Cheyenne: Wee! Chapter 3! This makes me happeh =D *Squeals and hugs all reviewers before wiping a happy tear from my eyes* THANK YOU GUYS SOOOO MUCH! Seriously =O Those were some of the nicest comments I've ever received, I think!!!

*Wipes another tear* *More happy sniffling*

Well, since I'm going on a ski trip for a week starting Sunday, I've decided to try and get another chapter out before I leave ^^

Yami: I hope for your sake I show up in this chapter. I have better things to do than dropping props on Anzu's head!

Bakura: …No you don't.

Cheyenne: Umm…

Bakura: He really doesn't.

Cheyenne: ANYWAYS. *Glares at Bakura, who shrugs and walks away* Hey! No! Bakura! Wait! Argh! …Ryou?

Ryou: Cheyenne wants you to know that she DOES NOT own Yu-Gi-Oh!, or Phantom of the Opera. Though if she did, you can be sure there would probably be some drastic changes in both. Because she's a sappy romantic person like that sometimes.

Cheyenne: I only wanted you to say the disclaimer!

Ryou: Well, they got that and then some. *Follows Bakura*

Cheyenne: … They're all plotting against me. Anyways, on with the fic! *Runs off before Marik and Malik can come in*

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//Sabine//

"Welcome to the half-masquerade!"

Sabine turned to see Ryou standing to her left with a large grin on his face. He was still wearing his conductors-uniform, his white hair tied back in a rough ponytail. Malik was mingling with some other party-goes, wearing a loose-fitting tan-top and red pants.

"Thanks, Ryou!" Mai said, waving her hand before smoothing down her white dress. Sabine smiled and added in her own thanks, before scanning the area of the party again. She couldn't see Anzu, but she figured the girl was somewhere here. Either that or she was just waiting to make a grand entrance. That would make more sense, had it not been for the fact that she was attempting to climb the stage the musicians were playing on and sing. Sabine placed her hand at her mouth to stifle her laughter as Marik and Bakura came up behind her with an evil grin, before Bakura gave a small tug at her dress, which sent the soprano spiraling towards the ground with a loud shriek.

"Man, what a low-life!" A voice said from behind her, and Sabine turned until she was looking directly into the honey-colored eyes of none other than Joey Wheeler.

"Joey!" Sabine cried out, eyes widening. "Is it really you? I haven't seen you in so long!"

"It's me alright!" Joey said with a grin, running a hand through his mop of blonde hair. He was wearing a formal green jacket with a plain white shirt underneath. His paints were also green, and he had a black cane tipped with a gold ball in his hand.

"How'd you know it was me?" Sabine asked, briefly touching the black mask that covered half her face.

"Well, Sab, I saw you singing!" Joey beamed at her, and Mai giggled.

"O-Oh!" Sabine said, looking down. "You were watching?"

"Yep! Man, you were wonderful, Sab!" Sabine blushed at this. She wasn't used to receiving such compliments. Mai giggled again, and suddenly all three of them glanced up to see Marik and Bakura walking closer to them, arguing about something that was probably trivial. Sabine stopping playing with the fabric of her dress as the répétiteur and the sandy-haired assistant prop-manager drew near.

"I tell you, we could be filthy stinkin' rich if we just ditched Anzu and hired Sabine here full time!" Bakura grinned at Sabine, who blushed again.

"Well, I think it would be funny to keep Anzu on, just to see her strut about the stage like an over-dressed peacock, only to be taken down a peg when our friend the Phantom decides to drop something on her!" Marik replied, and Sabine caught sight of both Ryou and Malik with their foreheads in their hands, shaking the rest of their heads in an exasperated motion. What were they up to…?

"Ah, well, what do you think, Mister Wheeler?" Bakura inquired a mischievous glint in his eyes.

'Oh, they are definitely up to something,' Sabine thought. 'But what?'

"Well, I-"Joey suddenly frowned, not finishing whatever he had been about to say. "What Phantom?"

