Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Phantoms ❯ Meetings ( Chapter 1 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: Kaoru27
What will our characters do when they find out that the stories of the Phantoms are true?? I guess you'll just have to read to find out. Cheers.

Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Drama / Comedy | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 03.14.2005 | Pages: 2 | Words: 3.3K | Visits: 297 | Status: Completed

Warnings: None as of yet, well maybe some cussing but that's about it.
 
Disclaimer: No I do not own or have any rights to the boys of Gundam Wing. (Damn) I hate having to write that. Oh well. Pleas don't sue. I have no money. See I'm a college student and well you can probably figure it out from there.
 
A/N: This is a rip off of Phantom of the Opera. If you don't like it, frankly I don't give a rat's ass. So please feel free to leave anytime in the near future. There is yaoi in this fic.
 
Pairings: 1xOC 2xOC and 13x6. Please turn back now if you are closed minded about malexmale pairings. I think all people should love who they love and not have to worry about somebody else being a bitch about it. But that is my spiel. Enjoy the fic.
 
 
Meetings
 
How faithful is your servant to you,
When he hath strayed from your path?
 
I looked around as I tried not to notice the audience around me. I really wouldn't have noticed them anyway. The only thing I think about when I am on stage is the terrible accident that took the lives of the two very best theater actors of this age; Duo Maxwell and Heero Yuy. I remember it like it was yesterday, but really it was 10 years ago to the day in fact. My sister and I had been to every one of their performances, they were the greatest actors if you had asked us. We wanted to be just like them, performing with them on stage; that was our dream.
That terrible accident was what caused the down fall of this theater. They were on stage performing a reenactment of Romeo and Juliet. They were wonderful. There was a system failure that shook the entire colony of L2 during that; parts of the stage collapsed and the grand chandelier above the actors fell. All the actors had been crushed all were killed. That was the worst day for Matsu and I our spirits were crushed with the actors. We never loved the art of theater again.
“Hikari what is wrong with you? You're not concentrating.” I heard Treize from far away as I realized I had stopped my lines.
“Nothing. I'm just thinking.” I replied after a minute of thinking of something to tell my director's lover.
Treize Kushrenada is the owner of the renovated theater that so long ago had the accident. The crowd is minimum and the business is slow. He was a powerful business man for high up firms before the depression hit. Now he only has his title and the dilapidated theater with his lover Zechs Marquise.
~At least they have what they love. ~ I thought to my self as I walked off the stage. Quatre was watching me as I walked through the back rooms as I went to my dressing room.
“You are a little off balance today aren't you?” he asked as I was about to open my dressing room door. “What were you thinking about that has you so distracted. You know that Zechs is going to tell you that you could have the lead female role if only you concentrated more. You know let it all out. I know for a fact that you have more talent than you're showing. I've heard some of it.”
“There are just something's that should be left alone. My talents are one of them.”
“Why? Why should they be left to deteriorate like this building we are acting in?”
“Because I can't Q. I just can't.” I said as I opened the door then proceeded to close and lock it behind me. My dressing room wasn't anything grand it was just a room I could get away from everybody else. It wasn't a very big room, but not too small, just big enough for a bureau with a large oval mirror, a movable window seat, and a costume rack. Julia, Catherine, and some of the others decorated their rooms with pictures, posters, trinkets, and the likes. I didn't have enough money to waste on things to decorate so my room stayed empty.
On one of the free walls was a full body mirror that was bolted to the wall apparently. I sat on the bench and leaned my head against the wall. I had heard the rumors that there was a phantom in the opera house, but I did not believe such a thing could be true. If there was why would he let all the people around? He would want to spend his eternity in solitude wouldn't he?
Some say that he killed old Mrs. Miller because she sat in his box. They say that she did not find the seating arrangements in her box comfortable so she went into box 5 and sat in the front seat.
~ “I can't stand this view. I am going to go to that box over there. No one is in it.”
“Mrs. Miller please don't go. That is the phantoms' box.” Her servant told her.
“Pish-Posh. There is not such thing as the phantom of the opera.”
“Please do not go. I don't want any thing to happen to you.”
“I am going and that is that,” so were her last words to her servant. She walked down the grand hall toward box 5. She stopped as she passed the angel of song and read the plaque on the pillar next to the angel .
The angel of music and the angel of song were once one and the same. Now they are separated by a wall of longing because if you can composemusic you can not singit. Thisis true for all but two people;Heero Yuy and Duo Maxwell.May they rest in peace.
The inscription on the statue gave her cold chills as she continued walking towards box 5. She had a felling of foreboding but soon waved it off as being a silly stress trick. She knew there was no such thing as phantoms. So she sat down and got comfortable to watch the rest of the opera.
