A Brother's Love
Summary: First Phanfic..be kind! Starring the poor, neglected Philippe de Chagny. What bad luck that I made he and Raoul share the same birthday.how will Philippe survive the horror? WARNING: Raoul bashing to ensue! Run, all you Raoul-lovers, run I tell you!!
DISCLAIMER: I own nooothing.but I think I should own the Comte because you heartless people don't care about him! All right I confess: I don't own him either! *sobs* Or Erik! *sobs louder*
All kind reviewers get a virtual pink muffin ^_^
Chapter One: Birthday Surprise
The honorable Comte Philippe de Chagny groaned as the morning sunlight hit him square in the face. Sitting up, he yanked the drapes of his four-poster bed shut and retreated back under the covers, muttering darkly to himself. He was cursing the maids for leaving them open when a sudden thought occurred to him.
It was his birthday today. He'd be forty-two.
Huddled up in his ball of bedcovers Philippe groaned loudly at the thought of certain family members he'd have to share it with. Usually, for normal families, for brothers who shared the same birthday the occasion was a happy one. Unless your brother happened to be.Raoul.
And speaking of Raoul.
The Comte winced as his ears detected the sound of witless feet skipping up the stairs to his suite. The bedroom door burst open and Raoul, clad in only light-pink boxers with flowery bunnies on them, leapt onto bed. The young Vicomte was beaming, totally oblivious to his elder brother's scowl.
"Happy birthday, dear brother! Do you like my boxers?" He snapped the waistband. "Our cousin Jiselle sent them from Rouen! She knows just what I like! And there's a pair for you as well, except they're purple."
Philippe shielded his eyes. "Gods, don't ever wear those in front of me again! Have you no decency? Go and get dressed, and -"
Raoul pouted. "Aren't you going to wear yours as well?"
"NO! I mean.not today. I plan to save them for a special occasion." Philippe immediately cringed. And what occasion would that be; dear Comte? He thought darkly. Fortunately, Raoul wasn't bright enough to catch this.
"Oh, ok. By the way, Philippe, I've bought you a present as well. I think you'll love it, it's really you."
"I bet."
"No, really. But it's a surprise. I'll give it to you later." The Vicomte giggled.
"I can't wait." Philippe disentangled himself from the bedcovers, tossed aside the drapes and wandered over to his wardrobe. Upon opening it, he found an elegant dark boxing sitting on the bottom shelf, perfectly wrapped with a pale ribbon. Beneath it was a smaller, similar box. A little card read For Comte Philippe de Chagny in red ink. Philippe stared.
Slowly he lifted the box, feeling it curiously. Turning back to bed he set it down, lifted the ribbon and opened it. Inside was something dark and soft, looking like clothing. Frowning, Philippe was about to ask Raoul if he knew who sent it when he noticed another note tucked in the side. He opened it. It read:
My dear Monsieur
Please consider this as a small token of gratitude for your continued patronage of the Paris Opera House. Although my information came from a somewhat idiotic source, I'm sure it is your size. Enjoy.
O.G.
P.S. The smaller box is for your foppish brother. They're chocolates: inside a tasteless, mild sedative I obtained from a friend. Use them to your advantage.
"Opera Ghost?" Philippe asked softly, remembering his brother's constant whinging about a masked phantom-like figure, who was apparently trying to steal Christine away from him. Privately, the Comte was cheering for the ghost. Whom ever it was who sent this, he silently thanked them for the sedatives, hoping they would keep his energetic young brother in check. Glancing at Raoul, who was playing "This Little Piggy" with his toes, he was doubtful.
Discarding the note, he lifted up the dark folds.
It was a beautiful, finely tailored jacket, with narrow-hemmed trousers and an evening shirt, as darkly romantic as the man who bought it. Ghost or nor ghost, Philippe thought, the man had a fine taste in clothes. He laid the suit on the bed and turned to Raoul, now staring dreamily at the ceiling. Philippe sighed inwardly.
"These are for you," he told him, tossing the small box of chocolates. "And for heaven's sake go and get dressed so we can have some breakfast."
"That reminds me," Raoul cried, "I've cooked breakfast for us! A special birthday breakfast, for just the two of us. I made the butler show me how." He beamed.
Philippe closed his eyes. "Thank you. Now please go and change.by the way, did you see who sent this?"
"The eyes!" Raoul cried, "It was those strange eyes...I saw them in the corridor when I went to get a glass of milk, I was having nightmares about the Raoul-haters again -"
"What?"
"These strange girls," his brother gibbered, "with masks on, they chase me and call me a fop -"
I wonder why. Philippe smiled at the Vicomte. "The eyes.?" he encouraged.
"Oh yes! I saw them. Going toward your suite. Actually, taking your advice, I did think it was the cat so I said 'Kitty kitty kitty-poo,' but."
"Well?"
Raoul shrugged. "The eyes made a snorting sound and disappeared. I thought nothing of it and went back to bed."
"Ah. No matter. I'll be down for breakfast in a minute, once I put my birthday suit on." Philippe turned away.
The younger man eyed him quizzically. "Birthday suit? You're going out naked?"
"No!" The Comte shouted, his patience wearing thin, "Get out, Raoul, and go put some different underwear on!"
"I like my pink boxers!" Raoul flounced out, hugging the chocolates to his chest.
Philippe put a hand to his temple. It was only 9:00 and he could feel a headache coming on already.
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Sorry for the shortness! Well? Should I continue to torture the Comte and his brother? Appearances by our lovely Erik in the next chapter! ^_^ Review now!
