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...My name	By : larch Category: M through R > The Phantom of the Opera > AU/AR Views: 3899 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own The Phantom of the Opera, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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"A door?" Hase asked. "You dragged mwntowntown to show a famous door? It looks like al the other doors in this storage building!"
"Technically, it’s not downtown, its only twenty blocks. You asked for some extra time from the office today, just pick up some flowers for your wife and you’ll have an excuse. Now" Sidhe said, ceremoniously opening the door.
His brother was not impressed. "Dust?" Hase asked, taking out a handkerchief and putting it over his face.
Sidhe did thee ane and lead Hase inside.
"What makes this dust different from the dust Martha Stewart tells you how to clean up in three seconds."
"Not the dust, the stuff."
"Broken birdcages?"
"Our last name is Shindé, right?"
"Last time I checked my business card."
"French, right?"
"…Right."
"That’s what they want us to think."
"They who? Who’d care if our names are actually French?"
"Our ancestors, doofus!"
"What would they care? They’re dead?"
"But they were French."
"But you just—"
"Right here," Sidhe said, holding a dusty tome. "Good old great-uncle Bob. He wrote every useless bit of crap down and preserved it for over five decades of boring research. Now, see, here, were aren’t of French origin at all. Not quite yet at least. Anyway, it all comes from the word ‘Shindai’ which comes from a big messy political quagmire-"
"--Which you had better spare me."
"Really, quite interesting once you understand four hundred years of four different families. No? Alright, Long story short, then. Anyway, American Lady and Japanese Guy want to get married. Since his marrying into her family half for status, she wants to keep something of her last name. Her name was Dié, but Japanese Guy thought she was being More literal than she actually was, and thought her last name was ‘Die,’ English."
"This is all rather fascinating gibberish but—"
"Don’t sit there. I need it and that’s where I put the sword. Try that one. Backtrack a bit, and you’ll find that this is all just a warping of the name ‘Daaé.’"
"And this all means what to me?"
"Don’t you get it? Daaé?"
"I’m still hoping it’s a sandwich."
"Let’s try this again. CHRISTINE Daaé?"
"Did you say Christine?"
"Yes. I did. Now tell me what this all means."
"I think that’s my secretary’s daughter."
"Wrong."
"Wrong. Look, I have clients who want to sue the ghost next door for bugging their dog, and personally, they are sounding a hell of a lot more interesting at the moment."
"Isn’t any of this jogging that corporate brain of yours? Christine Daaé? Erik? Raoul DuChagney?"
"Christine…Raoul.." Hase whispered, desperately trying to think his way out of his brother’s game. He idly reached in his pocket, looking for an excuse to leave. He pau the then slowly drew out the tickets he had for that night. "You’re kidding me."
"You managed to score Opera tickets?"
"It’s not really an Opera, just Andrew Lloyd Weber."
"You see, this is exactly what I’ve been talking about!"
"Why didn’t you say so before?"’
"You kept interrupting."
"I’ll have you committed first thing in the morning. Don’t go near any pointy objects, and if you see something out of the ordinary, don’t take advice from it."
"No, I’m not kidding."
"You really are insane. You planning on writing a book about the real phantom?"
"Yes. Well, not me personally, but—"
"Someone beat you to it."
"Who?"
"His name’s Gaston Leroux. Try reading it sometime, actually, don’t its downright boring. Makes legal dictionaries exciting."
"No, that’s the one key detail. Why are we descended for Daaé when she married Raoul DuChagney?"
"Some weapon are like that."
"In 1868?"
"What can I say, she was ahead of her time."
"No. That’s not it. She really wasn’t."
"Maybe they had our ancestor out of wedlock. Lost of things could happen."
"Not wherryirrying into a nineteenth-century DuChagney family; which they did on time, before the baby was born."
"Look, how’s this: You keep beating around the bush and I’ll beat you over the head."
"Look. They ‘consummated’ their marriage on their wedding day. The child was born too early to be Raoul’s. Her name was passed on because it wasn’t his baby."
"Are you telling me—"
"It was Erik’s baby."
"Oh, that’s rich. Where’s your proof?"
"Right here, uh, watch out," Sidhe said, opening a large trunk, creating an explosion of dust. When it cleared he began carefully sorting through the contents.
"Antique dresses? What’s that gonna prove?"
"No. This. Christine’s Diary."
"How do you now it’s nofakefake?"
" I found a dozen other things with her signature. The handwriting matches. The dates correspond perfectly. I have Erik’s too. Completely different handwriting, no possible way it could be Raoul faking it."
"So, where’s the sword some in?"
"Somewhere in the REAL story of the phantom. You didn’t think he’d tell the presses about himself, did you? Gaston Leroux was bribed to take Raoul’s story."
"And you know that how?"
" And I quote: ‘He paid some stuffy, tedious reporter 8,000 francs to take the story as factual, and leave without having found any true mysteries about Erik.’ Well, roughly quoted. It IS in French, after all."
"So we’re descended from the famous Parisian Opera Ghost, and you intend to set the record straight?"
"Of course. Who’s going to stop me? Real ghosts?"
"And is they did?"
"I’d tell ‘em to come back at Christmas. What do you say?"
"I say I’m late for a show and that I need to find a florist. I also say that if you get all the pieces together, I can find you a good publisher."
"You mean it?"
"Yes. One more birdcage or beaten-to-death bush, though, and you’re on your own."
"You’re just mad I inherited all this junk and you didn’t."
"I mean, there had better not be any more blades pointed at me for a long time."
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