Meif'wa of the Opera

by GracieP8

This is the tale of a young, chorus-singer named Nana Ishida, who has been taking lessons from a mysterious tutor. Dante, Nana's childhood sweetheart, recognizes her at her triumphant debut, wanting to bring Nana back into his life. But, suddenly, Nana's mysterious tutor reveals himself to her. Now, will Nana ask everything of Dante or listen to the Music of the Night?

1. Prologue

I decided to begin "Meif'wa of the Opera" because I was just TOO excited and because I CAN! So… although the characters' backstories are changed for the purpose of the story… most of them will retain their personalities (Well, Zane will have the personality of his Diaries counterpart to better fit the Phantom (aka. Erik) though…). Anyways, enjoy!

NOTE: This fanfiction is rated T for murder, violence, and abuse. So if you're sensitive to/easily triggered by these topics... look away and find another fanfic!

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The stage of the Paris Opera, 1905

"Sold. Your number, sir? Thank you." the auctioneer continued as they showed the next item on sale. "Lot 663, then, ladies and gentlemen: a poster for this house's production of 'Hannibal' by Chalumeau. Showing here. Do I have ten francs? Five then." The auctioneer rambled on, trying to gain a better bidding "Five I am bid. Six, seven. Against you, sir, seven. Eight." he pointed to an elderly man "Eight once. Selling twice. Sold, to Dante, Vicomte de Chagny."

"Lot 664, ladies and gentlemen. A painting of a caged bird used in the 1812 production of Bellissimo. Ten francs for this?" The auctioneer resumed "Ten, thank you. Ten I am bid. Fifteen, thank you sir. Fifteen I am bid. I am going for fifteen! Your number sir? Thank you." Taking a pause for dramatic effect, he began "Thank you. Lot 665, ladies and gentlemen: a papier mâché musical box in the shape of a barrel organ." The description of the music box caught Dante's attention once more "Attached, the figure of a monkey in Persian robes playing the cymbals. This item, discovered in the vaults of the theatre, still in working order."

"Showing here." The assistant chimed in as he finished operating the music box. It was set in motion and began playing a familiar tune… leaving Dante a calm sensation as the music played… "May I start at twenty francs? Fifteen, then. Fifteen I am bid. Twenty, sir, thank you. Twenty."

"Twenty-five" A bidder cried.

"Twenty-five, thank you, Madame. Thirty? Selling at thirty, then. Thirty once... twice... sold for thirty francs to the Vicomte de Chagny. Thank you, sir"

The old man caressed the music box tenderly, an old memory striking in him as hot tears pricked at the back of his eyes. "A collector's piece indeed, every detail exactly as she said. She often spoke of you, my friend. Your velvet lining and your figurine of lead. Will you still play when all the rest of us are dead?"

"Lot 666, then: a chandelier in pieces. Some of you may recall the strange affair of the Phantom of the Opera; a mystery never fully explained." The auctioneer said dramatically, causing another memory to strike in him "We are told, ladies and gentlemen, that this is the very chandelier which figures in the famous disaster. Our workshops have restored it and fitted up parts of it with wiring for the new electric light, so that we may get a hint of what it may look like when reassembled. Perhaps we may frighten away the ghost of so many years ago, with a little illumination. Gentlemen?"

The chandelier lit up and the Opera House was restored to its former glory once more… Now, what on Earth is the tale of the Phantom of the Opera about? Well then, ladies and gentlemen; I will take you back to 1881 and I will tell you the story of a young and talented soprano, a childhood friend and… a mysterious masked figure… sit back and let the truth behind the tale unfold…

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Please review and tell me what you like/what I can work on! Enjoy the story!