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"One, two, three go."
Band Name: Team 7
Drums: Sai
Bass guitar: Kakashi
Prime guitar: Naruto
Second guitar: Sakura (former member; currently away)
Vocals: Naruto
A calm rock baland song. The lights brightly showing the stage, the croud interested. All eyes on the members, except the ones he needed the most.
"When you were here before... I couldn't look you in the eye..." he focused on the song. Maybe "You're just like an angel..." he didn't want anyone else. "Your skin makes me cry..." maybe it was the years they lived together as friends. Maybe it was that time when he first talked to Naruto under that swing. Maybe it was his big warm smile and his beautiful eyes. He was there when he needed him, but not then. Not when he gave his last concert. That's what he believed. "You're so fucking special..." Why would he come for him anyways? He looked at the void above all people. He was tired.
"But I'm a creep..." the solo guitar, a melody from his soul "I'm a weirdo..." he missed the accidental kiss at school. "What the hell am I doing here?.." he missed the times he shared his lunch with Naruto. "I don't belong here..." he missed their first school fight.
But it's not the time now. He had already made the mistake.
"I don't care if it hurts..." That's a lie. The croud lit their lighters, moving them as one, right and left in awe. All members fit their role perfectly. Maybe Kakashi had a bit too many fans. But noone else mattered to Naruto. Not Sakura, not any friend. He needed his attention. "I want a perfect body" he at least got that. "I want a perfect soul" he blinked. His eyes started to blur. "I want you to notice." he couldn't stop staring at the void. "When I'm not around" he wanted him. More than anyone. He missed the time they joked around. Fake smirks, fake reasons to fight and fake opportunities, getting closer. "I wish I was special..." he wasn't... He didn't think he wanted Naruto back. He always avoided him after the incident.
"But I'm a creep" he hated that the other left. That he went to another band "I'm a weirdo" he hated that he had to wait for so long. He was too late. "What the hell am I doing here?" he wanted to go home. "I don't belong here" he lost.
And his heart? It cried.
"He's running out again..." he couldn't hold it in anymore...
"He's running out" he wanted to let it out.
"He run.. Run... Run.. RUUUN" His tears were hot. His voice almost failed him. His sorrow was great. No, don't sniff on the microphone you idiot! Crying on live was already much! "RUUUN!" His passion kept him both dead and alive... Well... Goodbye...
He decided it... He had to move away from him. "Whatever makes you happy..." That day, under the cherry tree, Naruto confessed his feelings to him. "Whatever you want..." The other never answered, he was in shock. "You're so fucking special..." That was obvious.
Naruto called him to come to his concert, if his answer was yes to his heart. One last chance. And he... "I wish I was special" He searched the croud... He...
Sasuke?
"But I'm a creep?" no... His eyes red.
"I'm a weirdo..." it can't be!... His eyes widened.
"What the hell am I doing here?" Sasuke was wearing that smile again. He teared up again.
"I don't belong here" the one that melted his heart. He was full of joy and doubt and hope.
... And at the back stage, when he met him...
"I don't belong here" they kissed.
Best applause ever.
"I thought you would never come..." he looked down, kind of hating himself, but excited as well. He didn't believe that Sasuke was in his arms and he was in Sasuke's once again. Though... This time it wasn't for a fight.
"I told you that day as well. "I'll come back!" I said, so here I am!" he smiled. They locked fingers in pain.
"YOU LEFT FOR THREE YEARS! WHAT COULD I EXPECT?!" he was mad at him. Sasuke was serious.
"Naruto..." he stared pained in his eyes. It was obvious. He missed the blond vocalist. He wanted to return to his old band. He made a huge mistake as well. He left him. He felt broken. But he was scared that Naruto wouldn't accept him back. He was ashamed and he wanted their good times again. He wanted him. "I love you"
"I love you too, bastard!" he understood. "...and I forgive you."