"Oh! You have not heard of him? Why, I thought everyone had!" Marik faked shock, placing his hands over his heart in an overly dramatic fashion. "Well, then, let me tell you! Our friend the Opera Ghost is…" Sabine frowned. Well, she would let them get on with their conversation, then…

"Sabine! Sabine, come on! Let's dance!" Mai said as she tugged at her friend, and they disappeared into the crowd.

==One Hour Later==

Mai giggled as she was whirled around by one of the stage hands, while Sabine laughed and clapped from behind. This party was truly pleasurable; the band was nice, the music even nicer, and so far Anzu hadn't even bugged them yet! After the stage incident, she had disappeared to sulk off in some unmapped corner or wherever. Sabine knew that as far as Mai was concerned, the lead soprano could just stay there and rot. Which would almost be acceptable, Sabine admitted. As much as she hated to think it, she almost wished that Anzu had left the theater for good. She knew others that thought the same way, too.

"Sabine!"

Speak of the devil. "Yes, Anzu?" Sabine turned to the other woman, her tone pleasant and a smile plastered on her face.

Anzu sniffed. "I was just seeing if you were, umm, enjoying yourself at this party."

"Yes, very much so," Sabine said with a nod and a smile.

"Contrary to what I was saying earlier, I fear I must apologize for what I said to you prior to this party. I hear you were truly magnificent! And now, I fear I must agree. Perhaps you will sing for us later, no?" Anzu smiled, and Sabine felt a little flustered at this.

"Oh, s-sure, Anzu! I'd be glad to!" Sabine said after about ten seconds, surprised at the soprano's change of mood.

"Excellent!" Anzu cooed as if they were long-lost friends. She clapped her white-gloved hands together once, and flashed another smile. But this time, Sabine caught something behind it. Victory? Why would Anzu feel victorious? Ah, no matter, she was probably just imagining it.

Imagining…. Like the voice? No! Sabine closed her eyes and chased the thoughts out of her mind. Don't think about the voice, just concentrate on the dancing. Yes, that's it… just concen-

"Sabine?" Sabine snapped her eyes open and turned around to see Joey standing there, his face looking slightly flushed. It was then Sabine noticed the music tempo had changed. Now, it was classical, slow and melodic.

"Yes, Joey?" Sabine asked, before gasping as she realized she had neglected to take out the diamond flowers in her hair. Reaching up, she felt them still securely in place. Good grief… At least no one had stolen them, though.

"I was wondering I-If you would like t-to dance?" Joey finally asked, and Sabine tilted her head to the side, unsure about why he was acting so oddly.

"Well, of course!" Sabine held out her hand, and Joey took it. They proceed to line up with the other couples, until the whole ballroom was a divided into two lines. One line had all females, while the other had all males. Those not participating in this dance stood to the side, cheering and clapping their hands. Sabine spotted Mai dancing with Seto, and Anzu was (obviously) with Tristan. But the lead soprano's eyes were on someone else, and, as Sabine followed her train of vision, her own orbs came to rest on someone she knew she had never seen before in her life, talking to Ryou. He wore a loose black shirt, which was tucked into his tight black pants and matching black boots which stopped just below his knees. Over his hands he wore a pair of black gloves, which reached about halfway between his wrists and elbows. A black mask covered half his face, much like hers did. His hair was wild, with lightning-golden bangs that seemed to be placed in just the right spots on his face. Blonde streaks ran into the seven star-spikes of the rest of his black hair, with was tipped all the way around with crimson. Crimson… like his eyes. Sabine had never seen such eyes before in her life! They were like deep, never ending pools that she could not look away from. Mysterious… alluring…

"Sabine?" Sabine turned to see Joey looking at her expectedly. For one brief moment she turned back to the black-clothed stranger, only to find him staring at her with a slight smirk on his face. ((AN: Yami's custom smirk is the best xD)) Blushing furiously, Sabine turned back to a very angry looking Joey. For a moment, Sabine thought he was angry at her. But then when she followed his eyes, she found that he was staring at the crimson-eyed stranger, fury registering clearly in his expression.

