Tales from the Gundam Pilot of the Opera -- Introduction
(disclaimer at the bottom)
*bow* Hiyo all! I was looking at a picture of all the GWing boys... and it happened to be one where Quatre looks semi-masculine and is holding a gun. His stance reminded me of the Mustafos guy or whatever from Austin Powers, who reminded me of the Persian from the Phantom of the Opera, which got me started on this idea! BWA HA HA!
*clears throat* Anyway. For those of you who have not read Gaston Leroux's novel (confusing as heck), read the story of Sherlock Holmes meeting the phantom, read of Erik's life in Phantom by Susan Kay, or haven't seen or heard of that freak Lon Chaney's version or Andrew Lloyd Webber's musical.. I'm going to try to give the general gist.
It's set the Paris Opera house, Le Palais Garnier (Garnier being the builder, it's his palace to the French), and I believe is in the late 1800's (well, most of the action is.) The Phantom of the Opera, also known as Erik, is a mysterious genius with a horrible birth deformity -- the general gist is his skin is yellowish and thin on his face, and he has no nose. So he wears a mask, sometimes full, sometimes half depending on what type of thing you're seeing/reading.
Erik is a very talented man in all fields, especially music and inventions. He falls in love with a chorus girl, Christine Daaé, who's voice and soul has captured his heart. Christine has a friend, also a sponser of the opera, known as the Viscount (Vicomte en francais je crois) de Chagny, or Raoul. Raoul's heart is set on Christine, Christine is torn between two men (or rather in my opinion, a man and a boy.) Erik is set on getting Christine on stage as the prima donna, however, Italian Opera Singer and Snob Supreme Carlotta is in the way. The Phantom greatly dislikes everything about Carlotta, which after a while, most people do.. So, he goes about setting traps and such for her and pushing the management with slightly threatening notes.. The management is new, (Firmin Richard and André Moncharmin), which is why things are in such an uproar. The old manager had no problem meeting the Phantom's demands, but the new ones did not consider themselves superstitious and decided to shrug it off. Along with ruining things for Carlotta, Erik ruins some things for the management as well.
The Persian is one of Erik's true friends, as well as an enemy to him. It's a love/hate relationship so to speak. As Erik travelled the world, he was at quite a few exotic places. This is how he met the Persian, also referred to as Daroga, as he was the chief of police in India.
Other non-important characters for my story are such as Ayesha, the Phantom's cat; Madame Giry, the ballet instructor and kind of a friend to the phantom you could say; Meg Giry, a ballet girl and Madame Giry's daughter; Joseph Bouquet, who was a stage man killed by the Phantom for speaking of him; and Piangi, Carlotta's main squeeze who is also killed by the Phantom.
If any other important things come up, I'll add them, hehe.
Anyway! So, in this story, the roles are as follows:
Duo Maxwell as Le Fantôm de l'Opéra, rather, the Gundam Pilot of the Opera! Shinigami in his true role!
Heero Yuy as Christine Daaé, the confused young choir member whose heart is being pulled in every which way.
Relena Peacecraft as Raoul, le Vicomte de Chagny! Lusting after Miss Daaé, erm, M. Heero..
Quatre Raberba Winner as the Persian, a fitting role for him in many ways.
Trowa Barton as André Moncharmin, the not-so-moody Opera Manager
Chang WuFei as Firmin Richard, the VERY moody Opera Manager
Treize as Carlotta, who now since Piangi is out of the way, feels very warm towards a certain manager...
Tales from the Gundam Pilot of the Opera -- Chapter 1 -- The Meeting
[Loud yet catchy organ music fills the air, growing more and more impatient as it is played]
"Don Juan triumphs, once again! Argh. No, no, not at all..." Duo Maxwell muttered as he scribbled once again over the musical score he was working on. He sighed heavily, tossing the sheet music towards a waste basket across the room with a basketball hoop above it, and missing. Muttering some more, he stormed over to pick up the paper and throw it away, black silken cape fluttering behind him. As he started to stand up, something caught his eye to change his mood completely.
Through the mirror, he could see the fair young Heero, sitting on the edge of his bed in his chamber. Duo's breath caught in his throat as his eyes wandered all over the young man's body, lingering on the tight black spandex shorts.
Ugh, my god, what I'd do to get my hands on THAT...
Wiping the drool from his lower lip with one white silken gloved hand, Duo whirled around and sighed once again.
Oh, who am I kidding.. As if anything as God-like as THAT would ever speak to a creature like myself....
A knock on the door to Heero's chamber caused Duo to turn slightly, just enough to keep one eye cocked as to catch the action within. Heero opened the door slowly, almost painfully, as though he know what was on the other side.
"Heeeeeeeeeerrrooooooooo!" Relena de Peacecraft bounded in eagerly, wrapping her arms tightly around her childhood friend. "How are you!?"
Heero struggled to get out of the evil witch's grasp, as she was smothering him more and more by the second. Finally suceeding, he dusted his new spandex shorts off, glaring slightly at the way-too-perky young lady standing in front of him. "I was fine. Now, I'm.."
