Okay, so sorry for not updating sooner. Really busy with everything but here's the second chapter of this crossover! R&R please!

It was 1870 in Paris, and the prestigious Opera Populaire was rehearsing for a grand act for that night. Actors were putting on costumes, ladies powdering their faces and ballerinas stretching. Outside of the opera house, two men stepped out of a carriage. They looked up and admired the opera house's grandness. Then, they headed inside to catch a glimpse of the acting world.

A woman with flowing blonde hair and unusually large breasts stood on the stage. She was dressed in the most ridiculous outfit, bright oranges and flaming reds. A big puffed out skirt with golden strings attached. To top it off, she was wearing a large "hat" that sat apporximatley 2 feet on her head. The lady Matsumoto Rangiku was in the zone, and she did not want to be disturbed.

"The trophy, from our saviours. From the enslaving force, of Rome!"

She sang with gusto, but not in a particularly pleasant way. Finally, she was done her solo, and the rest of the actors had their turn. Suddenly, the two men, along with another, came walking on to stage.

"Rehearsels are currently underway…" Jushirou Ukitake said absent mindedly.

"Please! Ukitake-sama, we are rehearsing!" conductor Ishida complained.

"Ishida-san, sorry. Now, there have been rumours about my retirement. I can tell you that these are all true, and that I want to introduce the two gentlemen that now own, Opera Populaire. Hitsugaya Toshirou-sama and Aizen Sousuke-sama."

Everybody clapped, many exchanged smirks or scared looks.

"And we would like to introduce to you our new patron." Hitsugaya said. "Abarai Renji-sama."

Renji walked on to the stage and shook hands with Rangiku and everybody else. In the back, however, there was a petite black haired girl who couldn't take her eyes of him.

"Rukia, are you okay?" her friend Orihime asked.

"That's Renji. Before my father died, at the house by the sea, well, I guess you could call us childhood sweethearts!" Rukia said breathlessly.

"Rukia, he's so handsome!" Orihime exhaled.

Renji smiled and walked past Rukia without so much as a glance in her direction. Rukia's smile faded a little.

"Gentlemen, please if you kindly step to one side." Unohana said to the new owners. The ballerina's pranced on to the stage, equipped with metal handcuffs.

"I say! Who is that little blond angel?" Aizen smile and pointed at Orihime.

"My daughter, Orihime Inoue."

"And that other exotic beauty. No relationship I suppose?" Hitsugaya asked.

"Rukia Kuchiki. I think of her as a daughter also." Unohana replied.

Rangiku had reappeared on stage as it was time for the final act. She opened her mouth and the most awful, high pitched screech escaped her, while everyone else leaped and danced around her. Her co-actor, Ikkaku Madarame, could not climb on to his pedestal, and created the domino effect in that everyone else messed up. Rangiky paid no attention as it was all focused on her. Afterwards, her complaining started.

"All day! All they want is dancing and singing!" She shouted at noone in particular. She continued to shout and yell and almost left the opera house.

"What do we do now?" Hitsugaya asked worridley.

"….Grovel. Grovel, grovel." Aizen said.

"Bella diva!"

"Goddess of song!"

The two continued to shower her with praise until she finally agreed to sing a solo. She prepped herself and Ishida picked his stick up. The music started.

"Think of me,

Think of me fondly,

When we've said goooooodbye!"

She sung so high and so loud, many had to plug their ears. However unknown to those on the stage, a certain someone was tampering with the set.

"Remember me, once in a while

Promise me you'll try-AHHHHHH!!!!"

Rangiku was cut off, as a curtain began to fall, right where she was standing. The curtain fell on her skirt, and she was momentarily trapped. Everyone scurried over to help the screaming diva. Orihime's eyes widened.

"It's the phantom. The phantom of the opera!"

Thanks for reading. And I will try to update ASAP!