Hello, my fellow kittens! I don't know why but ever since I became a fan of Star Wars Rebels I haven't been able to get this story out of my head. Please don't hurt me when I tell you that it is a yaoi (male X male), so if you don't like that sorta thing, please go away. :) For the people who do like yaoi please enjoy this. This is actually my first time writing a yaoi so please be nice, and if the characters are OOC then I apologize.

Anyways, this is just an idea I have that won't leave me alone until I finish writing it, so without further a due, here is Ch. 1. Enjoy!

EDIT: Hey guys! Long time no see! The last time I edited this chapter I still wasn't very satisfied with how it sounded. So, here is another (and complete) edit to Chapter 1. I would recommed re-reading it escecially the other chapters because I'm going to be changing a few things. Anyways, enjoy!

The Phantom of the Opera

Chapter 1 – Think of Me

The sounds of violins heard throughout the Opera House. Voices with melodic touches to them as the stage filled with dancers of different genders and species. They were practicing for a performance they had to do that night to keep the place up and running. A particular raven waltzed through the stage floor as he danced with his partner gracefully. His bright, electric blue eyes dimming with feeling as the sounds of music filled his ears.

He had been at the Opera House ever since he was a little boy after his parents died from a tragic disease. He was an orphan for most of his life as he lived brokenly out on the streets with nothing but his thieving skills to keep him alive. It wasn't long until he met a lovely Twi'lek woman who had been living on her own with her adopted daughter. Without a second thought, the woman eagerly took the boy in and started raising him as her own.

The teen had just finished lifting his partner when the rehearsal was suddenly interrupted. The manager of the building was walking towards them as he started to shout to get everyone's attention. "Everyone, may I have your attention, please, as you may know, there have been some rumors going around about me quitting my post as the manager of this building. I can now tell you that this is all true."

Gasps and murmurs sprang throughout the whole stage as people started to talk amongst themselves. The raven, however, wasn't very stunned by the news at all. He knew the man was going to retire one day; he didn't expect it would be today. Nothing seemed to interest the teen's thoughts anymore, so he just started to ignore the ongoing news about the new people who now ran the Opera House.

"So, it would give me great pleasure to now introduce you to the two people who now own the Opera House, Mr. Derik Knight, and his wife, Mrs. Violet Knight." The manager announced as the two known people waved at the group of singers and performers.

The newcomers greeted claps and cheers from all around. The first was a man with dark hair that hung loosely over his dark brown eyes. He dressed in a formal dress suit and pants while his wife clung desperately to his arm. It seemed the brunette woman was a little nervous about the new position she was in now. Her emerald green eyes glowed with wonder as she gave the happy crowd a shy smile.

"Thank you, everyone, for welcoming us into your theater," Derik said as he patted his wife's hand gently, "but we would also like to inform you about our new patron as well, Mr. Kanan Jarrus."

While claps emerged from the group of people, a young girl with raven hair that held blonde streaks in it, started to make her way towards the raven who wasn't paying that much attention. "Ezra, it's not polite to ignore our new guests to the theater." The girl teased as she nudged the teen's shoulder lightly.

Ezra rolled his eyes as he continued to look through some old music sheets on a table. "So? I'm not interested in meeting them when I'll probably never see them anyway, Sabine."

Sabine frowned as she sighed slightly. Ezra was always the stubborn type whenever it came to meeting new people. It seemed as if the teen didn't trust anyone except for her, their adopted mother, Hera, and himself. Sabine could still remember when she first met Ezra. He was only just a kid while she was almost a teenager. The two had grown close as brother and sister, but she still felt Ezra hid stuff from her. "Will you at least look at the new patron? He seems pretty handsome if I don't say so myself." The teen said as a grin started to form on her lips.

Ezra gave a huff as he lazily turned around for Sabine's amusement. Why couldn't she leave him alone? It wasn't that he had anything against the new people; he didn't feel comfortable around people he barely knew.

But this time it was a different story.

Once Ezra made contact with the new patron, his body stiffened instantly. Those stormy green eyes and dark brown hair pulled back in a ponytail were much too familiar to the teen. Ezra couldn't help but feel his cheeks start to heat up instantly as his blue eyes loomed over the slightly older man before him. His heart sped a million miles a minute as joy and excitement reached the teen's face.

"It's Kanan…"

"You know him?" Sabine asked, making the blushing teen jump. Sabine couldn't help but grin as she watched her "brother" struggle to keep himself calm.

"Y-yeah… you could say that. When my parents were still alive, Kanan and I were close friends. We would do everything together. He would even call me his 'Little Ezzy' which annoyed the heck out of me." Ezra looked over at Sabine to see she had a Cheshire cat grin plastered on her face.

"Little Ezzy, huh?" she said, teasingly with a smug grin on her face.

Ezra glared at her. "Don't even think about it."

"What? It's a cute nickname. Besides, he is handsome." The raven girl said as she turned her gaze back over to where the managers were talking as Zeb, the lead tenor, started to introduce himself to Kanan. The Lasat was nothing but a show off to all the other performers on stage. He thought he was the best out of everyone. Too bad most of the audience wore earplugs during his performances, not that that would upset the big ough.