"Joey?" Sabine nudged him as the two lines of male and female drew apart. The dance had begun.

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//Yami//

He didn't want to be here, not really. The chance was too great, he didn't want anyone to recognize him… though, since no one but Bakura, Marik, Malik, and Ryou had ever seen him, he doubted that would happen.

But, wouldn't people think it odd that he was there? Sure, Bakura and Marik had introduced him to the curious on watchers as their friend, but how long would that story work?

Why was he here again? Oh, wait. That was why.

Flashback

"Come on, Yami!" Bakura folded his arms over his chest with a smirk. "We'd all be wearing masks, anyways! You know, a HALF-masquerade?"

"I know what you mean!" Yami snarled, crimson eyes flashing with menace. "And I'm not going! What part of the word "no", don't you understand?"

"Bakura, if he doesn't want to go…" Marik's light lavender eyes glittered. "Then we should just drag him there!"

Yami growled, backing up against the wooden walls of the narrow corridor in which they were all standing, so that one of his two crazed friends couldn't come at him from behind. He hated parties. Wait, no that was a lie. He hated parties where people might recognize him.

As if his friends had guessed his thoughts, Bakura said: "Don't worry, Yami! We'll introduce you as our friend! They won't argue with us, right, Marik?"

"Right!" Marik poked Yami in the ribs, and the Opera Ghost glared at him.

"I'm not going and there's no way in Ra you can make me!"

"Sabine'll be there," Malik said calmly as he walked down the hallway towards them.

"So?" Yami said, though he could feel his resolve weakening. 'Damn! What are they? Friends, or conspirators?'

"Come on, Pharaoh! Besides, it'll be good for you, you know that!" Bakura protested feebly, as if he could tell his friend was giving in already.

"Yes, Yami! Please?" Ryou asked, appearing next to Bakura. Yami growled.

"We'll all be in masks, see? And besides, we can always watch our dear little soprano!" Marik cooed. Yami's eyes took a spark of cruel interest. "I see, then. Which dear little soprano are we talking about, exactly?"

"The annoying obsessed one that is bound to make a huge fool of herself so we can laugh, of course!" Bakura replied, chocolate eyes sparkling in the victory he knew he had won.

"Well then!" Yami clapped his gloved hands together once. He knew that if he didn't give in, they would forcefully drag him to that party. Literally. And that wouldn't be the end of it. "I guess I'd better go." Yami sighed in defeat, and Bakura and Marik high-fived each other while Ryou and Malik gave each other knowing smirks.

"We'll hold you to that, Yami! If you're not there on time, we'll search the WHOLE Opera Populaire for you, and screw whoever sees us doing it!" Marik said mildly, as if it was perfectly normal.

The scary thing was that Yami knew they'd actually do that. "Yeah, yeah, I'll be there," the Phantom replied with a nod of his head, before swinging himself up into the rafters and disappearing from view.

End Flashback

Sigh. Well, that's why he was here. Well, it could have been worse; they actually could have decided to drag him all this way! Yami frowned. He was wearing his normal Phantom attire, which, despite his earlier thoughts, actually fit in more than any costume would. Tugging on the edge of his glove absentmindedly, he failed to notice Ryou until the young albino was right beside him.

"What are you doing, Yami? You should be out there enjoying yourself!" He pointed out mildly.

"I am enjoying myself enough," Yami said. He had been keeping tabs on that Mister Wheeler, and he found (much to his evident dislike), that he had asked Sabine to dance with him. As the couples lined up into two, parallel lines, Yami turned to see Anzu staring at him. He shivered as Anzu raised her hand and gave a cheeky wave, accompanied by a smile that she obviously thought was seductive. Well, there goes the evening. And wasn't she with Tristan, anyways?

"You're not, now," Ryou pointed out.

