A/N: This story is largely inspired by lives and friendship between Yehudi Menuhin and Stephane Grappelli. (Honestly, I've never seen two people so adored each other. XD) However, I'm taking this a notch further and make it a Narusasu/SasuNaru story, as in they will get together. Don't like, don't read, okay? No one is forcing you to do anything.

Warning: this story is set when our characters are in their thirties and in our universe, so they will be pretty OOC since they're supposed to be (more) matured. Also because there's no chakra, ninja war, massacre, or tailed beasts.

Disclaimers: I don't own any character from the Naruto universe. They belong to Kishimoto. I also don't own the songs I mention in this story. I have the playlist at the end of the chapters if you're interested. I am not a musician or is anyway involved in the industry. I just love all sorts of music and jazz in particular. I will try my best to be as realistic as possible but I'm not going to get everything right. Just so you know.

Chapter 1:

Sasuke had started to count his age by the years he had been playing the violin.

The memory of the first time he had taken up the instrument was starting to blur now that he was in his thirties. He remembered being in Itachi's room, watching his brother practiced, but then Itachi had turned around and offered to teach him. Sasuke, being so young, had been all too happy to do anything his brother had wanted. He only realized now that Itachi had been bored. His brother was never one for music to begin with let alone playing any by himself.

Some time after that, Orochimaru, his first proper violin teacher, had pronounced him a prodigy, and the memories of playing in the garden became concert halls, interviews, live sessions, parties with sponsors, and just hours and hours of practice where Itachi had been notably absent.

But it had been fine. Sasuke had genuinely come to love the violin and would have fought for it if he was any less talented. Being the music prodigy of the family also came with its perk. He had instantly become the center of their family life. His mother and father would move towns and countries for him if it meant getting him the best education and the best instruments. And like any brat, Sasuke had loved being spoiled by his parents. Anything he wanted, he got.

That, unfortunately, did not always translate to the people outside his immediate family. And it had no effect at all in the music circle itself. After all, Sasuke wasn't the only prodigy in the business. He was just the most persistent in following the classical tradition and the most well-marketed. Seeing that the violin genius wasn't going to go away from the classical-music scene any time soon, some moved on to other things. One of them was his most infuriating rival, now stylistically called himself Sai!

"Why am I watching this?" he asked as the screen showed the cloud of dry ice fading and a grand piano was lifted up in the middle of a tech-heavy stage. Screams could be heard from all around as girls waved their glow sticks and cried. A pop concert was such a far cry from the solemnity of the classical concert hall Sasuke so loved. In the latter setting, people were actually there to listen to the music.

"Oh, shush," said Sakura as she dropped herself on the sofa beside him with two cans of beer. She offered one to him. "Shouldn't you at least keep track of your friends?"

"That's your job," he replied before taking a swig from his can. Sakura was his manager, personal assistant, and a friend. She was the one who was supposed to take care of things so that Sasuke could just get on stage with his violin and be his genius self.

He could feel her rolled her eyes. "This is why Sai get millions of fans and you play for an old, rusty horde."

"They pay well enough."

"Urgh!" Hands went up in the air as Sai absolutely massacred Mozart's by adding an upbeat hip-hop flare. Sasuke scrunched his face as Sakura went on. "You're not the child-wonder anymore, you know. Or even the teen heartthrob. You have to build new relationships with the audience now, or else you're going to lose them at some point. You're still young and handsome, but you're an absolute dick."

"Is everybody having a good time?" Sai! shouted into his microphone with a large smile, a smile that actually looked a little weird on his face. The Sai that Sasuke knew had had this hideous all-purpose smirk that Sasuke had never been sure what it was supposed to mean. Now he had a proper show-biz grin that actually looked happy.

"People pay me to play the violin, Sakura. They don't pay me to be nice," he said as he tried to fight the gooseflesh forming from watching his rival played a pop piece as a rapper with two red-fang tattoo on his face added verses about a girl who was out of his league or whatever. Sasuke often wondered if there was nothing else for pop artists to sing about like, you know, The Four Seasons.

"That is not how music business works these day, Sasuke. Fifty years ago, maybe, but not today," Sakura said wisely. "Listen, you don't have to do pop music at all. You can keep doing classical music, but classical music fans don't always come to concert halls anymore. You have to be more accessible than that and more approachable."

"No."

"Oh, for ffff-sake," Sakura swore. She finally gave up talking to him and watched the recording instead. The pyrotechnics were making Sasuke's eyes hurt and his stomach burnt in rage. This was not about music at all. This was a series of spectacles designed to keep people's attention. And he hated it. What he hated more was the fact that Sai was riding the wave of adoration that was not about him being a brilliant pianist but his manufactured personality. Was this really something a person needed to do to be 'successful' these days? Liszt would have been appalled.

