Hello everybody and welcome to my new story!

I originally intended this story to be a Phantom of the Opera fanfiction, but as after three years of it being on hiatus, I decided to pulled it from its permanent shelf to see if I could do anything with it and it now is a cross over. It's a cross over (impossibly) between Phantom of the Opera and Inuyasha.

I do warn that I will have smut light scenes in this one and perhaps scenes of battle (violence) later in the story; however, I will be warning y'all of those scenes. And unlike last time with my other fanfiction New Beginnings, I will only be posting once a month and not once a week, for the story is still in development.

I do not own Phantom of the Opera or Inuyasha. They are owned respectively by Andrew Lloyd Weber and Rumiko Takahashi. The only thing I created were original characters and you will find those characters in the story.

Anyways… Onwards!

Redemptions and Chasms

~Beneath Opera Populaire…~

The dark figure watched from the shadows of the underground maze of the opera house as the young man made his way into the cave. The figure blended in perfectly with the shadows as if it were a shadow itself. It wore mostly black with dark forest green cloth accents. It helped the figure blend into shadows as if it weren't even there, never giving anyone suspect that it was there, regarding them.

As the figure watched, it observed the man, who was dressed impeccably under a black cloak and rages. The man walked over to the organ, which stood there in charred shambles, and silently, slowly, looked on it in sadness before he picked up the envelope that was sitting on the still intact organ bench. The man turned and the figure nodded silently to itself, satisfied that the man was indeed Eric Durand due to pure white mask that adored the right side of his face. His amber eyes were looking suspiciously at the envelope in his hands, his name elegantly written on the envelope's front.

The figure regarded Erik as he opened up the envelope and read the contents of the letter. Erik's eyes went wide with surprise and then turned into shock. He then sneered in anger before he growled and turned and fled the cave as if the devil were on his heels. Erik cursed and ran from the cavern to go find his Persian friend, Omar. And to find the Girys for advice.

Waiting to make sure that Erik was truly gone, the figure came out of the shadows when he heard and felt the vibration at his hip. He slowly stepped into the cave's nature light and up to the ruined organ that Erik was so recently at. The black shrouded man placed another letter and a picture of Christine sitting inside a room, shackled to the bed behind her with ropes and chains. The figure sighed and soon disappeared the way it came from. The only thing that gave away its presence if one looked hard enough were its eyes that glowed a faint eerily blue.

Above in the city of Paris…

Erik slowly walked into his ruined lair beneath the opera house. He had been living in a second, successful life in Norway as a Norwegian Duke for the last two years since the events in his lair beneath the Opera house. When Christine had left with Raoul… That boy… Two years prior, he had resigned himself to loving Christine from afar and wished her a good life with Raoul even if she didn't return his feelings.

Conspiring with Madame Giry and his friend Omar, the Persian, he had hesitantly agreed to leave for Norway and to change his name to Richard Rue to prevent the French law from following him. Madame Giry was successful with Omar's connections and her own to people in registering him under his new name. Omar also was able to sell some of the smaller jewels and gold jewelry, setting him up quite nicely as a Duke for life. Once he got to Norway two years ago.

He traveled to the Norwegian countryside and found a house, rather a mansion, which had sat abandoned due to the previous residents' deaths to the plague of the flu a few weeks prior to his arrival. He purchased the mansion and restored it to its former glory. He had taken several days to hire a staff to keep it maintained, despite him not use to being in a position of authority and being their boss. The maids and manservants were mostly ones who he had determined by their good character and morally good nature, thus he had a trustworthy staff.

Many never questioned him on the reason why he had a mask when he had mentioned that it was to cover a birthmark that caused much uproar elsewhere. His servants respected him on his honesty and were genuine on their feelings for working with him. Never were they condemning nor were they judgmental, all knowing that he was ashamed about it.

All of his servants up to this point had come to respect him and many of them had become good friends surprisingly. Thus, the staff were protective of him and loyal to him to a tee.

