The Phantom of the Opera: Naruto Style
By: Unknownred
A/N: So I definitely made it different, in the prologue, I just hope the story goes as I planned. I do NOT own Naruto or its characters.
Summary: It isn't to be expected that the next title enthroned to thee Opera House would be someone who cares nothing for wealth, and loves those who are imprisoned within their own imagination. But can the title affect The Phantom to welcome the idea?
~ I have made my point into making the first chapter longer. And I hope to do so in the other chapters as I go along.
~ As to those who love The Phantom of the Opera by heart, the story doesn't intend to follow the same traits.
~ If some of you are confused in the next chapter on who is who. I'd be glad to welcome you the characters!
~ By all means, let the story continue!
~ P.S. – I noticed this story is kinda in between pre-edited of present and past tense, but don't worry! My friend/editor will help me out! Bear with me now. Enjoy : )
Chapter Two
Hinata and TenTen looks at each other then at Ino; their eyes wondering the same thing. The girl they have saved from the well, with green eyes piercing is the new owner to enthrone the title of thee Opera House.
"Well then, I must say, your father is a well thought out man, although I had expected to see him personally." Madam Tsunade spoke, nodding at Sakura.
"My deep apologies, Madam Tsunade." Sakura bows, one hand behind her back as much of a gentleman should do, she did.
Madam Tsunade then circles Sakura and finally she spoke, "Young lady, I advise you stay for the night and leave the next thing after tomorrow."
Hinata gasps inwardly.
"But on the contrary, even if I take leave, I will not have the guarantee of enthroning the title; so as much as you want me to leave, Madam Tsunade, I will stay until." Sakura spoke with much influence she can manage.
Madam Tsunade looks at Sakura with careful, stern eyes. Then she clicks her tongue and snaps her attention to everyone, "Why the stares? Get back to your routine! Hurry!"
Everyone then scurries to their rightful place, leaving Madam Tsunade, Sakura, and the three girls.
"Are you so sure you want to stay?" Madam Tsunade asks, turning back to Sakura, "Our guest rooms are full; filled with the others."
The others, Madam Tsunade is referring to are the top four senior guests to watch the play and rate the most particular girl of the show that caught their eyes and even, send for their sons to tend to these girls and keep record an proximately of 7 days in time to see if they will marry them or not.
The three girls shuddered at the thought. Sakura stood there, mindlessly, "I don't mind. I care not of the others. In fact, I am very informed of the others, I am not of use to them."
Madam Tsunade took a moment to eye Sakura, "It's not always we have such a guest yet an heir to thee Opera House."
Hinata scrambles to find her form of words, "Y-yes, Lady Sakura, but we d-do have only o-one room left…it's—"
Madam Tsunade laid a hand on Hinata's shoulder, cutting her off, "May I speak to you alone, Lady Sakura?"
Sakura looks over at Hinata who slams her mouth shut and looks down at the ground. Ino and Ten Ten reaches for Hinata and holds her in comfort. Sakura turns her attention back to Madam Tsunade.
"You may." Sakura spoke clearly.
"Ino, Ten Ten, please lead Miss Hinata to your dorms." Madam Tsunade said without looking at them, "I have an unfinished business to attend to with Lady Sakura."
Ino's lip parted as she looks from Madam Tsunade to Lady Sakura and then slowly nods, patting Hinata's shoulder and urging her to go upstairs.
"It's a pleasure in meeting you, Lady Sakura," Ten Ten smiles cheekily before following her friends, "I hope in due time, we meet again."
Sakura returns the smile and says, "We shall."
Madam Tsunade glances above her at the top stair case, her eyes flickering. Sakura turns her attention to Madam Tsunade who also returns hers.
"Shall we?" Madam Tsunade waved her hand into another room, her office. Sakura nods and walks with her to the room. She closes the door and walks to a chair where she sat and listened to what Madam Tsunade had to say.
"Lady Sakura, I am very aware that your father had made an agreement with me but I did not expect him to choose so… average." Madam Tsunade looked at Sakura, "A girl your age isn't fit to take his place at the Opera."
"I assume you think I'm not mature enough to take on this role? I'm sorry but my father strictly, and told me himself that I should undertake this as a part of learning how to and use wisely about the unseen world." Sakura made note, searching Madam Tsunade's eyes.