The next few songs were more tolerable as Sai went through the mix-match of pop and classical. The excitement at the start of the concert calmed down a little, and the pianist even get to show off his skills on a show-stopping short concerto. The crowd was quiet as a string quartet accompanied the piano. The camera panned the hall, focusing on faces staring at the stage as if in rapture, some even crying from how moving Sai played. And that was Sai the piano prodigy, shining brighter than any stage effects with just his hands on the ivory keys. The piece was long enough that Sasuke forgot for awhile that this was supposed to be a pop concert, that Sai had told him he was bored of being second in the concert hall and he was going to find his own way outside of it. It was as if the man had never left.

The piece came to a tender end, and, as soon as the note stopped, the hall erupted in cheers and screams. Sai stood, tired but delighted, and he waved and bowed to the crowd like he would after playing a solo piece. Even Sakura was clapping loudly, elated by the performance.

But that wasn't the end of the concert. Sai took the moment after the long applause to talk to his fans, thanking them for coming - the standard 'I-won't-be-here-without-you' speech. He talked about the piece he'd just played and his classical background, his relationship with music and what he thought of it. All of this was kind of bizarre to Sasuke because Sai never told him any of this and they had known each other since they were ten and working the prodigy circuit. They weren't friends, but they shared an experience that his rival clearly did not with this faceless crowd. Still, he spoke on, interrupted here and there with cheers and loud shouts of 'I love you.' These people who knew nothing of a piano aside from how it sounded seemed to be lapping his story up in stride. And Sai looked happy talking about it, which was even weirder because the Sai he knew would never let his guard down this much least of all in front of several cameras and hundreds of cellphones.

"So when I started making this album, I met this guy," he said. Cheers erupted, and Sai laughed. "No, I'm not going out with him, but thanks for the support." There were laughter all around and a few more screams. "He has pretty much convinced me that there is no boundary in music, genre or otherwise, and he has given me the courage to experiment as much as I did for this album. So I thought, it's only appropriate that I write something for him in return." At that, Sai, once again, took his seat in front of the piano. "And this is the song."

With that, everything went quiet. Sai touched the key and it sounded like nothing Sasuke had heard him played. It was just a line, like a child stumbling on a piano before he began to understand rhythm or melody. The note were sparse, then getting denser and denser, more complex and cleaner. He even noticed a tribute to Pachelbel's Canon and Beethoven's Fifth, layered with other sounds that was almost like noise that got quieter and quieter as the tune became more refined. And Sasuke was reminded how Sai used to play as a child - precise, clean, and soulless. Orochimaru had told him that Sai would have been unparalleled if he had some angst in him to break out of his shell.

But he didn't, and the tune got quieter, sadder, the note again became sparse. It felt like listening to a glorious tree dying in the middle of a beautiful garden. Sasuke felt a lump stuck in his throat.

Then suddenly, there was a sound of a violin - three clean notes so high they made Sasuke gasped. They pierced through the sound the piano like a lightning bolt, and the crowd seemed to be holding their breaths. A pause, an emptiness, and then the violin started to play again, now a line - bold but tender. Sai responded on the piano. The violin came back. The piano responded again, and Sasuke thought of a child alone in a playground who was suddenly approached by another child with an offer.

Do you wanna play together?

Then, the song suddenly became something else. It was not a violin piece accompanied by a piano, it was not a piano piece supported by a violin. They ping-ponged back and forth, and for the first time Sasuke watched Sai went nuts on his keyboard, playing with such a passion that would have made Sasuke envied if he was younger. The violin responded in kind with the sound that Sasuke did not know the instrument could make. His heart pounded.

Suddenly the stage floor opened up, and a man and his violin were lifted up. His blond hair was the first and only thing Sasuke noticed that wasn't his playing. Once the smoke cleared, Sasuke just could not take his eyes off the bow and those nimble fingers. The man played like nobody Sasuke had known, with no reverence or hesitation. The violin simply became his servant, singing its heart out for its master.

The piece came to a grand finale where the two of them played on top of each other. The back-and-forth became so tight it was as if they were fighting now, but they weren't. They never lost the harmony or the rhythm as they spiralled up on each other's energy, exploding at the end with a vibrato so pure and beautiful that something inside Sasuke seemed to implode. The crowd collectively gasped and then went silent for a second before everyone erupted into hoots and cheers. Sai got up from his seat and hugged the man so tightly Sasuke thought he might suffocate him. The blond smiled and hugged back. The crowd went even crazier.

"Ladies and gentlemen, Uzumaki Naruto," Sai said into the microphone, sounding prouder than he ever had been about his own playing. The blond gave a brilliant smile, a bow, and a wave, and Sasuke felt his stomach sank.

/***/

The first thing he did after hanging out with Sakura was going to his laptop and searching the name Uzumaki Naruto.