"Better off because I'm here! Oh, I'm just SO GLAD to hear that! I knew you would never forget me! The psychotic young girl who ran out into the ocean to save your tank top!"
He sniffed in reply, gesturing towards the closet full of neatly folded spandex shorts and green tanktops. "As always with you, a noble thing to do, but without any reason to follow through with it."
Duo was snickering wildly behind the mirror at this point, all attempts to quiet it failing miserably. Finally, he snorted loudly, which just set him off into an even larger laughing fit. Heero and Relena stared blankly at one another as the sound of a snort followed by wheezing chortles filled the room.
Meg Giry, Heero's friend from le corps de ballet, came flying into the room at full speed. "HEERO! What was that!? Was it the angel again? Oh who are we kidding, it's the PHANTOM, THE PHANTOM!" She turned and fled as quickly as she came, screaming loudly at the top of her lungs.
Relena simply blinked, turned, and left; whereas Heero darted for the door and slammed it shut, locking the assortment of padlocks and chain links behind her. He flopped down on his bed, wrinkling the silk sheets. "The Angel... I wonder if he exists? The Angel of Music."
Behind the mirror, Duo had finally gotten a grip on reality, standing straight up and saying in a soft, erotic voice, "Ah, but I do exist. I am here, my child!"
Heero leapt to his feet, pulling a gun out from seemingly nowhere and pointing it around the room. "Show yourself!"
He watched in fascination as the mirror turned to what looked like mercury, and a man stepped out.
Heero looked this new appearance up and down, taking in everything slowly. Brightly shined black combat boots, black riding crop pants that seemed to fit just *so*, a black shirt with the buttons hidden and a mandarin collar that also fit just right on its owner, sleeves rolled up to reveal the tantalizing flesh of this being, a white turtleneck present underneath. Around his neck was the bow tie of a cape, a long, black silk cape with a velvet violet inside which seemed to flutter gracefully with every move. White silk gloves covered the perfectly sized hands, matching the white mask which covered the stranger's face; all except the mouth and below covered completely by it. Long, beautiful brown hair tied back in a slightly messy braid made for an overall very attractive image.
Heero blushed deeply, unable to surpress the surge of feelings that rose (take it in what sense thou wilt) from seeing this beautiful stranger.
One gloved hand extended, a smile spreading wildly across the masked man's face, his violet-blue eyes lighting up in such a way that it made Heero's heart skip a beat. Heero reached out and took the stranger's hand, his deep cobalt blue eyes locked onto the more peppy violet ones before him.
"My name is Duo Maxwell. I am pleased to finally be able to meet with you, Heero Yuy. You are a wonderful singer, and an even better gundam pilot." He winked, glad at the look of shock from Heero's face.
"How do you know.. about the gundams? And my name..?"
"Needless to say, I have been watching you for quite a while now. Has anyone ever told you how much spandex flatters your figure?" Duo grinned wildly, making Heero wonder how this new-found friend meant what he had just said.
Heero flushed slightly again, tilting his head down slightly to stare at the warm hand that was still grasping his cooler hand. He withdrew it slowly, his normal way of acting starting to kick in once again. "What do you want of me?"
Duo giggled at the question, as it aroused (take it in what sense thou wilt!) several scenes in his mind. He cocked his head to the side, smirking. "I've caught your interest, I see. That's enough for now.." He turned, cape fluttering softly behind him, and exited through the mirror once again. Heero ran to the mirror after him, only to smack roughly into it's soft, cool surface. He fell backwards onto the floor, abruptly sitting up and staring at the mirror, mystified.
Who was that masked man...? And why do I find myself so attracted to him, wanting to know everything about him, among other such things... Will I ever see him again?
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*DISCLAIMER* -- Okay, and the other part of the disclaimer. Unfortunately, Heero Yuy, Duo Maxwell, Trowa Barton, Quatre Raberba Winner, and Chang Wufei do not belong to me, or any of us fan fic writers.
All rights and privileges to Shin Kidousenki Gundam Wing are trademarks and property of Sunrise, Bandai, Sotsu Agency, and associated parties. The characters of these works are used WITHOUT
permission for entertainment purposes only. This work of fiction is not meant for sale or profit. Original portion of the fiction included here is considered to be the sole property and copyrighted to the author.
The Phantom of the Opera's characters are not owned by myself either (although I wouldn't mind owning Erik.) All rights and privileges are trademarks and property of Gaston Leroux, Andrew Lloyd Webber and the Really Useful Company, Lon Chaney, and others who have used the original plot for movies and such that are on the market. They are used without permission for entertainment purposes only. (Since primarily only the way the characters act and other general traits are used, this one probably didn't need applied, but just in case!)
*nod* I believe that's it, then. Send questions, comments, love letters, suggestions, hate mail, requests for other fics ya might want me to write, Gundam Wing fan fic websites, etc. to me at KittenMaxwell@sailormoon.com. Catch ya later, enjoy! ^_^