This chapter reminds me a bit of Notes lol. And I'm not sure if its going to be slash but it seems to be leaning that way.

That morning, under the guise of going out to explore the sights, Charles set off to the Opera Populaire. There he rushed to the backstage where he knew he'd find just the person he was looking for.

Madame Giry was rather surprised to see him.

"Hello, Charles," She smiled. "Did you come to watch the rehearsals?"

"No, madame," Charles said, "I came to ask you a question."

"And what might that question be?" Madame Giry asked.

Charles took a deep breath. This was not going to be easy. "Do you know how to reach James?"

Madame Giry's eyes widened. "How do you know him?" She demanded instantly.

"I met him a long time ago," Charles said. "I promise that I don't mean any harm to him. I was just wondering if you could give him this letter." He reached into his jacket he pulled out a crisp, white envelope that he offered to Madame Giry.

She looked down at it worriedly. "Charles, do you have any idea what your doing?" She asked.

"Yes," Charles said, "so please make sure he gets the letter."

Madame Giry sighed and the letter from him. "Alright," She said, "but I can't grantee a response."

James, having heard the warning bells go off some time ago, was waiting for Madame Giry as she rowed up to the bank of the lake.

"Hello, madame," He said helping her out of the gondola and onto the ground. "If you're looking for my father then I'm afraid you just missed him. He went to patrol above."

"I'm not looking for your father," Madame Giry said. "I came here to deliver a letter to you."

James raised his eyebrows. "A letter?" He asked. "Who's writing to me?"

"Charles de Chagny," Madame Giry said.

James's heart stopped.

"Why is he writing to me?" He asked.

"I don't know," Madame Giry said, "but I suggest you find out before your father gets home."

"Thank you," James said taking the letter from her.

"Your welcome," She smiled.

James helped her back into the gondola and as she rowed away he rushed into his room.

There he tore open the envelope and read was written on the paper inside.

James, I know I saw you last night and I think I understand now why you wear the mask. But I'm not afraid of you I swear. I want to meet you but I'll leave that decision up to you.

Charles

James sighed and placed the letter down on his bed. He wanted more then anything to see Charles face to face but he knew it would be an extremely foolish thing to do. Charles was only unafraid of his face because he'd never really seen it but once he did he'd be just as terrified as Christine when she had seen Erik's face. And besides Erik had forbid him to go anywhere near Charles and to defy his father was a death wish. No he knew what he had to do.

He sat down at his desk and pulled a piece of paper out from one of the drawers. He then picked up his pen and began to write his response.

Charles practically raced to the opera house the next day and by the time he reached Madame Giry he was breathless. "Did James write back?" He panted.

Madame Giry nodded and handed him a letter that was sealed with a blood red skull.

Charles snatched it from her hand and ripped it open anxious to read the response.

Charles, Your right, it was me who you saw in Box Five but that will be the last time you'll see me. It's impossible for us to be with each other in anyway. I'm too different from other people to ever be near them. So just forget about me and stick with your nice, normal life.


James

Charles's heart was heavy as he looked up at Madame Giry who shook her head sadly. "I'm sorry," She said, "but he's right. You should forget him."

"No, he's wrong!" Charles said angrily. "And I'll prove it to him!" He then stormed off with James's letter crumpled up in his hand.

Madame Giry sighed and wondered what was going to happen.

When James slipped into Box Five to watch the rehearsals he was surprised to find an envelope on his chair. He realized who had to be with a sinking feeling and opened it.

James, You're wrong! I don't care how different we are! I am not afraid of you and I can't forget you. I haven't been able to for eleven years. And it isn't nice to have a normal life. It's very, very dull and my parents are far to over protective of me.

I can't believe that it's impossible for us to be with each other and I will see again weather you want me to or not.

Charles

James dropped the letter and let his face fall into his hands. "Damnit, Charles," He said. "What am I going to do about you?"