Kadota walked up to Opera house exiting the carriage, he stared at the crowd of people entering the Opera house for the show that would on this very night. Escorts popped out next to him and handed him a paper with information that was important for the show. He scowled and looked at them for confirmation.

"This is a mystery, even after gala night." He handed the paper to the escort next to him as he spoke to himself. "They suspect foul play; they are mystified the papers say… This is bad news for the soprano role, first Namie and now Izaya."

Walking up the stairs, one of the maids bowed as he passed, causing him to smile back slowly.

"Still at least the seats get sold…Our slips are worth its weight in gold, or so my boss always told me." Kadota sighed and shouted into the room. "What a way to run a business, spare me these unending trials. Half my cast disappears and these idiots still cheer. To hell with the Gluck and Handel, just go with the scandal and you're sure to have a hit."

Walker followed the sound of Kadota's voice and interrupted him in the middle of his shouting.

"Horrible! Will all these people walk out?" Walker asked pointing towards the crowd outside. "It's damnable!"

"Walker, its fine! Remember what our boss told us, its publicity! It's free publicity!" Kadota patted his friend's back and smiled the best he could.

"But we have no cast!" Walker whispered to Kadota.

"Walker have you not seen the line of people waiting to attend this!" Kadota stopped short when he saw the envelope in Walker's hands. "So you seem to have gotten one as well… What does it say?"

"Dear Walker,

What a charming gala,

Izaya was, in a word, sublime

We were hardly bereft when Namie left

On that note, the diva's a disaster, must you cast her when she's seasons past her prime!?" Walker read from the note looking at Kadota confused.

"Dear Kadota,

Just a brief reminder

My salary has not been paid

Send it care of the ghost by return of post

P.T.O

No one like a debtor so it's better if my orders are obeyed!" Kadota read out loud from the note that he ripped out from his coat.

Kadota sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. "Who would have the gall to send this? Someone with a child's brain? They are all signed O.G."

Walker took the note and read it over again. "Who the hell is he?"

A woman with black hair tied into a braided bun from behind them shouted out of joy. "It's the Phantom! It's best to do what he wants, or else he will end up hurting others."

"The Opera Ghost…" Walker said slowly and then looked towards the woman. "You are?"

"I am Erika! I am your script manager." Erika waved at them and walked the opposite way she had come.

A loud bang sounded from the entrance of the Opera and Kasuka appeared storming up the stairs towards them.

"Where is he?" Kasuka asked in an icy tone.

"Who?" Walker asked back confused.

"Izaya!" Kasuka grit his teeth. "Where is he?"

"How should we know?" Kadota brushed off the tone of Kasuka's voice and continued walking to the stage room.

"I want an answer!" Kasuka said following him hastily. "I take it was you men that sent me this note!"

Kadota turned at the accusation and scowled. "What's all this nonsense?"

"We never sent a note!" Walker defended them both.

"He's not with you then?"

"We're in the dark!" Walker defended once more.

"Isn't this the letter you wrote?" Kasuka handed them the letter.

"Do not fear for Mr. Orihara

The angel of music has him under his wing.

Make no attempt to see him again." Walker read from the note and looked back at Kadota.

"If you didn't write it, then who did?" Kasuka asked confused when his conclusion was not right.

A loud slam and stomping sounded again from the entrance, causing Kadota to grunt in amusement.

"Where is he?" A screech sounded from the stairs.

"Ah, welcome back!" Walker said bowing to Namie, who stomped up the stairs.

"Your precious patron!" Namie shouted at them, obviously mad at something. "Where is he?"

"What do you want Miss Namie?" Kasuka asked pinching the bridge of his nose.

"I have your letter! I rather resent it too." Namie pushed the note towards him. "Did you think that I wouldn't find out it was you, you paltry man."

Kasuka gave Namie the evil eye and opened the note that was shoved towards him. He raised a brow and smirked at the words on it.

"I didn't send this letter, so don't flatter yourself." Kasuka folded the note back up.

Namie scowled at him and flushed when she could tell he wasn't lying, ripping the note from Kasuka's hands.

"Are you sure this isn't yours?" Namie snapped and a girl came up from behind her. "Read this."

"Your days at the Opera Populaire are numbered.

Izaya Orihara will be singing on your behalf tonight.

Be prepared for a great misfortune, should you attempt to take his place." The girl read out loud and then handed the note back to Namie.

"Far too many notes for my taste and for the most they are about Izaya! All I've heard since we came is Mister Orihara's name-!" Walker was cut off in the middle of his insult by Yukina entering the room.

"Mr. Orihara has returned." Yukina announced to them as Namie looked more disappointed at the fact that Izaya had been found.

"I hope no worse for wear as far as we're concerned." Kadota spoke up, obviously worried that his lead was hurt.

"Where is he now?" Walker inquired.

"I thought it was best if he was left alone." Yukina spoke loudly for them to hear from the stairs. "He needed all the rest he can get."

Kasuka stepped forward and asked patiently, "May I see him?"

"No, monsieur." Yukina growled out, she didn't like Kasuka one bit. "He refuses to see anyone."

