A Demons Song
Since this is only the first chapter, it's fairly short. I will make longer chapters! This is just an introduction, and I hope you'll stay along for the whole ride. And if anyone knows who drew the cover art, please tell me so I can talk to them. I made a bad.
The shrill sound of a soprano's song echoed through the opera house, the people back stage crinkling their faces in discontentment. The (not so) pleasant sound came from the leading soprano of the opera popular, Grell Sutcliffe, a "Lady" who's hair was as fiery as his temper, and a voice that was as pleasant as his personality. At the moment, he was rehearsing for the opening night of their new show.
"Ugh! Will you get those fools away from my spotlight?!" He shrieked at no one in particular. "You mean the spotlight that you don't deserve." A slender blonde boy said a little too loudly. Grell stiffened and turned around. "What was that you said, piccola cagna?" He spat. "Nothing, nothing, skank." The blonde boy said, the last part quieter, but certainly not quiet enough. Grell seethed and started towards the boy "Listen here, you useless slab of meat, I-" "Ladies, ladies. That's enough." The red-head was cut off by a petite boy with ashy black hair and an eye as blue as sapphires, a peculiar eye patch hiding the other. "You stay out of this, toad!" Grell growled.
The boy rolled his eyes and pulled on the blonds arm. "Come on, Alois. I don't feel like dealing with this insufferable prick any longer."
Alois laughed at the shade of red Grells face turned. "Oh now you've done it Ciel! I feel like its better if we run now!" Ciel laughed along with Alois and did as he was told, with good reason too. Grell wasn't afraid to get physical with people who insulted him, and had even gone as far as threatening them with scissors. The duo of dancers ran back stage, being careful to not step on pieces of set or stretching dancers. "Watch your backs, tiny Dancers! I will make you pay for insulting me!"Grell called from a ways behind, stopping for fear of messing up his makeup. The two boys panted, smiles spread out across their faces. "As fun as that was, let's not make messing with the Princessa habit. I quite like my goods where they are." Ciel said. "Well, its better thank listening to him sing. There are so many people who can sing better than him here… Like you for example!" Alois exasperated. Ciel blushed, tucking a piece of hair behind his ear habitually. "Alois, please—" "No, its true and you know it! You're so much better than him! If you'd just talk to Tanaka I know he'd let you sing." Alois pleaded. Ciel shook his head before opening his mouth to speak, but was erupted by a yell for everyone to the stage. He looked at Alois. "Come on, we should go." He said quietly, heading to the stage. "We're not done discussing this, Ciel!" Alois said, loudly. Ciel laughed as he made his way to the stage. "I know, Alois. You never let me off that easily!"
Standing in front of the stage was Tanaka, the owner of the Opera house, and it seemed he was making a very important announcement. "As you all might have heard through the rumors," He stopped to glare at Grell and his little posse, Grell rolling his eyes and crossing his arms," I am retiring. And, starting today, These will be the new owners. I am proud to introduce to you Monsieur Soma and Monsieur Agni, and our new patron, The Viscount de Faustus." Ciel gasped and patted Alois. "Alois! It's Claude…" He said quietly. "Claude? Oh Ciel, he's so handsome." Alois purred. "We used to be sweethearts… He would call me little lottie… but then my parents died and I had to leave… I didn't think I'd ever see him again." Ciel blushed. "Oh poo. He's taken. Gosh Ciel, Just take all the cute guys, will you." Alois joked, nudging him in the side, making Ciel's blush spread
Claude stepped forward and gave a small smile. " My family and I are certainly honored to be supporting this Opera house, and all of you talented artists. And im very excited to be able to watch the performance tonight, starring the, er, beautiful Grell." He said, smiling to the soprano, who was busy grabbing his face and repeating to himself how much Claude loved him. And with that, Tanaka clapped his hands and sent everyone off to continue practice.
"And these, over here are or our dancers. All well trained and very good at what they do." Madam Red said to Soma and Agni. "I can tell! They're all very swell dancers! Especially that pretty little blonde one over there." Agni said, pointing to Alois. "My Nephew, Alois Trancy. Training since he was ten years old." She said, watching her Nephew. "Ah I see. And the one with the eyepatch. No relation, I take?" Soma said, curiously watching the boy. "Ciel Phantomhive. Promising talent in dance and singing. Orphaned at ten and sent to the dance institute in paris. He has been dancing since, and has shown up many of our best. Well, those who used to be best, I suppose." She laughed. "Phantomhive?" Soma questioned. "He wouldn't have any relation to the British toy maker and pianist Vincent Phantomhive, would he?" Madam Red smiled softly. "Ciel was his only child. He loved him very much." Soma and Agni nodded but didn't say anything else.