Although he had found a peaceful, quiet, and morally good life, he had a rather hectic schedule after a few months of quietly establishing his new life as Richard Rue. His butler, Gerald, had discovered by accident his blueprints on architect and having an in-depth knowledge of architect himself from his own father and grandfather had come to him in private and convinced Erik to go into the architect business in Norway. His blueprints once he had gone to a local builder for reconstructing the mansion's east wing into better spacing and repurposing several rooms, demand for his architectural skills exploded.

Before that had happened, Erik had made sure to learn Norwegian and once his architecture business hit off in Norway, he had been able to meet demands rather quickly. The Norwegians were quick and skilled workers, following orders and understanding his plans, even after only one explanation. Even the king of Norway had asked for a new wing to his palace and had rewards him with much more property around his already large property. Erik now owned 2500 acres of land around his mansion and had several people under his command.

Fortunately, many respected him and he left them alone to go on with life. Only once in a while he would have issues with craftily evil men, and he dealt with them and placed in morally upright men before going back into the background. Besides all that he had been discovered by his head cook that his operas and music were adored by the staff.

He had learned five months after his arrival in Norway, that his staff had discovered his music and operas while he was composing in the music room. The head cook, Mary had eavesdropped on him several times, as had several others without his knowledge over the course of those months before they had made an intervention to convince him to publish his music and operas. Like his architecture, his music and operas were highly sought after in Norway, and he became very well known and loved by the Norwegians as a musical and architectural genius, garnering him a vast fortune.

Having two successful businesses, Erik had gained a great business reputation, and he was known throughout the local area as a morally and wise man. After Christine hadn't given up on him and his good side, he came out a changed man. He made promises in Christine's name never to return to blackmail and murder, only if it were completely and absolutely necessary to that bold, evil, end.

Two years though having spent away from Christine, it felt like a life time. Oh Christine… I love you… I would slave for your happiness, if only from afar… To the end of days if I could… But afar shall I stay. Erik mourned for her as he stepped lightly and silently. He was thinking of her and her angelic voice and smile as he slowly approached the ruined organ. It had lost the battle to the elements of the underground tunnels' and cave's cold temperatures and moisture without his genius venting and warming. Many other things of his lair lay in shambles due to no use and upkeep while he was absent.

He stopped and gently touched the keys of the organ. Pressing down on several keys, Erik cringed and groaned at the sounds they made and stopped. It was beyond repair. He sighed and looked around knowing he couldn't stay and repair anything. He was a fugitive here in France, not that France was his home or did anything for him anyways. Only scorn, hate, and torture came from his… home people. He looked down and spied something white on the organ's bench… An envelope… That's odd… It's new and… has my names on it… Both my real name and my new Norwegian name…

The envelope, he noted, was new and one that was foreign in looks. What drew his flicker of dread and suspicion through him was that both his name Erik Durand and Richard Rue were on the envelope's clean, white face. The writing was clearly not from anyone he knew or any human he knew from his past in France or Persia.

He picked it up and was greeted to the smell of pine and rosemary, greatly piquing his curiosity on why. He opened the envelope and took out the letter addressed to him. It read:

Erik Durand, also known by the name and alias of Richard Rue,

I am writing to you to congratulate you on this new life you have been given and created in Norway. Now I know you want to keep a peaceful life without any connection to the underworld or acts of evil anymore, but I ask you to consider my proposal.

Your Christine is in dire need. I have been watching her and the Girys these past two years in your absence to make sure that they are safe and sound and have bright futures. The Girys, as you know, are in such a state, but Christine… I regret to informed you had some suspicious activity and behavior that are alarming to me. Her relationship with Raoul is not the best I noticed, if not downright toxic.

She seems to have withdrawn from the world. I have gotten to know her several years ago before the opera incident, without your knowledge. And in the time that I have known her, she is a loving, caring, compassionate, sweet, girl having grown into a woman. But now she is shy, scared, withdrawn, and quiet whenever there's a party or outing. Raoul always had her at his side at parties or he prevents her from leaving their mansion.

