Inuyasha crossover Phantom of the Opera
Chapter 1: Music Remnant
There were stories that she heard revolving around the Phantom of the Opera whilst she was staying in France. And it had intrigue her not once but on numerous occasions. For more than a century she had awaited patiently, for the right time to reappear in the right time to be reunited with her family again. And had taken that opportunity to travel around and learn more of what she would never had the privilege of when she was a mere human. Kagome wandered across oceans and seas expanding her knowledge and experiencing the various types of now it had brought her to France, a beautiful country even after the fall of Versailles, very controversial a country in this time and age, as compared to various other English countries.
There were various business in which she had done and accumulated over the years, lands that belong to her and even her other few youkai companions to which she had entrusted her businesses to take care for the time being. Her exploration of the place was thorough, as she too somewhat became a spectacle for her exotic looks especially. There were many in which she was had rejected rather forcefully, especially when she took to wandering in the night alone. It was ill advised as told to her by the staffs of her temporal household, but she took no heed of it saying that she would be fine. It was not long after the fall the Opera Populaire, and there were many that were scared and spooked from it since. She heard many saying that the phantom had died and how the Christine DaaƩ had became the new future Comtesse De Chagny. Yet there are some of which says his songs will forever haunt the Opera Populaire even with his death.
The story it intrigued her, however there was more in which she would have wished to know, especially regarding to the Phantom. There was something about his unknown story that drew her with the story of what the masses knows. Often in the night when she took to wandering the streets, Kagome would often think of what it was like for the phantom and of his 'death'. The body was never found but it was like a sad love tragedy for him, the female lead however got her wish in the end, but it made her wonder if she would regret the choice in which she had made. And it was that night that she heard of a soft melody that seem to echo around her clear as the stars in the night, but that was also because of who she is. Curiosity got the better of her as she followed with the keen heightened senses of hers aware that it was below ground, and she was unfamiliar with the underground routes here.
The sound it was so sad that it tug at her heart, the melody it died before she could get to it. She was disappointed, but later when the music came again, she followed it, trying to find her way down, aware of the mess that her dress was in. She had somehow managed to find a way down, but had to cover it up to not raise suspicion or the eyes of the locals. It was an easy task, and soon she found herself in the tunnels that hold the many water channels beneath of France. The cold dark dampness did not affect her, but brought to her memories of her own past when she was travelling. The music, it resounded so much more clearly here, but it was more misleading with the way each passages would echo every little thing, but then again that could be the best part in aiding her find the being that had such a sad soul song. She followed a little more noisily than she had intended to despite of her training and was afraid that it might have spooked the other.
Since her arrival in France, this was perhaps the closest that she had gotten that excited her own soul. And with her being underground without any mortal eyes to be weary of, she navigated and moved quickly using her senses to follow the music. The many cobwebs and murky smell of the water it annoyed her senses and nose. It was so close now, she could smell the definite smell of another human there, the rustling of slight movements as she turned into the tunnel that emitted the glow of candles beckoned to her curiosity as she took in the scene before her. The living condition was bad, but there stood someone amongst the candles who suddenly stopped the music as abruptly as his head turned to her direction in a low growl.
Was it another tormentor that had dared to venture down in hope to search for his "dead body" or "ghost", or was it perhaps Christine. His eyes shone with hopefulness, turning towards where he heard the sound of approach.
"Christine," she heard him whispered, and believed with excitement of whom she had found.
Kagome watches at the other stood movements slow, his distinctive white mask that trademarked his name as the Phantom of the Opera, as he made his way towards her. She did not speak for fear of scaring him away, as she took steps towards the other, knowing that he would know of her real identity soon.
A/N:
Hello
Okay, so I cannot help but to create another new fan fiction to add to the list. This is also because I've just finished watching Phantom of the Opera, and how sad it is for Erik! I hope that you enjoy this new story, and let me know of what you think. Have a great week.