A Different Sort of Phantom

A Different Sort of Phantom

Disclaimers: I own all the characters except Satarel, who
belongs to my friend Zo, and the chapter titles and basic plot
come from the movie soundtrack of Phantom of the Opera.

Warnings: slash, death

Author\'s notes: The basic plot to this fic comes from way too
much listening of the movie soundtrack of Phantom of the Opera,
the one that just came out. The chapter titles come from the
soundtrack. If I have any other notes, I\'ll add them as they
come.

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Chapter 1 | Overture

To be perfectly honest, the only reason Kenzie McNamara was even in Paris, France was simply to piss his parents off. Actually, in keeping with being perfectly honest, that was the reason Kenzie did all things he did. To piss his parents off. His parents never had the heart to actually write him out of their wills, but it was a common threat they\'d given more than a few times when he\'d pissed them off.

He smiled softly into the large mirror of the bathroom, the star earrings he was in the process of putting in glinting silver. They weren\'t so overly pissed with him, even now after
having abruptly left, since he still had access to the (rather large) bank accounts his parents had given him when he\'d turned sixteen almost eight years before. It was actually those bank accounts, and a flash of plastic and some cold, hard cash that had gotten him this hotel room, not to mention the art supplies that already lay scattered across the king sized bed, the couch, and the floor in the main suite.

A tinkling of bells and a low growl from the main suite caused the blond head to whirl around, the blue eyes widening in surprise. Bare feet padding onto the velvet carpeting of the suite itself from the marble flooring of the bathroom, Kenzie quickly exited to encounter a rather surprising scenario.

Corby, the white kitten with black ears and a black tip to his tail, had his ears pressed against his head, small body puffed up to appear bigger than usual to the dark man standing near the bed. The man was dressed head to toe all in black leather, and
had massive ebony wings stretched out behind him. He was currently pointedly glaring at the cat in something akin to sheer disgust.

\"..oh, it\'s only you.\" Blue eyes rolled, and Kenzie shook his head, causing the angel\'s head to turn toward him, darkly scowling over at him. The shorter man propped his hip
against the doorway, returning the look. \"Why are you following me?\"

\"Who said anything about following you?\" The angel growled, stepping toward him.

Something inside Kenzie, something from a past he only half remembered, cringed at the approaching figure. But on the outside, he drew himself up to his full height, blue eyes burning back into the black eyes threatening to sear his soul. \"I can only assume that\'s why you\'re here in Paris." He tossed his head defiantly. \"I think you\'re stalking me, instead of how it used to be when I was Elin. When, yanno, I was the one stalking you.\"

Something, Kenzie couldn\'t tell just what, but something flickered behind Satarel\'s eyes before a very cool smile (without a complete access to all of Elin\'s memories - there were a few things he, Kenzie, couldn\'t remember, but felt he should - Kenzie couldn\'t remember if he\'d ever seen any other type of smile on the tall fallen angel) passed over Satarel\'s lips. \"You may be Elin\'s reincarnation, and you may not act like him, but you two think a lot alike. You actually think I give a shit about you?\"

As if to prove just how unlike Elin he really was, Kenzie smirked up at Satarel, blue eyes glittering. \"Well, if you didn\'t, why are you even in my hotel room, in Paris, at night, hm? It\'s not like Corby or I summoned you.\"

For one brief, very brief, moment, Satarel looked confused, then reverted back to his glare. \"Piss off.\"

\"Typical response.\" Kenzie heaved a sigh, closing his eyes and ran his fingers through his hair, pulling it away from his neck and the earrings. When he opened his eyes again,
completely expecting Satarel to have disappeared, he blinked as he saw that Satarel was still standing there. \"..yes?\"

\"Get bent.\" Satarel snarled, disappearing in a flash of black feathers. Kenzie stretched out a hand, catching one of the soft feathers before it fluttered to the floor to join its brothers. He twirled it thoughtfully, ignoring the now less cowardly Corby batting at the feathers in sheer cat fascination.

\"It\'s Satarel. He didn\'t care then, why would he start now..?\" Kenzie asked the silent suite, stepping away from the small pile of feathers and over to the immense windows that covered one wall of the suite. He leaned against the window, gazing out at Paris\' brightly lit night life. The right side of his face pressed against the cold glass as he lost himself in his thoughts.

Half the room away, Corby sat on the floor in the midst of sable feathers and eyed the reincarnated angel standing by the window. Personally, he didn\'t much like the fallen angel that still resided in his owner\'s mind. Then again, the small demon noted in his mind, he didn\'t much care for anyone, much less the young man that stood before him. This was simply an unspoken and mutual agreement between a reincarnated white-winged angel that no one wanted and a demon cat that had nowhere else to go. That was all.

...right?