"Well, if you would kindly take Anzu off my back I'd probably be having a little more fun than I am right now!" Yami replied with a growl, and Ryou held both his hands up in front of him. "Calm down, Yami. It can't be all that bad."

"You don't know the half of it, Ryou," Yami said, turning to try and find Sabine and Joey again. Sabine had turned to Joey for a moment, but Yami couldn't help but smirk as she turned to stare at him once, much to Joey's evident annoyance. How did he know Joey was annoyed? Well, actually, now Yami would say he was angry, especially since Sabine had blushed. Again, how did he know this? Well, from the death-glares Joey was sending him, it was pretty obvious that the patron was livid at the attention Sabine seemed to be giving the Opera Ghost (AKA, Him!).

'Ha, well, let him be jealous!' Yami thought with satisfaction, crossing his arms and leaning back against the wall as the dance began.

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//Sabine//

Sabine bowed to Joey as the dance ended, and he bowed back; his furious gaze returning briefly to the crimson-eyed stranger.

"Joey, please stop. You're being paranoid," Sabine said with a soft smile. Joey looked at her, and his expression softened. "Do you know him?" He suddenly asked.

"Who?" Sabine asked, her cheeks coloring slightly.

"Him!" Joey growled in the direction of the man Sabine had been looking over at for the past five or ten minutes.

"No," Sabine admitted, looking down. 'But I wish I did,' she thought secretly to herself. "Are you having a good time, Joey?" Sabine instead chose to ask, as she and the stranger locked eyes once more before someone moved in front of them, obscuring her view.

"Yes," Joey said after a pause. "But come! Let us move away from here." Joey held out his arm, which Sabine decided to take after a pause.

"Alright," The girl said quietly before stepping through the crowd until they both stood on the outside of the ring that had formed. Sabine's eyes widened as she saw who was in the center of the circle, though, and she moved forward again to see if her eyes weren't deceiving her.

Mai stood there, holding the hand of none other than Seto Kaiba, as they danced around in a loop, the crowd clapping to the rhythm of the dance. Sabine pushed to the front, cheering the loudest she could for her friend.

"Your friend's a good dancer," a rich, baritone voice said, and Sabine nearly fainted. She had heard that voice! It was The Voice! The fifth voice from that one night! The one she had been inquiring about for days! Now, she was finally about to find out who it was. Turning around, she almost fainted yet again when she found herself face-to-face with the crimson-eyed man. Sabine opened her mouth and closed it, no sound coming out whatsoever. The man watched this with nothing short of amusement, and Sabine took in his features from close up. To say he was handsome would be a bit of an understatement! His features were finally carved and aristocratic, and he had this aura of mystery around him, which Sabine found intriguing.

"I'm a good dancer, too, I've been told," Sabine said once she found her voice, and she felt like taking that statement back when the man smirked, quirking a brow from behind his mask.

"Oh, really?" He purred his voice tinged with an almost seductive tone. "Let's say we test that out, hmm?"

"If you feel you're up to the challenge, good sir!" Sabine said as she took his offered arm, and the two made their way to the center of the circle.

"I'm always up for a challenge," the man whispered before drawing her close to him, as the music started up. It was a very spirited song, one that makes you want too swing and twirl. Sabine smiled as the man took her hand, using it to spin her over and over again in circles as the music picked up tempo.

"Tired yet, sir?" Sabine smiled as the man pulled her against his chest. Sabine should have found this strange, but this was a dance, after all…. And she did feel incredibly protected.

"Not even," The man leaned down to whisper in her ear, as they pulled apart. Sabine held one of his hands as she swung outward, twirling back into his embrace as his hands came around her waist, her back to his chest. They stayed like that for about five seconds, before resuming the rest of the dance. People cheered and clapped as the two danced, and to the casual onlookers, it would appear as if they were very much in love. But was that entirely a lie? Or was there a speck of truth in it?