"I understand." Madam Tsunade whispered, "But this is not the proper association you should be in the middle of. I—"
"Then you have no problem with me going behind the scenes. I will not bother your show or ruin your reputation. I am only here for my father had sent me on half of his affairs." Sakura looked about the room, "And I dare not disobey my father."
"Of course not." Madam Tsunade clasped her hands together and leant back into her own chair.
The room was big, like a library and wide for files to be arranged in order alphabetically. It wasn't disarranged or disorganized like other offices Sakura has been in. The desk Madame Tsunade was sitting behind was neat and although it looked frail like it never had been touch, Sakura seemed to believe it never has been touched. There was no use in having a desk unless you needed either admiration of decoration or you just need a fill of space.
"Lady Sakura, are you blindly listening to what I am saying?" Madame Tsunade was now leant over her desk, raising a brow at Sakura.
Sakura pursed her lips, "Excuse my rudeness. I am listening."
"I've been often told young girls, like yourself and I used to be, well thought of. But I assure you, be cautious. This Opera is a mine of mazes and doors that leads to only he would know."
Sakura wasn't sure if she was referring the 'he' to her father or someone else. She'll have to make note of that and ask her later.
Sakura nodded, "Mind you, I'm big on adventure."
"So I've heard. Your father speaks very highly of you." Madam Tsunade smiles, "If you must stay on orders, I'd like to talk to your father personally when you go back. But for now, I advise you get some rest for tomorrow. You'll need it."
Sakura stands up, "And my room…is where exactly?"
Madame Tsunade stands, "I will show you."
Sakura follows Tsunade out the door and up a flight of stairs to the third floor, entering another stair case to the fifth floor. One room is valid, opposite from a large bay window leading outside to the frigid air.
"This will be your room for the time being." Tsunade opens the door to the room.
The room isn't big, just enough to fit a person, a bed, a desk, luggage and a small space to walk around.
"Not bad, I'd go with decent, really." Sakura spoke with care in her words, "Thank you Madame Tsunade. You may go now; I will take my nap now."
"Nap? I doubt you'll have plenty of that while you're here."
"Thank you again." Sakura closed the door after Tsunade walked out, heading back to her routine for the day.
Sakura looked about; not much to see. She unpacked her belongings and sat on the bed. She breathed in and slowly breathed out.
"I made it father." Sakura muttered, finally looking over her shoulder out the window, "I made it."
A soft knock came upon the walls; Sakura glanced around before catching a flash of black cross her window. She gasped and shot out of her bed, facing her full attention at her window.
"How strange…" She muttered, and then shook her head, "Must be a bird."
The next morning, Sakura woke up early, got dressed and headed out the door. When she made it to the bottom floor, she was surprised she even survived all that climbing up and down the stairs.
She walked around, examining entrances and exits to where certain doors lead to. There were two hall ways on the bottom floor that lead to a five different other hall ways. Sakura blindly chose and walked around till she got the hang of the halls. She used her hands against the wall trailing hither and tether about. They all seem to join one hall way in the end, the stage. Sakura guessed since there were a lot of performers they probably have a stampede racing towards their positions on the stage and so the Opera House was built with multiple of halls leading to somewhere. Sakura went along the way only stopping finally realizes there weren't any album on the walls.
Strange, Sakura thought aloud, but very exciting.
She ran a few steps ahead and stopped once again, zipping back a few before actually noticing a curtain. She reached forward, grasping the material, and tore it aside to see what's hidden behind. A Door!
Sakura's hand fled to the knob and she didn't bother to hesitate for she cracked open the door and took a peek.
"What do you find interesting in there?" A voice manipulatively announced out of the blue.
Sakura closed the door a tiny bit, leaving it a bit ajar. She turned her head and found a girl with red hair and glasses staring back at her. She took up a snobbish attitude and shot at Sakura with a manifest carelessness.
"What is a Sand girl like you doing here?" She said, "aren't you supposed to be back in your village, al' mighty where you live upon the rich and care nothing for the poor?"
Sakura said nothing.
"Oh I get it, you're here for Daddy's work, huh? Excusing him as if he sent you here." The red head spat, giving her a tiny smirk, "Well sorry to catch you off guard, we have nothing to hide here except an old Opera where it's been owned by no other than him, himself. You just can't take this lease away from him!"
There's that 'him' again, Sakura thought.
"Who are you referring to, exactly?" Sakura asked, quite intrigued.
"Why, the Phantom, duh!" The red head rolled her eyes.
The Phantom?