Part of it was bafflement. Sasuke found it impossible that he couldn't have met or heard of Naruto before. Someone so naturally gifted with the bow must have been in the prodigy circle before. How come his name hadn't even been mentioned?

Unfortunately, the internet did not think this was an interesting question because the first entry with the title Who is Uzumaki Naruto!? listed mostly the rumours regarding his relationship with Sai with only a brief mention of his occupation as a violinist. And it wasn't the only page along this line. Questions about Naruto were asked in interviews where Sai reiterated that they were simply friends and collaborators, although he made no attempt to hide how much he adored Naruto as a musician and as a person. Fangirls' ovaries exploded in the comments, and fan fictions were written about the two with the content that Sasuke would not repeat even in summary.

The thing was, Sai was a terrible tease. He seemed content to keep Naruto's full identity a mystery to the world, a fact that one interviewer noted. Sai just laughed and told her that, "You know I don't control the internet, right?" His smugness grated Sasuke. "People like to think that the internet has everything about real life nowadays. You can google anything and it would come up. But we all know that not everything on the internet is real and not all real things appears on the internet. They are extensions of each other, not mirrors." Sasuke could almost hear how pleased Sai was with sounding so savvy and modern and totally avoiding the question. When asked if Naruto would tour with him, he said, "I'd love to have him with us, but Naruto has his own stuff, so I can't have him for all my shows. I try, though. He's going to be a surprise guest in some, that's all I can say."

And the guy did show up, as evident in a video clips Sasuke found of Sai and Naruto playing together and Sai failing miserably for some reason on his improvisation. "I'm sorry, guys," he told the adoring crowd who still cheered him on.

Naruto placed an arm around his shoulder in a one-armed hug, and, for the first time, Sasuke heard him speak, "Don't worry. Improv takes practice, too. And he's done great, right guys?" The crowd cheered louder.

Sai chuckled. "This is why you're the jazz master, and I'm not."

Sasuke froze at the word: Jazz.

Of course, it was jazz. Someone who could improvise like he was just going for a walk couldn't have been in classical music, could he? Sure, classical musicians was able to improvise but most likely under the threat of death and torture and with a lot of kicking and screaming. Sasuke was surprised that Sai would subject himself to the dire possibility of public humiliation the way he did.

He opened up a new tab, typed in Uzumaki Naruto jazz violinist, and rejoiced when all the junks involving Sai disappeared. What was left, unfortunately, was not much. Sasuke found a few posters for concerts with pictures of Naruto in a nice-looking suit and a violin by his side, his eyes a startling shade of blue. Sasuke compulsively saved those even though they were out of date by over a year. There was no new announcement of a show anywhere, and yet Sai said he was busy. With what?

Then, after old leads to poorly taped videos by members of the audience, Sasuke finally found something relevant. Naruto apparently had an unofficial fan page on Tumblr, and the girl who managed it had stalker-level skill in getting any info about him from offline. There were even pictures of Naruto's with his fans, a lot of them young women. One of the pictures was Naruto on a dingy stage playing his violin with a band taken very recently. The caption below said, "Got a ticket for The Ninjas today. And OMG!" followed by a string of exploding hearts.

Sasuke scrunched his face. The Ninjas? Who came up with that lame-ass name? Not to mention it was so unoriginal that there was no way Sasuke could have stumbled upon them searching the term, and he didn't even like online marketing.

He scrolled down some more and found a scan of an interview in a jazz magazine with all the band members. On the side were pictures of them fooling around with Naruto laughing his guts out in one of them. Sasuke saved it before he began reading the interview.

"Congrats on the new album!" the interviewer began. "I guess the first thing everyone wants to know is what bring this on. Some of you aren't even jazz musicians at all, are you?"

"Well, now we are," replied Chouji. Everyone laughed. "No, I was a drummer in a metal band before this. I have always listened to jazz, though. Shikamaru here is my good friend, and he's a proper bass player since high school. We go to each other's concerts all the time. But, yeah, I only learn the intricacy of being in a jazz band very recently."

"Is it very different for you?"

"Oh, totally. I used to really have a go at it, like, you know." Chouji did an imitation of how he banged his head while playing in metal concerts. "Naruto still likes me doing it, but the style is very different now."

"Actually, Naruto, you were on a roll with your solo career just before this. What prompted you to start a band? And why The Ninjas?"

"It's because we used to roleplay Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles in primary school." Everyone laughed again. "Unfortunately, we can't use that name because it's trademarked, so we go for The Ninjas. We still call each other by our turtle monikers backstage, though. I'm Michelangelo. Shikamaru's Donatello. Chouji's Leonardo. And Ino's Raphael."

"So, you all know each other from your childhood."

"Yeah. For some reason, we all end up with a music career, and we still keep in touch. So, I thought, why not. These guys are my best friends after all. And having a solo career can be really lonely at times. Of course, I worked with a band as we toured, but it's not quite the same as having people you can riff off of and share your energy with and work on something that is ours together. Making this album's been a blast."

