phangirls?
Of course not! He was the Phantom of the Opera! He could handle this! After all, he chose this girl! There was absolutely no problem, things would go fine.
He turned to Hana. She grinned. "Want to go for a late night swim?" she asked with a wink.
Erik moaned, wondering what he'd gotten himself into. He went back into the cabana to make sure only one person could fit into his cot.
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Rather short, I know, but I hope to make them better as I write them. I'm excited! I finally get to write this! I want to thank everyone who came back, and ask you to exhibit the same loyalty I know so well and review!