The dance ended with Sabine facing the man, pressed against his torso. His hands were around her waist, holding her there, and her held was inclined slightly backwards, arms around his neck. His head was tilted over hers, as if he were about to kiss her. Sabine was panting, and the man looked as if he was tired, too.

"Well, sir, you certainly are a good dancer!" Sabine said.

"As are you," the man whispered. Sabine felt like she could stop breathing and it would not matter. They we so close. So very close… Both of them leaned a little closer together, their lips about to meet when suddenly, Sabine wondered what she was doing. Kissing a man she had met less than an hour ago? But she was surprised at how much she wanted this. Wanted him.

"What is your name?" Sabine whispered. The man seemed to hesitate for a moment, before giving her an answer.

"Yami." His voice was low and husky, and Sabine felt herself melting into his touch as they leaned closer. Five centimeters separated them. Now three. One.

"Sabine!" Sabine closed her eyes and sighed as Joey's voice rang out, and she reluctantly stepped out of Yami's arms to face her childhood friend.

"Yes, Joey?" Sabine replied, still flustered as she smoothed out her crimson dress, letting it fan out a little around her feet; the black patterns more evident at the hem. Joey approached them, growling at Yami who only smirked back. Sabine caught sight of Mai, who was standing at the edges of the circle with her mouth wide open, and eyes shining.

"Ah, Sabine! I see you've met our good friend, Yami!" Ryou said appearing next to them with a wide smile plastered on his face. But there was a knowing twinkle in his dark brown eyes, and Malik, who was standing beside him, had a smile that screamed "victory" smeared all over his face.

"Yes, yes I did." Sabine said, a blush tickling her face again. "He's a wonderful dancer."

"A dancer's only as good as his partner," Yami said, smiling again.

"Well, now that we're past the pleasantries!" Joey growled, and Sabine turned to him with a bewildered expression. "Joey, what is wrong with you?"

"Nothing," Joey said through clenched teeth. His hands were balled into fists, and he was glaring something fierce at Yami. Sabine was about to say something when a new voice spoke up.

"Surely you're not jealous, Mister Wheeler?" Marik asked as he sauntered over.

"No, I'm not jealous, but did you see-?"

"What I saw was a perfectly lovely dance! I never thought you had it in you, Sabine! And Yami, that was a surprise! I didn't even think you danced!" Marik bowed to the young singer, who mumbled thanks in return as the sandy-haired male turned to smirk at Yami. Looking down at the floor, Sabine remembered those tantalizing moments in Yami's strong, safe arms. She almost felt like she had known him for much longer than she had. Longer than just this night. Was she…? Did she love this strange man? No, how could she? For gods sake she didn't even know him! How can you fall in love with someone you've only known for the past hour or so? No, she was not in love with this crimson eyed man. She could not be. It was unfathomable! And wasn't that being unfair to her Angel? She knew she loved him, too….

Yet she was. How could she be? How could this have happened? She didn't believe in love at first sight, so why did it have to happen to her?

"Sabine?" Sabine looked up into Yami's concerned eyes, and she felt a warmth spread throughout her entire body, putting her senses on edge. She was dimly aware of Joey glaring at the object of her desire, but her focus was all for Yami. "Yes?" She answered softly.

"Are you alright?" Joey cut in, stepping in front of Yami, blocking her view again. Sabine sighed. "Yes, Joey, I'm fine!" 'Except for the fact that I'm in love with a perfect stranger!' She added privately to herself. Yes, she had finally admitted it to herself in the long period of that agonizing amount of two minutes time. "Please, Joey, why are you so upset?" Sabine asked quietly, staring up into the honey eyes of her friend.

"Sabine, I don't think I should have to explain why-"

"Sabine!" Anzu called, swooping over to them with a fake-looking smile and batting her eyelashes in a flirtatious manner at Yami, who ignored her. Even so, Sabine felt a twinge of jealousy.

"That dance was simply marvelous!" Anzu purred, fake-sweetness oozing off of her as she grabbed Sabine's arm. Mai appeared then, scowling at the brown-haired soprano.