I have taken note that when I met with her last in our secret meetings that she has bruises on her arms and one on her neck. All evidence of beatings or whiplashes or torture sessions. And when she first married Raoul, a large, jagged scar appeared across her face, from her forehead to her left check, about three months after their marriage. Due to this she rarely leaves her home anymore if Raoul does approve her to leave with her maid in waiting.

I suggested to her strongly to go to the police, but she was too scared to do so because she worried that Raoul would give her a beating or end her life if he found out she had told someone. I advise you that we should meet at Parc Montreal to proceed with what to do about her situation. I do want to tell you though… She loves you, Erik. After several weeks married to Raoul, he started to beat her and call her horrible names. Her confidence is low and her images of herself are low as well. She will need time to heal if my plan to get her to safety works. She regrets not going with you that day in the opera house, but, unfortunately, it needed to happen. She has mentioned on several occasions that she wished you would come and save her from her situation.

Meet me at Parc Montreal at midnight of the new moon. I have a plan in place, not only to save Christine from her situation, but to help Madame Antoinette Giry and her daughter Meg to safety as well. The plan includes having Christine's marriage to Raoul annulled and for her to travel to Norway with you. Omar is aware of the situation as is Phillip, Raoul's brother. I have everything in place and prepared. That is if you want to proceed with the plan and meet with me.

Monsieur Durand, be aware that there are other powers at play besides Raoul that are working. Christine's own maid, Kagome, was kidnapped from her homeland of Japan, which is from the Far East. She has powers that are not easily understood by you Europeans. Her husband Toga and son Sesshomaru are on their way here in disguise to retrieve her. There is no doubt that your presence by helping me with Christine and Kagome's rescue, they'll reward you greatly.

When and if you plan to meet me, I will be as black as the crow in the night. I strongly advise you to decided quickly and wisely about this, Erik, for Christine's sake and the Girys' sake as well. Madame Giry and Meg are under suspicion that they helped you escape the French Law. Remember my words, relay your response to me on the organ's bench by tomorrow evening.

Your Servant,

Assassin

Erik, frozen with anger and terror, growled. He thought only Omar and the Girys knew that he was alive and in Norway living a new life. How did this man, Assassin know that I was here and who I was? How does he know Christine personally without my knowledge of him? How did he know of my new life in Norway? He turned and rushed the along the path from his ruined lair, only slowing when he reached the mirror to that pathway outside. He looked around his ruined lair, trying to determine if he needed anything. No… I will have Madame Giry take things if I need if I decide not to help.

If Christine truly is in danger from Raoul's hand that Assassin had said then I need to make my choice as quick as I can. Though I will need Madame Giry's advice before I make my choice. Do I truly love Christine still? Erik thought as he contemplated his ruined lair. However, when he heard the eerie sound of something splashing in the waters without seeing anything, Erik turned and rushed through the tunnels towards Rue Scribe. He needed to get to Madame Giry's place quickly before the sun rose. He shouldn't be caught dead here in France.

As he left his lair, Erik felt the eerie sensation of being watched, though he didn't turn back to look around again as he walked. He never noticed the faint, glowing, reptilian eyes watching him move from beneath a coil of black and dark green clothing.

~Raoul and Christine's bedroom…~

Christine sat in her bedroom chair, staring into the fire, shaking in spite of its lifegiving warmth and the blanket around her shoulders. She was scared of what Raoul would do to her tonight after she had made eye contact with his brother Phillip. All she wanted was to speak with him and tell him how thankful he had been as a friend, but when she saw that Raoul had noticed they had made eye contact, he had sent her up here immediately after dinner was finished. He gave the guests the excuse that she was tired from the day's event and wished to retire. That was an hour ago. She waited… And waited… Ever looking into the moving flames before her.