Phantom of the Opera chapter 1 by blackdragonflower

Characters belong to Death Note by Tsugumi Ohba and Takeshi Obata

Main Note: Light is not related to his family in this story!

Credits-Further Disclaimers will be made at the end of the story.

-This story is based off Phantom of the Opera by Andrew Llyod Webber-

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Music floated through the air sending a pulse of excitement through those of the opera house. The conductor, a redheaded Matt moved his wrist with the beat keeping the musicians in time. The Prima Donna, Takada, hit the high notes, sending half the cast a chill up their spines. Matt pressed a finger to his temple but continued on nonetheless. Watari clapped his hands together bringing everyone's attention to him.

"Excuse me for the interruption!" The crowd hushed except for the occasional murmur or whisper. Misa and Sayu looked up from where they stretched with the other ballerinas. "I know there has been rumors of my retirement, and they are true. With that I'd like to introduce you to your new stage managers, Mr. Matsuda and Mr. Aizawa." Both males bowed their heads respectfully. "This is our ballet instructor Yagami Sachiko, our marvelous conductor Matt, and our beautiful Prima Donna Takada."

The dark haired woman walked over her head bowed dramatically. "Thank you very much... but if you don't mind, we have practice to return to..."

Aizawa cleared his voice and gave a smile. "Just one more moment please madam. Everyone... we would like to introduce you to our patron, Light." Aizawa and Matsuda stepped aside to reveal the richly dressed Light. The young brunette bowed.

"Good afternoon." Misa's mouth dropped. He was so handsome. Sayu pushed her hair behind her ear and nodded.

"He is quite the looker... but... he's not really my type." Sayu smiled sweetly. Misa had her eyes set on the Opera Populaire's new patron.

"Yes... Well, if you need me I will be in Winchester, England." Watari smiled kindly. "Good luck gentleman." The older man nodded his head and walked off. Light used his exit as a polite excuse to follow.

"He loves me..." Takada flipped her hair. "Loves me. Loves me."

Misa huffed and rolled her eyes. Sachiko ushered the new young directors to the edge of the stage as the ballerinas dressed as slaves took the stage. Matsuda's eyes wandered over the women. Aizawa made a comment on Misa. "Who's that young woman with the blonde hair... she's very talented."

"That is Misa Amane." Matsuda's mouth dropped and he pulled on Aizawa's sleeve.

"Who is that?" He pointed to Sayu a wide grin stretched across his face.

"That is my daughter, Sayu." Matsuda cringed a little but still smiled nonetheless.

"She's... very talented." He finalized. The singers and dancers ended the final number of the scene with a big dramatic finish. Matt ended the music with one final stroke. He gave a relieved look.

Takada stormed over and pointed an accusing finger at Matsuda and Aizawa, "You are just here for the dancing girls! Well, I hope your patron enjoys dancing girls too because I will not be singing!" The woman stomped off her dress swaying behind her.

"What should we do?!" Matsuda bit his lip.

"I don't know... isn't there someone that could take Miss. Takada's place?"

Matt rolled his eyes, needing to take his smoke break. "No. There's no understudy for Takada..." Matt chuckled underneath his breath, voice a whisper, "She's such a pompous woman anyway… I'm sure anyone could be better than her." There was a few chuckles amongst the musicians in the pit.

There was bloodcurdling screaming as Sayu pointed to a set that was rapidly falling. It fell on the edge of Takada's dress causing her to stumble. The woman beat on the floor with a fist and crawled weakly out from under the set with the help of others. "What's going on up there?!" Jack Neylon peered down from his post.

"I'm sorry I was just gone from my post for a minute… There's nothing here… but if there is, maybe it's a shinigami."

Sayu clung to Misa's arm frightened. "It's him, it has to be… the opera ghost."

"Opera ghost?" Aizawa questioned. "Shinigami? There's no such thing as ghosts or shinigami."

"Sirs… this is a letter for you…" Sachiko picked up an envelope from the floor and opened it. "It's from the Opera Ghost… He welcomes you to his opera house. His only wish is that you leave box five open for his use."

"You are fools! Believing in a ghost, shinigami, they do not exist! These things have been happening for three years and you have done nothing about it! I am done with the Opera Populaire until something is done about it." Takada yanked her way free of helpful hands and picked up her skirts. She bustled off.

"Good riddance…" Matt muttered. "So what are we going to do now that our star soprano is gone?"

Sachiko pulled on Misa's arm bringing her to everyone's attention. "Miss Amane could sing it."

"But… she's just a chorus girl…"

"Just give her a chance?" Sachiko pressed.

"Alright." The ballet instructor gave Misa a gentle push.

"Go ahead dear. Just do your best." Sachiko reassured her. Misa took a brave step forward hands clasped in front of her.

"Maestro…"

"Yes?" Matt looked up at the blonde female with interest.

"Would the aria in act three be alright?"

"I don't see why not Miss Amane… You heard the lovely lady's request." Matt tapped the edge of his stand. The musician's in the pit chuckled and scrambled with the paper to get organized. He gave Misa a wink mouthing 'Good luck sweetheart'.

Misa smiled sweetly. She closed her eyes letting the music fill her. With a deep breath she began to sing.

"Think of me. Think of me fondly when we've said goodbye… Remember me, once in awhile please promise me you'll try."

Anyone who had been chattering stopped and all were silent, frozen to their spots in amazement. Matsuda and Aizawa looked at each other and gave grateful smiles. They wouldn't have to cancel their very first performance, and that made them both very happy.

"When you 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 song eventually came to an end and Misa opened her eyes. "How did Misa do?"

"Magnificent!"

"We have a show."

Misa found herself grinning wide and bowed to Aizawa and Matsuda. "Thank you very much." Matt walked to the edge of the stage and patted the floor.

"Miss Amane…" The blonde girl scampered over and squatted and leaned over close to Matt so he could whisper.

'The angel of music will be very proud of you tonight. He'll be listening."