"I wonder, Mister, if you would like to dance with me? I'm sure I could be just as interesting as Sabine, here," the lead soprano added in a seductive tone. Yami looked fairly disgusted, but he replied in an even, polite tone: "Actually, I'm quite tired. Perhaps another time…?"

"Yeah, like never!" Bakura said, appearing between Yami and Anzu as an efficient blocker. Anzu narrowed her eyes at him, and laughed in a high-pitched manner. "Oh, come now! Sure I'm not all that bad a partner?"

"Yeah, but it's the kind of partner!" Marik said slyly. "If we thought all you wanted him for is a dance partner, perhaps he would."

"What are you implying, peasant!" Anzu hissed.

"Nothing, other than the fact that you're only interested in how good Yami is in bed!"

Sabine couldn't help but gasp at that, and she saw the bewildered-yet-amused expression playing over Yami's face.

"Why you-!" Anzu hissed, looking as if she wanted to strangle both the albino and the sandy haired male. She then turned to Yami and said in a sickly sweet voice: "Don't believe them, Yami dear. They're just joking. Don't worry, I know them well."

"Please don't insult my intelligence by implying that my friends have no life. While they may not, it is not your place to point that out. And, as Bakura and Marik have so tactlessly pointed out, I think you're more interested in bed partners than dance partners." Yami said this with a straight face, his crimson eyes flashing.

Anzu spluttered, her hands curling at her thighs. "Well, I suppose you'd rather Sabine to be your partner, then?" Marik and Bakura howled with laughter.

"Anzu, why can't you get through that thick head of yours that I'm no more interested in you than our friend the Opera Ghost?" Sabine caught something flicker in Yami's eyes as he mentioned the Phantom, but she chose to stay silent, blushing furiously from this whole thing. Would she really mind being Yami's partner...? Ack! What was she thinking?

"I'll have you know that the Phantom is very interested in me!" Anzu said with an indignant sniff.

"Oh, trust me. He's not!" Yami's crimson eyes flashed in untold anger, and Sabine moved over to him quietly, placing her hand on his cheek and ignoring the furious look Joey cast over. Yami instantly relaxed at her touch, as he turned towards her; bringing his hand up to cover hers. They stood there like that for a few moments, Yami's crimson eyes as soft as Sabine's icy sapphire ones. She felt like this moment could go on forever. It could for all she cared. She just wanted to feel his touch… Yami looked over to Joey as the blonde coughed angrily, trying to gain their attention.

"I'd like it if you stopped trying to seduce my girlfriend!" Joey said, teeth just as clenched as his fists.

"Wha-what?" Sabine stuttered, breaking contact with Yami as she brought her hand to grasp her wrist. "Joey, I'm not your girlfriend…"

"Well, well, that's what I wanted to speak to you about tonight. See-"

"Now, Sabine, you said you'd sing for us?" Anzu suddenly interrupted, obviously bored as she tugged on the others girl arm.

"Well, yes, b-but I didn't think-"Sabine stuttered, not wanting to go just yet.

"Marvelous!" Anzu squealed, pulling the girl away from the others and onto the stage before jumping off. But as she did so, the hem of her dress caught on a loose board nail and she fell on the ground, face first. Bakura and Marik laughed at this, until Bakura "accidentally" shoved Marik into one of the servers, causing him to drop his platter of beverages onto the furious lead soprano.

"Oops!" Both men chorus before breaking down into let another fit of hilarity. Sabine couldn't help but smile as she watched Anzu struggle to her feet, her pink dress stained in spots with alcohol. "You-you bastards!" Anzu slapped Bakura hard across the face, which caused Ryou to yell "hey!" from where he was holding an orange in his hand on the other side of the room. Tossing the orange up once and catching it again, he pitched it at her, smiling as it hit her on the side, just as Marik "accidentally" spilled his drink on her. ((AN: Shameless Anzu tormenting. *Apologizes to Anzu likers*))

"Guys, that's enough!" Sabine said, jumping off the stage to try and help Anzu. But the soprano only shoved her back, and stomped out of the room. "You really shouldn't do that," Sabine turned quietly to Bakura and Marik. Both just shrugged like they didn't care, and they probably didn't.

