Tke: okay, this was always on my mind, saying "write me, write me"

Roxas: and KC kept telling you to post it.

Tke: that too.

Roxas: sigh

Tke: don't have too much to say, enjoy.

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Title: Phantom

Authoress: Tysonkaiexperiment

Couplings: Soiku, AkuRoku, Zemyx, slight AkuSor

Warnings: Blood, gore, violence, murder, and foul language.

Summary: Crossover with NEW Phantom of the Opera movie and the 1800's one. Sora was a bookkeeper that always wanted to be an opera singer and plans on trying out. While at the new opera house he has dreams of his past. Soiku AkuRoku slight AkuSo

Disclaimer: Time To Say Goodbye belongs to Sarah Brightman and Andrea Bocelli. All songs will be opera unless stated otherwise. I do not own KH, trust me, the game would be about groping, lemons, and making out.

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Black curly hair twisted itself around the sides of a slightly cherubic face, a tight bun pulling extra strands up and out of the way. Brown eyes peered from thin-rimmed glasses as the girl pursed ruby red lips together thoughtfully. Her tan hand outstretched, placing a book in its correct place by the Dewy Decimal System.

Creak.

She paused, turning slightly.

Silence.

She shrugged, turning back to the books.

Creak.

She whirled around this time, as far as she new; everyone was on lunch break or off. It was 10:30 at night, who would be wondering around in a bookstore?

Creak.

She followed the sound, walking closer and closer on the dark wooden floor.

Creak.

She reached the last row of books, turning and seeing—

Nothing.

She sighed, turning around before seeing a shadow-blackened man right behind her.

She did the next natural thing.

She screamed.

"UAHHHHHHHHH!!! MURDERERRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!"

She began to cry, scream, and whimper for safety.

Warm chuckling filled her ears and she turned to meet beautiful light sapphire eyes.

"SORA!!"

The boy began to chuckle, stepping back to reveal short, spiky chocolate brown hair. Medium cheekbones, a perfect tan, light pink lips curled into a smile.

"I got you." Came the slightly child-like voice.

She began to wheeze, clutching her chest where her heart would have been, "Dammit, you always do that, why was I not expecting that?"

He just grinned, watching her stomp back to the counter. He followed her, helping her put more books away, "I was just wondering…" His lips were firm, in a straight line, "If it would be alright for me to leave early tonight."

She blinked, "But you never leave ear—ah, the opera house."

His cheeks flared, "Yeah, I'm gonna attempt not to suck."

"You're NOT going to suck, you have the most amazing, fantastic, exciting, wonderful voice I've ever heard and—."

"Jane." Sora whined.

"No buts!" She cried, wagging her pale fingers and shoved him out the door, "I don't want to see you until you're coming to me saying you quit because you got a new, higher respecting, better paying job."

His eyes filled with soft tears, "… Thanks Jane…"

She smiled, tears in her own hazy eyes, "Break a leg."

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Sora played with his fingers, fiddling back and forth with them. He was next, oh GOD he was next…

"Hikari Sora?"

Sora sucked in a breath, the blonde girl behind him patting him, "You'll be fine."

"Thanks Naminé." Sora whispered. He'd met her outside, she was costume designer here, and they'd become instant friends.

He calmly walked on stage eyeing the men sitting in one of the many, many rows.

The owner and manager…

"We heard you were able to do a song from Sarah Brightman?" The manager asked.

Sora nodded, "I do a lot of hers, but I can others."

"We want you to do one of hers called 'Time To Say Goodbye', have you ever heard that one."

Sora broke into a smile, the two men nearly swooning at how adorable Sora had looked with that smile, "T-that's my favorite song from her old CD."

The first, a man with long silver hair grinned, "He's cute."

"Hm, he looks like he could probably do it." Came the answer from the man with black spiky hair.

"Aw come on Zacky, have some trust."

"Don't call me Zacky, Sephiroth."

"Awwwww…."