Suddenly, Kanan was starting to make his way towards Ezra and Sabine. The raven boy straightened up a bit as his gaze fell to the floor to not catch Kanan's eyes. But as the man walked by him, he showed no sign in knowing Ezra at all.

Ezra frowned as he looked to where Kanan had walked off. What was he thinking? Of course, Kanan wouldn't notice him. It had been years when they last saw each other. He gave a small sigh, "Figures. I doubt he'd recognize me with it being so long."

"He didn't see you, Ezra," Sabine said as she grabbed the boy's hand for them to start rehearsal again.

The dance started as Ezra moved gracefully around the female dancers; dancing with each one as he passed by them. He was so caught up in the music that he barely even noticed that the new managers and his adopted mother, Hera, were watching him.

"Who is that handsome young fellow? Surely he's not related to any of you." Violet said as she nudged her husband's side with her elbow. She was impressed by Ezra's skills as she watched him dance around the stage.

Hera smiled. "Ezra Bridger. He's one of the most loyal and well male dancers we have here."

"I can see that without a doubt." Violet agreed as she watched the teen lift a girl into the air and then catching her in his arms.

The rehearsal was soon over as everyone started to take a break from their long practice. With everyone on recess, it was now time for Zeb to practice his solo for that night. Everyone couldn't help but grimace as they watched the Lasat walk up towards the center of the stage. Even Ezra winced as he started to hear Zeb sing actively, and very loudly.

"Think of me, think of me fondly, when we've said goodbye. Remember me once in a while. Please promise me you'll try. Then you'll find that once again you long to take your heart back and be –"

Suddenly, a backdrop from up inside the stage started to fall. Zeb was immediately tackled down by the sudden attempt as everyone screamed and tried to help the struggling Lasat back onto his feet. Uneasiness began to fill the air of the theater as everyone started to murmur to themselves about the opera ghost being unhappy about something.

Ezra couldn't help but listen to the sudden words that flowed through peoples' mouths. At first, the teen didn't believe that there was an opera ghost. It was just a silly ghost story that people used to tell their children whenever they visited the Opera House. Mostly it was to scare the children so they wouldn't miss behave. It was nothing to worry about, but after the past three years, Ezra was starting to suspect to believe that there was an opera ghost slowly.

"Mr. Zeb," Derik said as he helped the boiling Lasat back onto his feet, "these things do happen."

Zeb glared, as a low growl left his throat. "For the past bloody three years, these things do happen! And have you stopped them from happening? No!" the Lasat yelled as he started to walk out the door. "Until you guys stop these things from happening, I am not singing in this Opera House ever again!" he yelled as he stomped through the theater doors and slammed them shut with a powerful force.

All was silent by the sudden change of events. Who was going to sing Zeb's part in the show now? The managers started to talk amongst themselves as they tried to figure out a way to continue the program without canceling it. Hera could see the worried glances about the people and decided to step into the picture before all went crashing down.

"Ezra Bridger can sing it, sir." The Twi'lek said as she nudged her head towards the male dancer behind her.

Hearing his name, Ezra stopped what he was doing and stood up straight as he turned around.

"What, a choir's boy? Don't be silly!" Derik started as he shrugged the idea from his mind.

"He's been taking lessons from a great teacher," Hera said as she continued to persuade the two adults.

"Who?" Violet asked as she looked over at the young teen curiously.

Ezra couldn't help but grow shy by the sudden attention he was having. He wasn't used to this much attention. His nerves were starting to get the best of him as he gulped, he answered, "I-I don't know his name, ma'am."

"Let him sing for you, Mr. and Mrs. Knight. He knows what he's doing." Hera said as she put a supporting hand on her son's shoulder to try and calm his nerves. Thankfully, it was just enough to calm the young teen down just a bit.

Both adults looked at each other before the brunette woman gestured for the boy to come towards her. "Come on then. Don't be shy; start from the beginning." She said as she walked to the side with her husband.

Ezra slowly made his way towards the center of the stage. His mind was bobbling as he tried to calm himself. Stage fright was a big thing for him. It was one of the reasons why he preferred to dance. You were with a group, and you were all equal. Not one person had more favoritism than the other. If they did, then the group would fall apart, and that was something the theater could not have. It was different though when singing; especially if you were the lead. More pressure for one, and you were in the spotlight. Ezra didn't want that, at least, he didn't think he belonged there.

The sounds of violins filled the room. Ezra started to lose himself to the soft, soothing music before him. His breathing started to slow down until it was evenly with his body as he began to sing the first few verses.

"Think of me, think of me fondly, when we've said goodbye. Remember me once in a while; please promise me you'll try. Then you'll find that once again you long to take your heart back and be free. If you ever find a moment, spare a thought for me."

The room was filled with silent shocked faces as they watched and listened to the beautiful sound that left the shy fifteen-year-old boy's mouth. It would seem that they had just found their new singer.

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