"She had it coming," Bakura said as Ryou ran over to him, frantically asking if the other albino was alright. After being satisfied that he was, Ryou allowed Bakura to kiss him before wrapping his arms around his waist from behind. The two stayed that way while Sabine felt that mean little emotion known as jealousy again, as she remembered what that felt like from the dance she and Yami had shared. Speaking of which… Sabine looked around the room, only to find the man had vanished completely. Sabine sighed, but she climbed up on the stage anyways. She was nervous beyond belief, and she was about to get off again when she saw Mai smiling at her, obviously recovering from her laughter at the whole Anzu thing.

"You can do it," Mai whispered. Sabine swallowed, and she was about to shake her head "no" when a voice drifted to her.

"Angel…"

It was little more than a whisper, but it sounding encouraging, telling her she would do great. It was so familiar… again, as if she had just heard it, yet she could not put a name to it. It was a whisper, therefore… Closing her eyes, Sabine started singing the first song that came to mind. This one kept making itself up in her head as she went along, and she knew at once that this song went to her angel.

Her Angel of Music. And maybe, maybe for Yami, too.

"Father once spoke

of an angel…

I used to dream he'd

Appear…

Now as I sing

I can sense him…

And I know

He's here…" Sabine smiled, closing her eyes and letting the song take her.

"Here in this room

he calls me softly…

somewhere inside

hiding…

Somehow I knew

He's always with me…

He – the unseen

Genius…"

Mai smiled at her friend, though it was a little uneasy. Sabine seemed to be miles away, as if she was somewhere else. Singing for someone else. Someone that nobody knew about, except her.

"Sabine, you must have

been dreaming…

stories like this can't come true….

Sabine, you're talking in riddles…

And it's not

Like you…" Mai stepped onto the stage, and walked over to her friend. Sabine just smiled at her, continuing on almost as if she were in some sort of trance.

"Angel of Music!

Guide

And Guardian!

Grant to me your

Glory!"

"Who is this Angel? This…" Mai sang, almost to herself as she joined Sabine in singing:

"Angel of Music!

Hide

No longer!

Secret and strange

Angel…" Sabine and Mai looked at each other, and Sabine smiled. She looked radiant, smiling at the audience. But Mai noticed one audience member that she seemed to search out in particular. The strange man. Yami. But where was he? He seemed to have disappeared! How could he have?

Mai stepped off the stage first as the people applauded, reaching up to help Sabine down when suddenly an ominous cracking sound was heard.

Above the stage was decent-sized chandelier. Nothing too fancy, but it was crucial in lighting the room. Sabine looked up just in time to see said chandelier fall… right down onto the spot where she stood. With a scream, she suddenly felt the floor beneath her giving out, and strong arms wrapping around her as her world was plunged into darkness.

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Cheyenne: Holy Ra!

Sabine: *Sobbing* Am I dead? Why is it so dark now?

Cheyenne: No, you're not dead. And probably because the main source of light (IE, the Chandelier), just went out. And the other reason you'll have to find out in the next chapter, which I'm getting all exited about just THINKING of typing!

I bet you're all wondering where Yami is, eh? *Grinning* Well, most of you'll be able to guess. But for those who don't, you'll find out that the next chapter, also!

Anyways, I wish to thank the following people: Auranna, Sunrise Phoenix, Natoya, Clare-stovold, and Wreckhavoc for their comments =D

Seriously, I love you guys! *Huggles and hands out Yami plushies. Gives Wreckhavoc a werewolf plushie.* Because I know you're not as fond of Yu-Gi-Oh! as I am ;) Or Phantom of the Opera.

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