Italics=Singing
Zafira straightened his tie. This was a truly bothersome issue. He held tight to his walking cane as he steered himself through Mid’s busy streets. He marched up the steps to the bureau’s opera house. His opera house! Even if they were just renting it for three months as they always did it was still his! Not some silly little ghost’s. As he walked into the building he couldn’t take it anymore.
“Mystery after gala night!” He handed his hat to a worker standing by.
“It says mystery of soprano's flight!” Another man helped him remove his heavy blue coat.
“Mystified all the papers say,” Zafira smacked his paper into the chest of a third surprised looking worker. “
We are mystified, we suspect foul play.”
Zafira marched up the stairs trying to keep calm and not show his anger to his underlings,
“Bad news on soprano's scene,” He rubbed his forehead.
“First Hayate now Nanoha.” He sighed, there was a bright side; “
Still, at least, the seats get sold.
“Gossip's worth its weight in gold.”
He nodded to a few lingering officers,
“What a way to run a bureau. Spare me these unending trials.” Once a year! They did this once a year! And never before Ms. Takamachi came along had they ever had a problem!
“Half your cast disappears but the crowd still cheers,” and cheer they had.
“Opera! To hell with Gluck and Handel. Have a scandal and you're sure to have a hit!” They were sold out for three weeks straight and the TSAB’s opera only ever ran for three months.
As he started down a hall his partner cut him off.
“Damnable!” Chrono stormed up to him.
“Will they all walk out? This is damnable!”
Zafira tried to calm down his friend though he was in no mood to help.
“Chrono please don't shout!” He placed a hand on Chrono’s shoulder.
“It's publicity! And the take is vast. Free publicity!” And the Bureau needed all it could get.
“But we have no cast!” Chrono spat out. He was turning red.
“Chrono, have you seen the queue?” It was out the door everyday.
Chrono pulled out a small envelope.
“Ah, it seems you've got one too.”
He opened it up and started to read it as they walked down the hall.
“Dear Chrono, What a charming gala, Nanoha was, in a word, sublime. We were hardly bereft when Hayate left. On that note, the diva's a disaster, must you cast her when she's seasons past her prime!?!”
Zafira pulled out his own,
“Dear Zafira, Just a brief reminder. My salary has not been paid. Send it care of the ghost by return of post. P.T.O No one likes a debtor so it's better if my orders are obeyed!” He crumpled up the letter.
They looked at each other and spoke in sequence,
“Who would have the gall to send this? Someone with a puerile brain.”
“These are both signed O.G.” Zafira shook his head.
Chrono threatened to pop a blood vessel,
“Who the hell is he?”
It hit them at the same time,
“Opera Ghost!”
“It's nothing short of shocking.”
“He is mocking our position!” Chrono threw his hands into the air.
“In addition he wants money!” Surely this fellow didn’t need it.
“What a funny apparition!” Considering they didn’t have much.
They spoke at once again,
“To expect a large retainer. Nothing plainer, he is clearly quite insane!”
“Where is she?”
They turned to the bottom of the stairs where young Yuuno was standing holding a letter as well.
Zafira raised an eyebrow,
“You mean Hayate?”
“I mean miss Takamachi. Where is she?” He begun to march up the steps.
Zafira shook his head and crossed his arms,
“Well how should we know?”
“I want an answer! I take it that you sent me this note!”
Zafira and Chrono started to walk back the way they came.
“What's all this nonsense?” As if they didn’t have enough on their minds.
“Of course not!” Zafira had not sent any notes.
“Don't look at us!” Chrono waved his own note.
“She's not with you then?” Yuuno’s expression grew confused.
“
Of course not!” Chrono yelled down. Why would she be?
“We're in the dark!” Zafira followed up with.
“Admirals don’t argue.” Yuuno held up a hand and the note. “
Isn't this the letter you wrote?”
The three met on the central steps. Zafira eyed him,
“And what is it that we're meant to have wrote?” He hit his head with his hand, bad grammar. “Written!”
Chrono snatched the letter from Yuuno’s hands, “Do not fear for Miss Takamachi, The angel of music has her under his wing. Make no attempt to see her again.” Well this was a troublesome letter.
Yuuno looked concerned, “If you didn't write it, then who did?”
Zafira opened his mouth to reply but—
“Where is he?”
The three men turned to see Hayate Yagami and her entourage storming through the doors towards them.
Zafira held his hand up in greeting,
“Ah, welcome back!”
“Your precious patron. Where is he?” Hayate demanded.
Yuuno sighed,
“What is it now?”
“I have your letter,” She too had a letter, a letter she waved it in Yuuno’s face.
“A letter which I rather resent.”
“And did you send it?” Zafira knew he hadn’t but to keep Hayate happy…
“Of course not!” Yuuno looked shocked.
“As if he would!” Chrono looked indignant.
“You didn't send it?” Hayate still looked suspicious.
“Of course not!” Yuuno had just said that.
Zafira was confused.
“What's going on?”