Summary: First Phanfic..be kind! Starring the poor, neglected Philippe de Chagny. What bad luck that I made he and Raoul share the same birthday.how will Philippe survive the horror? WARNING: Raoul bashing to ensue! Run, all you Raoul-lovers, run I tell you!!
DISCLAIMER: I own nooothing.but I think I should own the Comte because you heartless people don't care about him! All right I confess: I don't own him either! *sobs* Or Erik! *sobs louder*
All kind reviewers get a virtual pink muffin ^_^
Chapter One: Birthday Surprise
The honorable Comte Philippe de Chagny groaned as the morning sunlight hit him square in the face. Sitting up, he yanked the drapes of his four-poster bed shut and retreated back under the covers, muttering darkly to himself. He was cursing the maids for leaving them open when a sudden thought occurred to him.
It was his birthday today. He'd be forty-two.
Huddled up in his ball of bedcovers Philippe groaned loudly at the thought of certain family members he'd have to share it with. Usually, for normal families, for brothers who shared the same birthday the occasion was a happy one. Unless your brother happened to be.Raoul.
And speaking of Raoul.
The Comte winced as his ears detected the sound of witless feet skipping up the stairs to his suite. The bedroom door burst open and Raoul, clad in only light-pink boxers with flowery bunnies on them, leapt onto bed. The young Vicomte was beaming, totally oblivious to his elder brother's scowl.
"Happy birthday, dear brother! Do you like my boxers?" He snapped the waistband. "Our cousin Jiselle sent them from Rouen! She knows just what I like! And there's a pair for you as well, except they're purple."
Philippe shielded his eyes. "Gods, don't ever wear those in front of me again! Have you no decency? Go and get dressed, and -"
Raoul pouted. "Aren't you going to wear yours as well?"
"NO! I mean.not today. I plan to save them for a special occasion." Philippe immediately cringed. And what occasion would that be; dear Comte? He thought darkly. Fortunately, Raoul wasn't bright enough to catch this.
"Oh, ok. By the way, Philippe, I've bought you a present as well. I think you'll love it, it's really you."
"I bet."
"No, really. But it's a surprise. I'll give it to you later." The Vicomte giggled.
"I can't wait." Philippe disentangled himself from the bedcovers, tossed aside the drapes and wandered over to his wardrobe. Upon opening it, he found an elegant dark boxing sitting on the bottom shelf, perfectly wrapped with a pale ribbon. Beneath it was a smaller, similar box. A little card read For Comte Philippe de Chagny in red ink. Philippe stared.
Slowly he lifted the box, feeling it curiously. Turning back to bed he set it down, lifted the ribbon and opened it. Inside was something dark and soft, looking like clothing. Frowning, Philippe was about to ask Raoul if he knew who sent it when he noticed another note tucked in the side. He opened it. It read:
My dear Monsieur
Please consider this as a small token of gratitude for your continued patronage of the Paris Opera House. Although my information came from a somewhat idiotic source, I'm sure it is your size. Enjoy.
O.G.
P.S. The smaller box is for your foppish brother. They're chocolates: inside a tasteless, mild sedative I obtained from a friend. Use them to your advantage.
"Opera Ghost?" Philippe asked softly, remembering his brother's constant whinging about a masked phantom-like figure, who was apparently trying to steal Christine away from him. Privately, the Comte was cheering for the ghost. Whom ever it was who sent this, he silently thanked them for the sedatives, hoping they would keep his energetic young brother in check. Glancing at Raoul, who was playing "This Little Piggy" with his toes, he was doubtful.
Discarding the note, he lifted up the dark folds.
It was a beautiful, finely tailored jacket, with narrow-hemmed trousers and an evening shirt, as darkly romantic as the man who bought it. Ghost or nor ghost, Philippe thought, the man had a fine taste in clothes. He laid the suit on the bed and turned to Raoul, now staring dreamily at the ceiling. Philippe sighed inwardly.
"These are for you," he told him, tossing the small box of chocolates. "And for heaven's sake go and get dressed so we can have some breakfast."
"That reminds me," Raoul cried, "I've cooked breakfast for us! A special birthday breakfast, for just the two of us. I made the butler show me how." He beamed.
Philippe closed his eyes. "Thank you. Now please go and change.by the way, did you see who sent this?"
"The eyes!" Raoul cried, "It was those strange eyes...I saw them in the corridor when I went to get a glass of milk, I was having nightmares about the Raoul-haters again -"
"What?"
"These strange girls," his brother gibbered, "with masks on, they chase me and call me a fop -"
I wonder why. Philippe smiled at the Vicomte. "The eyes.?" he encouraged.
"Oh yes! I saw them. Going toward your suite. Actually, taking your advice, I did think it was the cat so I said 'Kitty kitty kitty-poo,' but."
"Well?"
Raoul shrugged. "The eyes made a snorting sound and disappeared. I thought nothing of it and went back to bed."
"Ah. No matter. I'll be down for breakfast in a minute, once I put my birthday suit on." Philippe turned away.
The younger man eyed him quizzically. "Birthday suit? You're going out naked?"
"No!" The Comte shouted, his patience wearing thin, "Get out, Raoul, and go put some different underwear on!"
"I like my pink boxers!" Raoul flounced out, hugging the chocolates to his chest.
Philippe put a hand to his temple. It was only 9:00 and he could feel a headache coming on already.
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Sorry for the shortness! Well? Should I continue to torture the Comte and his brother? Appearances by our lovely Erik in the next chapter! ^_^ Review now!