Namie looked at the girl besides her and smiled, nodding at her.

"Will he sing?" Namie asked Yukina.

"I have a note, it says:

I have now sent you several note of the most amiable nature, detailing how my theatre is to be run. You have not followed my instructions, so I shall give you one last chance. Izaya Orihara has returned to you and I am anxious his career should progress, in the new production of II Muto. You will therefore cast Namie as the pageboy and Izaya as the countess. The role which Mr. Orihara plays calls for charm and appeal. The role of the pageboy is silent, which makes my casting in a word, ideal.

I shall watch the performance from my normal seat in box five, which will be kept empty for me. Should you ignore these commands be ignored, a disaster beyond your imagination will occur. I remain, gentlemen, your obedient servant.

O.G." Yukina read from the note and then smirked at Namie, who reddened in anger.

"Izaya! It's all a plot to help Izaya!" Namie said making way to leave with Walker following behind her, as she screamed out in anger.

"I warn you, those who scorn his word. Beware for the angel sees, knows and hears all." Yukina informed Kadota, who nodded in recognition.

Kasuka followed Yukina the other way, leaving Kadota all alone to think about what just happened. Ripping up the note, he decided to take the risk and use Namie as the main role til Izaya got better.

OoOoOoO

Picking up the blood red rose that lay on his vanity, Izaya looked at Shizuo with a soft smile.

"I thought it would match your eyes. We didn't get to talk last night and for which I am sorry for, dear one." Shizuo said before standing and walking over to Izaya.

He took the rose and gently placed it behind Izaya's ears, before grabbing his hands gently.

"I forgive you…" Izaya murmured out and smiled before looking at Shizuo in the eyes. "May I ask a question?"

Shizuo nodded and kissed the back of Izaya's hand.

"What happened to you here and here to make you think you are unloved?" Izaya took his hands away and touched the mask that lay on Shizuo's face and his heart. "What person caused you to hurt like this…"

Shizuo sighed and looked away, taking Izaya's hands away from his heart and mask.

"That is a story I can not tell yet, I fear you may look at me the same Celty did." Shizuo looked tiredly at Izaya and smiled slightly. "In pity and anger. I need not anger for the people that did it to me nor the pity of my past life."

Izaya nodded and in his turn kissed the back of Shizuo's hand as well. Taking the black ribbon that came with the rose, he wrapped it around Shizuo's wrist and nodded in approval. A huge smirk filled Izaya's face as he decided to break the sad mood.

"Until then, you can keep this on until you want to tell me!" Izaya's grin put Shizuo off and suspected something bad was going to happen. "And with this ribbon, I deem you Shizu-chan!"

Shizuo growled at the name. He knew that Izaya would have done it sooner or later but he was prepared for the humiliating name like Shizu-chan.

"It's Shizuo, little brat." Shizuo clenched his fist and tried to calm himself. "Fine… If I am Shizu-chan, then you are a flea."

Izaya narrowed his eyes at Shizuo and then laughed, causing Shizuo to jump back in fear.

"That's a very funny name." Izaya laughed out and pointed at Shizuo. "That's the best you can come up with. I already know I'm as fast a flea and tricky like one."

"And you're a blood sucking brat too." Shizuo finished looking smug, but confused at the way Izaya was acting.

"If that is so, then I can do this." Izaya grabbed Shizuo's finger and bit it.

Shizuo hissed and ripped it away his hand, shaking it at the tingling feeling. Izaya smiled and then skipped out of Shizuo's reach, causing him to crash into the dolls that lay on the ground. Shizuo grinned back and fell on top of Izaya, causing them to smile at each other as they whispered each other's name out.

Sounds of people rushing around outside the room, caused Shizuo to notice that it was time to set up the play. Looking at Izaya, he kissed him on his forehead and then his cheeks before getting up.

"It is time for us both to go and do our part." Shizuo disappeared behind the mirror and his voice lingered. "Good luck, flea."

Me: Shizu-chan need's to work on his romancing skills.

Shizuo: Isn't it you who needs romancing skills.

Yukina: No go, she doesn't need them to tell every guy off.

Shizuo: Well then…

Izaya: I'M BACK! WITH SOME SUSHI!

Me: Yucky…

Izaya: You are a disgrace to the Izaya fan club, Allena.

Me: I ain't touching it…

Shizuo: Well I should be killing the flea, but since I can have this cake I'm going to let him live.

Izaya: Oh Shizu-chan, what cake?

Me: Izaya… You took the last piece of cake…

Izaya: Me? Oh please, I don't like sweets but I do make exceptions if its to annoy Shizu-chan.

Shizuo: YOU STUPID FLEA! GIVE ME BACK MY CAKE!

Izaya: Oh you'll have to catch me first. Bye Bye!

Me: Hey! Don't mess up my house!

Izaya: Make no promises!

Everyone: Hope you like the newest chapter and please tell me what you thought. The story is going to stray off from the original story of Phantom of the Opera, which I am very sorry about. For those that wanted the Phantom to get with Christine, well that's what is going to happen. Since Shizuo refuses to kill people, in Durarara, he's not killing in this one too. Bad luck for all those who wished to see and read about death.