The shrill sound of Grells voice made it's way through the Opera house once more, causing the new owners to make their way to the stage once more. " I have had it! I can not work in these conditions any longer! You can keep on with your silly shenanigans and such, but you can do them without me, because I will not be singing here any longer!" He yelled to the his fellow cast mates. Soma and Agni looked at each other quickly before rushing over to Grell. "P-princessa, Diva. Please calm down!" Soma tried. "Yes, um, Primma Donna! W-why don't we forget about this and you can bless us with a song from tonight's show?" Agni suggested hopefully. Grell stuck his nose in the air,"Um, yes. I will." He said before clearing his throat and yelling to the pianist.
The sound of his voice was pleasant to anyone who didn't know music. He certainly wasn't the worst singer in the world, but he wasn't good enough to be the head singer of the Opera house. During the middle of the song, right after a particularly unpleasant note, a beam from the ceiling fell down right onto the place where Grell stood. Luckily he saw it before it could harm him and ran out of the way, screaming dramatically. He angrily made his way to the edge of the stage and turned around "Are you serious?! For as long as I've been singing here, these things have been happening, and has anyone tried stopping them? NO.", He yelled, shrilly and turned to the owners," And you two are no better than any of them! 'These things do happen' Ugh" He said stomping his foot. " These things should not happen. And good luck finding a new person to sing lead tonight because I can promise you it will not be me! Ronald, Lets go!" He said, stomping away. "And bring my scissors too!"
Agni and Soma stared at each other, mouths opened and faces shocked. "What…. Are we going to do!?" Agni said, clearly freaking out. "We have a full house tonight! We'll have to give everyone a refund. Refund a full house! Oh, the public will be outraged! I cant believe—" "Ciel can sing the part." Alois jumped in. Soma scoffed. "The Dancing boy?" Alois nodded. "He knows the part. He's been well trained. Just listen to him." Ciel blushed and elbowed Alois in the ribcage, causing him to let out an 'oof'. Agni sighed and waved his hand,"Very well. What other choice do we have?" Ciel scowled at Alois and mouthed profanities at him before shyly making his way to center stage, the blush lingering on his porcelain skin. He cleared his throat and closed his eyes, ignoring the shaking of his legs. What came next…. Was nothing less than spectacular. Ciel's voice was sweet but strong, and perfectly pitched. He hit all the notes perfectly, and left the people in the audience with a warm feeling in their stomach.
Everyone who was in hearing distance of Ciel stopped to listen to the voice that invaded the Opera house, the foreign but not displeasing music that was a well needed change from the pitchy mess that was Grell. When he finished his song he opened his eyes to look at the duo in front of him. His legs had stopped shaking, his blush long gone, and his confidence was through the roof. "Um… Monsieur's?" He said, quietly, trying to get a word out of the staring men. "That…. was beautiful." Soma said breathily. "I think we can both—All agree that you very much deserve to sing in Grell's place." Agni said getting up and heading over to Ciel, Soma trailing behind. "Absolutely! I just… wow." Soma attempted to articulate. Ciel smiled at that, and gave them both a thank you. "It really means a lot to me, Monsieur's. I promise to do my best,"
Alois ran over to Ciel and gave him a big hug and ruffled his hair. "I told you you could do it! I knew you could." He said, proudly. "I'm sorry I doubted you, Ali. Thanks for believing in me." Ciel said, a smile gracing his face. "Now,"Alois said, draping an arm over his shoulder, "We need to get to rehearsing. You've got a show tonight."
Hi guys! This is my first story, and I hope you all like it! As you can see, I really love Phantom of the opera…. Like, it's one of my favorite thing ever. Aaaaanyway, if you see anything that needs correcting Please tell me. I want this to be the best I can make it, and so I'd really appreciate feedback. As to how often I'll update, I'll try and make it quite frequent (With the help of my lovely girlfriend. Thank the Gods I have her). Anyway, feedback, cookies, requests, whatever! I want all of them! Thank you , and Goodnight3 or Morning3 whatever 3
