Disclaimer: I do not own db, z or gt neither the phantom of the opera
With dusk came descending darkness, the clouds thick above in the skies and the light of the glowing full moon caged in the upper atmospheres of the planet Earth. The suburbs of the city were smoky and damp, a thick fog ran the streets; a blanket of cloud upon the city. Tonight the music blared loudly, like always. Bodies swerved and moved in the hall of glorious splendour. Victorian dresses, round and silken as they span with the bodies they clung to, black suits clinging perfectly to the complicated dances engaged. The people inside well hid from the cold and mist of the Victorian streets. Winter was the harshest of seasons, when snow was light or none then rain fell hard and the winds always blew cold through the naked forests, silent streets, clear or clouded skies.
The figures moved swiftly across the hall, hands clasped and holding as their feet moved with agility and pattern across the mosaic floor. Back straight he watched them dance, his friends locked in deep trances as they moved across the floor. Messed black hair sprayed in many directions, his eyes deep and lost as he watched the swirling fog outside, the rain mingled in an unholy turmoil. Girls stared at his lone figure, smiling alone as he watched his friends dance around him, each eye upon him hoping, praying that he would open up his hand and ask for a dance…but he never did.
As night drew on the weather lessened, meals eaten and enjoyed as the coaches of rearing horses pulled up to the doors. Goku watched them in one final dance, teary eyes shone as the slow, romantic music blared through the room. The dances sped as lovers mingled in swirls, skirts flaring out as they clung closer. Hair neatly brushed and designed moved like feathers in the wind. Goku watched on, Bulma and Yamcha, Krillen and a tall blonde girl…even Tien and Lunch they all danced before him.
The violins sang in harmony, cellos, flutes and harps all sang along in perfect chorus. In his ears the familiar voice rang, sweet and angelic as it reached out to him. Eyes half closed and clouded, smiling as the song rattled in his mind. Like it did in sleep and wake, screaming for him, drawing him forward, commanding his presence in the where about of the beautiful but strange voice. In an angry manner the song ended, almost growling the last syllables as Bulma's loud voice echoed through his dazed form. Looking up at her his smile faded, the body of a young brunette beside him. The end had come, party over in the night time sky of the fading darkness. Each party always ended with his long time friend trying to set him up with a rich, powerful and often very beautiful young woman. But he never fell. That voice always clouded his mind, a mystery to his senses and that voice, the darkness it held…it had him.
"Dear Goku this is Amelia. Her father is the Duke of Kent and she has taken quite the fancy in you" Bulma smiled at Goku as he bowed to the young woman, her hands upon her skirt as she curtsied to him. Taking her pale and fragile hand in his he raised it to his lips, kissing it gently as Bulma had taught him to do so when meeting a fair lady. The brunette smiled at him with teeth so white. Her lips a deep pink and her hair a cascade of chestnut brown down her back in twirls.
"Hello Goku, it's so nice to meet you." Her voice was sweet but held no sign of innocence. He smiled and bowed his head at her, her hands coming to hold his arm as she stood beside him, Bulma leaving to bid farewell to her other guests.
"It is more of a pleasure to be in your presence my dear Amelia. May I be allowed to show you to your room?" Her face lit up and she moved closer to him, pressing her chest to him as she spoke, their lips almost touching as he found himself unable to move away form her in her grasp.
"You may be allowed." Clapping her hands her small servant man followed her, Goku sighing as they walked. "This building is so beautiful, the architecture is one of a kind…almost the only of its kind." Goku looked over at her and took a breath.
"It had once been a theatre…decades ago. A huge building where magnificent plays had took place. It was the grandest in the area. This whole house is a mixture of the theatre rooms, performers housing, dressing rooms and so on….it is a large building and has taken me years to learn where to go. So tonight I suggest you stay in your room until some one can guide you, you are easily lost here." Amelia smiled devilishly at him.
"So why did it close?" Goku cleared his throat and came to a stop at the top of the stairs, allowing her servants to catch up with the many bags they had to carry.
"A fire almost destroyed the building, very little was left when Bulma's family bought it…No one is sure how the fire started and it happened so long ago it is now almost impossible to ever know the whole truth… But stories do rise, it is said that just before the fire, in the roof on the ledges…a sole figure was seen laughing, as the chandelier came crashing down they watched the masked figure vanish….Who ever they were they were never found and nor was any sign of them." Amelia looked up at the ceiling, a large crystal chandelier hung from the supports. And as they moved along, their footsteps echoing through the emptiness she glanced at the beauty of the building and that of Goku.
"Who is that?" Her fingers came to point to the large portrait of a young woman, her age she guessed. It was just a cut of the girl's body from the shoulders up, her long black hair spilling down her back besides the Georgian dress, purple silk contrasting with the deep black eyes and purest red lips.
"She's beautiful isn't she…almost tracing. No one knows her name, when the fire occurred this was the only portrait to survive. We do know that her father was the builder and owner of the theatre but sadly she perished in a different fire. His only daughter and there she is, she seems almost alive at times and well they say she still walks these halls…looking for the love she had been looking for all those years ago." Goku looked up at the portrait, the girl truly did trance him, left him longing to feel that skin, see that beauty and heal her pains.
"Have you ever seen her?" There was a silence between them as the wind howled outside.
"I think so but this building holds so many mysteries it's hard to tell what you are seeing, but yes I think I have…A year ago this month I think it was, I was awoken by a loud noise, screaming I think but upon research the next day I was the only one to hear it. As I sat in my bed listening I could hear a distant singing, angelic but dark and there she was, half hidden by shadow, her long dress black now and her face hidden from me. But I knew that hair, those eyes that shone at me even through the darkness. As soon as I met her eyes I fell asleep, that voice never leaving me. I was never sure if it was a dream or not but I've seen her times after" The girl before him was taken back by his answer, their eyes now leaving the portrait to land upon the door of Amelia's room. "Well my lady, this is your room. I wish you a good night" As he turned she grabbed his cuff, planting a kiss on his lips as his eyes remained open and wide.
"Stay with me tonight Goku…then I won't get lost" She whispered to him, her lips almost touching his again as he looked at her with shock and dismissal, as she lent up to take his mouth again he watched as she was moved to the other side of her bedroom, the door slamming in his face and locking as Amelia shouted…but both came to conclusion that it couldn't be explained.
Sighing and thanking what ever it was that had done that Goku walked down to his room, smiling as he threw his clothes off, replaced with pyjama's and climbed into bed. That lullaby like voice once again in his head, smiling as it sang in his dreams, lulling him in a deep sleep.
Clouded in view a shadow watched, the mirror's glass and illusion to the eye as it beheld the man they had so deeply become obsessed with. Although a smile graced their face it was hidden. Goku's sleeping body an image to them as their hand reached out to touch him.
TBC
Ok I was watching 'The Phantom of the Opera' and I came up with this, it's slightly different but a lot the same. Sept I'm not gunna have a love triangle in this like in the opera. Hope you like it and please review.