About mid way through the opera Mrs. Miller felt as if she were being watched. This was the truth. Two pair of eyes were watching her from the curtains near the door. One pair was a shock of violet and the other was a shock of cobalt. She felt as if she were suffocating, she couldn't seem to get her breath. She watched as the two `phantoms' came out from behind the velvet curtains. She would have screamed if she could have got her breath back. Instead she settled for widening her eyes and trying to get away from the `phantoms'. She looked over the edge of the balcony it was her only choice seeing how the `phantoms' had the door blocked.
She was about to jump when an arm encircled her waist and a hand clamped itself over her mouth. She tried to kick, bite, any thing really to try and get away, but it was to no use. She was being carried away by the phantoms she said didn't exist. They walked past the other boxes and to the dead end. She almost rejoiced at the sight of the dead end because that meant that she still might have a chance. Remember I said almost. Before she knew it the angel of music statue was swinging open and she was being carried into the tunnel behind it.
By the time she could scream she didn't think it would have made any difference. She could feel the damp air of a cellar. “What do you want with me?” she asked.
“You were sitting in our box. We did not like that. So now that you have seen us we will have to silence you.” The `phantom' with the violet eyes said.
“How…how are you going to do that?” she asked.
“We have our ways.” The violet eyed `phantom' said. They were walking up an incline in the floor and Mrs. Miller soon found herself outside the opera theater. She thought she was going to go free. She was wrong. The two `phantoms' took out a rope from within the folds of the cloaks they both wore and proceeded to make a noose out of it. Mrs. Miller was horrified, but before she could scream or alert anyone the other `phantom' clasped his hand over her mouth.
“It is done. You can bring her out now.” The `phantom' with the cobalt eye said. The two `phantoms' placed the noose over Mrs. Millers head and pulled the other end until it was tight and her feet were no longer able to reach the ground. Then the two `phantoms' went back into the opera house the same way they had come out. They had gone back inside to finish watching the show.
When the show was over and the audience was making its way outside they saw Mrs. Miller, eyes glassy and mouth open in an eternal scream. Mrs. Miller's servant walked out in front and said “I told you, you shouldn't sit in box 5 but you didn't listen to me. I told you that the `phantom' would get you, but you didn't listen.”
When people heard that they were scared. That confirmed that there really was a phantom. None of them would be safe if they were to sit in box 5. So the opera house owner at the time shut down the box, boarded it up so no one could sit there, but the next day when he went by cleaning the floor he saw that the boards were gone and the seats had been sat in. So he closed off the whole section.
No one else had been killed since then, because no one sat on the top level anymore. ~
I had heard the story before and I thought about it all the time. How could any one person lift a grown woman? So I didn't believe much of it. Some of the reason why people thought it was true may be because they had just saw the opera and their emotions and wits were all jumbled about.
“I will never understand why everyone feels the need to believe in such nonsense” I said aloud. Just then my computer beeped and displayed a message from Matsu.
~Luna_girl08~ Hey what happened? Ur not out rehearsing?
~dancingelf27~ I know. I just cant seem to concentrate on the rehearsal. I just need a little bit of a break. I should be ok for later.
~Luna_girl08~ Oh ok. I'll let Treize and Zechs know. K?
~dancingelf27~ that ok ill be out later. K. ttyl
~Luna_girl08~ k see ya.
I started to go back into my thoughtful state again but something was wrong. I could feel a draft though I couldn't figure out where it was coming from. I looked around the room and nothing was out of place.
At thetime we are seen we may be gruesome, even scary to the normal person, but at second glance we are not what you first thought. Mysterious though Imay at first appear, Iwill always be more easily explained than anydismal story. Keepthat in mind.
I looked around the room again hoping that one of the other cast members was playing a joke at my expense, but there was no other person in the room, just me. Then my eyes caught my reflection in the full body mirror and I noticed that I could see my self in it. Usually I can not see my reflection from the bench near the bureau.
A white gloved hand was grasping the edge of the open mirror. My heart started to race as I thought of who it could be. Not many of the cast knew too much about the building they were in. Matsu and I were the only ones that had a mediocre amount of knowledge when it came to the building plans. It was not Matsu on the other side of the mirror because one: she didn't know about any secret passages that led to the dressing rooms. Two: she was just on her way to her rehearsal. How could she be in two places at once?
Finally the person on the other side of the mirror started to come out from behind it. My breath caught in my throat and I knew I was about to scream, but I held it in as best I could considering. All i could do is stare as the 'phantom', i assumed, came to stand right in front of me.
“What do you want with me?”
“I want to meet you in box 5 at midnight don't be late.” He leaned towards me and kissed my cheek then moved to my lips before pulling away.
“How will I find you?”
“I will find you.” He said as he closed the mirror behind him. I let my fingers ghost over my lips much as his lips had done. There went my theory on the phantom of the opera.
 
 
 
 
 
 
***Cheers***