"NO!"

Sora sweatdropped, clearing his throat softly as the piano man just checked himself behind Sora. Sora turned, seeing glass mirrors lined up on the stage, they were about the size of a portable dance mirror. The mirror was almost as tall as two Soras' in height yet thinner than cardboard.

"You may begin." The silver haired man grinned, motioning with his hands.

The piano man began to play.

"Quando sono sola
Sogno all'orizzonte
E mancan le parole,
Si lo so che non c'è luce
In una stanza quando manca il sole,
Se non ci sei tu con me, con me.
Su le finestre
Mostra a tutti il mio cuore
Che hai accesso,
Chiudi dentro me
La luce che
Hai incontrato per strada."

Everyone was listening quietly as the brunette sang in harmony, sounding perfect, as if the song was made for him.

"Time to say goodbye. -- con te partir¨°.
Paesi che non ho mai
Veduto e vissuto con te,
Adesso si li vivr¨°.
Con te partir¨°
Su navi per mari
Che, io lo so,
No, no, non esistono pi¨´,
It's time to say goodbye. -- con te io li vivr¨°."

A man above stage had been listening, his hand slowly letting go of the rope that held a bag of sand that lifted a curtain.

"Quando sei lontana
sogno all'orizzonte
e mancan le parole,
e io si lo so—"

WOOSH

The bag and reel came at Sora faster than the piano man had hit the keys.

The piano man pushed Sora out of the way, both men landing on the side as the bag and hook crashed into a mirror. The mirror broke, shattering into little pieces at it flew and sprayed all over the stage.

"SORA!!" "BARTALI!!!"

Bartali sat up, covering Sora's body with his own as he looked down at the boy.

The boy had fainted, a small side wound from the glass, but he was fine, still breathing.

Sora could barely hear people shouting before everything went black.

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"WATCH IT DAMN YOU!!" Sora's eyes snapped open, met with the site of a blond boy kneeling next to him. However, it wasn't just any blond kid, it was his twin.

"Roxas?!"

Wasn't Roxas studying abroad in England? Why was he here?

Roxas turned back to him, "You're away, I thought Angelino knocked you out for sure."

Sora blinked, "Who?"

It was then Sora noticed Roxas's clothes.

Or rather, lack of clothes.

He wore no shirt, body glitter all over him with symbolic Latin symbols written in body paint on his skin. The 'skirt' Roxas wore was made of a thin, clear silk, red silk covering his private areas. Five rings were wrapped around Roxas's right ankle, they jingled when he moved while the left had two and also had a thinner one with little fake gold coins about the size of a quarter.

Sora swallowed, looking down at himself to realize he wore the exact same thing. He shifted his leg slightly, oh god, his underwear was going up his ASS! Sora was a boxer's man, straight out, so to be wearing a thong made him feel like he had peed on his pants and was trying to avoid getting himself wetter.

"I bet he's doing it for attention!"

Sora turned to meet his childhood crush.

Kairi Argentino, shoulder-length red hair, violet eyes clouded with fury. She wore a rather expensive pink silk dress that looked like an opera version of a wedding dress.

She marched over to him, "You always do this!"

Roxas cut between them, "Don't blame an accident on someone else because you're not getting attention anymore!!"

Sora looked away, trying to figure out where the hell he was. That's when he noticed, in the shadows, blazing green eyes staring intently at him.

A second later, they were gone.

Sora blinked a few times.

What the hell was that?

Or… who?

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Tke: I did enjoy the 1800's version a LOT; I changed the opening scene slightly. In the original, Christine (Sora) was rearranging books and managed to hid herself from her friend that she worked in the bookstore with. But a scare is a scare.

Roxas: I feel naked.

Tke: you should, you pretty much are. KC, no drooling, please.

Roxas: hands over mop

Tke: hehe, thanks, erm… PHANTOM MASKS WITH SORA PLUSHIES FOR ANY REVIEWERS!!!