I do not own anybody, why else would I be on ? This is based off of the Phantom of Opera...abeit different, in the end, but same concept. I do not own the Phantom of The Opera or Naruto. They belong to their talented creators.
Sakura is 17, (Christine)
Sasuke is 18 (Raoul)
Itachi is 23 (Phantom)
Tsunade is 32 ( Madame Giry)
Ino is 17 (Meg Giry)
Characters will be a little OC, but that's okay for now. I'm fairly inexperienced.
"Lot 665 then Ladies and Gentlemen. A musical box in the shape of a monkey, wearing shinobi robes, playing the cymbals." The old man's voice rang through the opera, his mallet resting in his shaking old hand.
"Do I hear 15 yen?" He asked. An old woman, with gray hair raised her hand. Her hair rested in two long ponytails that trailed down her back. A green kimono rested on her shoulders, her red polished fingernails rested in front of her.
The old man spoke again. " 15 yen, thank you! Do I hear 20 yen ?" An old man with white hair raised his hand. His wheel chair squeaked slightly. His coal black eyes seemed to glow.
"Yes, 20 from you sir, thank you very much!" The man turned toward the woman, his voice bouncing off the walls. " Do I hear 25?" He asked. The woman raised her hand, the sleeve of her kimono shone with what little light there was.
"25 yen, thank you Tsunade-hime. Do I hear 30?" The man in the wheelchair raised his gloved hand. " 30, thank you. 35?" Tsunade glanced towards the wheelchair, hazel eyes glittering. She shook her head, answering his silent plea. The bearded man nodded, his mallet swung to the wood front. " Going once, going twice." The old man gazed upon the small lot of people who had shown. He nodded and sighed. "Sold, to the Viscount Uchiha! Thank you sir."
A young man, no older than 17 walked toward the Uchiha, the musical box in his hand. His brown hair was set in a tight ponytail, a bored expression on his face. Slowly, the Uchiha took the box in his old, shaking hands.
A collector's piece indeed, To whom the pink one dances...
The Uchiha was brought out of his thoughts as the old man with the mallet began to speak.
"Lot 666 then ladies and gents. A chandelier in pieces. Some of you may recall the story of the Phantom of the Opera. I am told, that this is the same chandelier that figured in the famous accident. While we fixed the chandelier, we replaced some of the candles with the new chakra enhanced light. We hope to scare away the ghosts of so many years ago, with a little illumination. Gentlemen?"
Tsunade turned to her right, the white tarp was ripped away as the chandelier began to rise. The lights flickered, as the dust flew past her, her hair fluttering behind her. Uchiha's eyes were wide, his hands began to tremble nervously.
As the chandelier rose, memories flooded her mind, her skin covered in goosbumps.
Slowly, the past began to unwind.
Prologue: completed.
Hope you liked it, I'm starting on the next chapter as we speak.