"And who may I ask is the Phantom?" Sakura asked, "Why, does he not show himself, reputation or pride? Have you seen this Phantom?"
"What! Of course not, no one has seen the Phantom!" Her voice shrilled through out the hall way, loud and clear. "Clearly, daddy has been keeping secrets from you, darling. The Phantom lurks in this House, I advise you leave before you regret coming here."
"If you think you can scare me away, it definitely isn't working." Sakura spoke, straightening her back, "Mysterious as it seems, I am not leaving any time soon."
"Well then!" The red head sneered, "I hope you go missing like the Phantom did!"
Then the red head stalked off and left only Sakura to herself and the hidden door.
Sakura muttered, "Good day to you too."
Sakura then turned her attention back to her quest before she was rudely interrupted. She opened the door and poked her head inside. She looked back, pulling the drapes back in place before going in. She walked inside the room. It wasn't as small as she was hoping, but big and fill of open space.
Why is a room like this abandoned and hidden? Sakura questions herself.
She walks around. There were no windows, no extra doors, and no portraits and there was definitely no light. She walks on, and hears a scrunch under her feet. She looks down. She doesn't see anything.
"It sounded like glass." She muttered to herself before bending down and reaching under her slipper. "Ow." She pierced her finger on the sharp edge where she picked up the item. "It is… glass. Mm."
A faint sound like a bell reaches Sakura's ears. Sakura turns slightly but stays where she is.
"A-a bell? Must be for the morning practice." Sakura muttered to no one in particular. She made no move as her stomach suddenly erupted in a fit of rumbles, "Or could be time for breakfast."
Sakura stands up, places her finger in her mouth and sucks on the tip where the blood oozes out. Sakura walks a few steps further and stops. Her stomach rumbles again. She sighs. She turns around and goes back to the door, opens it and with a glance back she thought she saw a blur of black past her but must have been her imagination teasing her, turned back around and walked out, closing the door behind her.
She walked back the way she came from and ended up in the dimmed entrance of the Opera House.
"Lady Sakura, Madam Tsunade is expecting you in the dining room." One of the mistresses crossed over to her, grabbing her arm and leading her away to the dining room.
"May I trouble you with a question?" Sakura asks, curiously.
"No, not at all." The mistress looks ahead and turns to the left, walking down the hall.
"I was wondering, if any of the other rooms are this dark, like," Sakura clicked her tongue, "for example, the room behind the curtain in the very second left hallway."
"Oh?" The mistress looks surprise, "Have not heard of that room in ages. Mind you, someone died in there; two actually."
Sakura looks up, surprised and witty, "Really?"
"Yes. Poor souls, trapped in that awful room, happened not too long ago, you see?" She says, turning another left turn, "A couple from the arena a couple miles yonder from here."
"What happened to them?"
"The brother of the man who was with his fiancé was jealous and locked him in from the east side, thinking he could scare him using his precious fiancé to do so with."
"Wait, east side? There's an east side to the room?" Sakura asked, startled.
"Well from what I heard, that is." She says, walking a bit slower, "The brother barred the door and went to the west side and began to make noises, almost scaring the couple to death from inside. He did it too, for he also scared himself to death when he came face to face with the Phantom."
"The Phantom…" Sakura whispers the word but continues to listen. "He was that scared that he killed himself and the couple?"
"Tragic story, isn't it?" The mistress shook her head in pity.
They walked up to the dining room door.
"If what you said is real, it could have been an accident." Sakura tilted her head up.
"What are you talking about? I say it's true, I believe it." She says, reaching for the door knob.
"Okay then." Sakura took a moment and then placed her hand on the mistress' arm, "The inside, there were no windows."
"There are, plenty. That room was used for the men's office when they relieved themselves with talk and smoke. Any worker who hadn't built windows or installed any in the Opera House is a bigger idiot to himself!" The mistress turned the knob and the door cracked open.
"Well, that's a mistake because there were no windows when I—" Sakura was about to say but the mistress cuts her off.
"Any one who goes in there will have the same curse, ye hear? Madam Tsunade strictly forbids anyone who enters the room for if they do, it will be a terrible consequence."
The door to the dining room is wide open and the mistress goes in, leading the way to Madam Tsunade. Sakura stands put, thinking about her experience in the room. She looks up to see Madame Tsunade's eyes peering back at hers.
Sakura smirks and walks over, "How exciting."
To be continued… : )