“You dare to tell me that this is not the letter you sent?” Hayate thumped the letter with her hand and shoved it in Yunno’s.
“And what is it that I'm meant to have sent?” He flipped the letter open and began to read. “Your days at the Bureau Opera are numbered Nanoha Takamachi...”
“Nanoha! Nanoha Takamachi!” Hayate threw her hands into the air.
Yuuno ignored her, “...will be singing on your behalf tonight. Be prepared for a great misfortune should you attempt to take her place.” He looked to be deep in thought.
Chrono and Zafira looked at each other and nodded,
“Far too many notes for my taste” they both took Hayate’s arms and started to lead her up the stairs.
“And most of them about Nanoha! All we've heard since we came is Miss Takamachi's name--!”
“Miss Takamachi has returned.”
All of the group turned to see Alicia at the bottom of the steps with the young Miss Arf behind her.
Zafira furrowed his brow.
“I hope no worse for wear as far as we're concerned.”
“Where precisely is she now?” Chrono humphed.
“I thought it best she was alone,” Alicia didn’t seem intimidated at all by the high ranking officers in front of her.
“She needed rest,” Arf added in from behind.
Yuuno stepped forward,
“May I see her?”
“No, Monsieur,” Alicia shook her head,
“She will see no one.”
“Will she sing, will she sing?” Hayate stepped forward her loyal green haired companion beside her.
“Here, I have a note,” Alicia ignored the diva and held the note out.
“Let me see it!” Hayate, Yuuno and Chrono all dove for it.
“Please,” Zafira took the note. He cleared his throat. “Gentlemen, I have now sent you several notes of the most amiable nature detailing how my theatre is to be run.
You have not...”
“…followed my instructions. I shall give you one last chance,” The Phantom scratched out the words on paper. She would not let that morning’s incident deter her plans.
“Nanoha Takamachi has returned to you and I am anxious her career should progress. In the new production of Il Muto,” It was quite simple, all they had to do was follow her instructions.
“You will therefore cast Hayate as the pageboy and put Miss Takamachi in the role of Countess.” Why couldn’t they follow orders properly?
“The role which Miss Takamachi plays calls for charm and appeal, the role of the pageboy is silent, which makes my casting, in a word, ideal.”
The phantom poured hot wax over the envelope. It formed the shape of a small triangle, her symbol. “I shall watch the performance from my normal seat in box five, which will be kept empty for me. Should these commands be ignored a disaster beyond your imagination will occur.
“I remain, gentlemen, your obedient servant,” The letter was tucked into her breast pocket. “O.G.”
“Nanoha!” Hayate shouted.
Chrono rolled his eyes,
“Whatever next?”
“It's all a plot to help Nanoha!”
Zafira threw his hands up,
“This is insane...”
“I know who sent this,” Hayate spun around and pointed at Yuuno,
“This boy--her lover!” She begun to march off.
“Indeed?” Yuuno watched her with wary eyes.
“Can you believe this?”
“Miss Hayate!” Chrono followed after her.
“O traditori!”
“This is a joke!” Zafira growled up at the ceiling.
“This changes nothing!” Chrono sped up to keep up with the speed demon.
“O menititori!”
“What does that mean!” Chrono yelled.
“Miss Hayate,” Zafira was desperate.
“You are our star!” Chrono was getting close to hair pulling.
“And always will be!” Zafira tried to calm the raging ace.
“Miss Hayate,” Somehow she had managed to march them all the way to her temporary quarters where her entourage started to take away her things.
“This man is mad!” Chrono held up his note.
“We don’t take orders!” Zafira crushed it.
“Miss Takamachi will be playing the pageboy” Zafira assured her, “the silent role...”
At the same time Chrono and Zafira nodded,
“Hayate will be taking the lead.”
Hayate shook her head and lead them out of the room again. She lead them through the opera house and to the back of the stage.
“It's useless trying to appease me!
You're only saying this to please me!”
Chrono motioned stabbing her in the back.
“Signori, e vero?”
“She speaks Italian?”Chrono’s mouth hung wide.
Zafira shrugged.
“Non, non, non voglio udire! Lasciatemi morire!”
“What does that mean?” Chrono looked to Zafira but he didn’t know either. They both had no choice but to follow her all the way through the back of the stage.
“O padre mio! Dio!”
Alicia shook her head, somewhere along the line she had caught up to them.
“Who scorn his word, beware to those...”
“You have reviled me!”
“The angel sees, the angel knows...”
“You have rebuked me!”
“Miss Hayate, pardon us.”
“You have replaced me!”
“Please, Miss Hayate. We beseech you...”
“This hour shall see your darkest fears”
Yuuno and Arf joined them as they rounded into the opening hall again.
“I must see her...”
“Abbandonata! Deseredata! O, sventurata!”
“What’s with the Italian?”
“The angel sees, the angel hears...”
“Where did she go?”
“Abbandonata! Disgraziata!”
“Hayate, sing for us! Don’t be a martyr...”
“What new surprises lie in store...?”
“Our star!”
“Non vo' cantar!”
“Italian!”