The Phantom of Konoha
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto, nor will I ever. Don't remind me.
Naruto and all of the characters belong to Masashi Kishimoto-saa, and always will.
I don't own Phantom of the Opera either, that belongs to Gaston Leroux and always will.
Warning:
This is a yaoi fanfic, meaning boy on boy. Itachi and Naruto are the stars of this story, and therefore you will see some yaoi smut. Nothing too terribly graphic.
Note this is also a song fic which I used bits of pieces of. Naruto is our Christine, and Itachi our Phantom. All parts that are bold are the song lyrics.
You have been warned.
In sleep he sang to me
In dreams he came
That voice which calls to me
And speaks my name
And do I dream again?
For now I find
The phantom of the opera is there,
Inside my mind
Naruto tosses and turns as the nights progress, his dreams are haunted by him. Sweat drips from his form, as gasps and small whimpers erupt from his tanned throat. It's those sounds that stir him from his sleep to look into the darkness. There are times where he swears his phantom appears in the shadows, other times it's just his own longing and desire that gives him false hope.
"Itachi…" He whispers out into the darkness, only to find lips connect with his own.
Tonight, his phantom appears.
Sing once again with me
Our strange duet
My power over you
Grows stronger yet
And though you turn from me
to glance behind
The phantom of the opera is there
Inside your mind"Naruto..." The voice whispers in such a low tone, the blonde nearly misses it and assumes it's his own imagination. His pink lips part as the pale hands of the S-Class criminal strokes his skin.
The man pulls the teenager closer to his form, savoring the warmth of his delicate flesh against his own cool and chilled skin. A small growl escapes his throat when his angel sings his praises and whispers the name of the raven haired male, sharingan gazing down upon the adolescent whose eyes are closed in ecstasy.
Those who have seen your face
Draw back in fear
I am the mask you wearBlue eyes open to gaze upon the face that give people nightmares, or enrage others. But as he stares into the orbs, he feels nothing but warmth.
His back arches when he is swiftly entered, a large hand reaching out to stroke the Kyuubi holder's length.
My/Your spirit and my/your voice
In one combined
The phantom of the opera is there
inside my/your mind
As their bodies entwine, and the soft moans pouring from the blonde's throat, the pace of the elder quickening as they grow closer to their climax, warmth enveloping their bodies as they reach their peak simultaneously.
The tanned face of the future hokage had a smile creep across its features, cerulean eyes gazing upon the cool face of the phantom he had grown to care for.
And as sweet as the moment is, Naruto knows it will be short-lived.
And as quickly as he appeared, the shadow disappears.
Inside my mind
And as the boy slowly dozes off to sleep, the face of his phantom appears.
Tonight, the phantom is inside his mind.