"Well, speaking of this album. I have to bring this up because I know a lot of people have this question in mind. We can't help but notice that you have a new violin, and some have been saying that it's a Stradivarius given to you by a very wealthy heiress of a real estate empire."

"Oh, god, not this again," muttered Naruto as his friend mockingly jeered. "First off, it's not a Strad. It's a very old violin and that's probably why people think it's a Strad, but no. I had wanted a good violin for a long time, so I saved up for this baby. I didn't get it as a gift."

"So the rumour of a girlfriend is out?"

"No girlfriend."

The interviewer noted a twinkle in his eyes. "A boyfriend, then?"

"Oh, you're bold," said Ino. "But, no. He's my arm-candy right now. He's not allowed to have girlfriend or boyfriend."

The interview shifted to Ino - vocalist, pianist, and a R&B artist with some success. She talked about the close tradition and history of black music and how she approached it as a white-Asian person. He skimmed the rest of the interview on Shikamaru who didn't say much anyway. They came back to Naruto briefly to talk about his collaboration with Sai, but there was nothing new in his response. Sai was a genius. Working with him was a blast. Yada, yada. Sasuke skipped all those, noted their album title, and opened a new tab to look for it.

And, boy, was it hard.

Sasuke thought finding an album of classical music was hard, but he was not prepared by how hard it was for him to find a physical CD of a newly minted jazz band who, apparently, divided the jazz crowd so badly some denounced their music as a debauchery of the jazz tradition. One reviewer mourned on and on about Naruto wasting his god-gifted talent on a group of amateurs. On the other side, people praised their boldness, their creativity, their evident synchronicity, one going as far as saying Naruto was on the course to be the next John Coltrane, who, according to Wikipedia, was the closest thing to a god in the long-gone golden era of jazz.

After all that, Sasuke just had to get a CD. Then, after much searching, he caved, signed up for an iTune account, and bought the digital files so he could listen to it now.

And that was exactly how Sakura found him the next morning - in his office, in front of his computer, jazz playing in the background, and not a wink of sleep. "What on earth is going on?"

By that time, Sasuke was probably on the third or fourth repeat of the album and knew exactly how high Ino's voice could go as she improvised in her solo. He turned the volume down. "Good morning to you too, Sakura."

His friend stared at him for a second, like she couldn't believe what she saw. "You haven't slept."

"No."

She sighed, exasperated. "Sasuke, you have an interview today, and you're super cranky without enough sleep. What am I going to do with you?"

"Well, you can do something for me, and I promise I won't bite the interviewer's head off," he said. "Find where and when The Ninjas is going to play next."

/***/

"Are you sure you don't want me in there with you?" Sakura asked him after dropping him off in front of The Gazelle, a jazz club previously a cabaret house. The new owner didn't think it proper to tore down the old historic sign and so left the sensual swirl of red neon right where they were.

"I'm fine," Sasuke said. As much as Sakura was his partner in crime, he didn't think she would understand it. She had asked him on their way there whether he felt threatened by Naruto and whether that was the reason he needed to see the man performed live. Sasuke's answer was no, a monosyllabic reply. Sakura seemed content with that, so he didn't felt like elaborating.

The thing was Naruto really wasn't a threat to Sasuke; he had resolutely beaten him without trying. The more Sasuke listened, the more he heard the free-spirited way Naruto engaged with the music, the command he had on the instrument, and the emotion so raw and bare it made Sasuke's heart hurt. It had gotten to a point where Sasuke had to stop listening because Naruto's towering presence was beginning to affect his playing, chipping at his own confidence so much that there were times when Sasuke felt like he could not play at all. Nerves was nothing new to him, but nerves at this level was unprecedented for a performer of his caliber.

When he first asked Sakura to get a ticket for him, he just wanted to have a listen. Now, he needed to see Naruto, to make him human again, otherwise, Sasuke didn't know how to keep on playing.

He handed over his ticket at the front door before checking in the coats and heading in. The inside was quite full, filled with people who seemed to come from all walks of life. Some were there in jeans, t-shirts, and backpacks as if straight out of the university's lecture hall. Others were in nice suits and evening dresses, ordering flutes of champagne instead of tall glasses of beer. Sasuke shuffled through the crowd, ordered a martini at the bar, and made his way quietly to a seat near the wall, hoping that no one here recognized who he was. Sasuke really didn't want to deal with public relation at this moment.

The light on the stage lit up, and people took the cue to get to their seats. The side curtain shifted and out came Naruto, wearing a slightly too small black t-shirt with a Ninja Turtle on the front. His blond hair shone in the spotlight as he grinned at the audience, now hooting and cheering.

"Hello, everybody," He said into the microphone. Someone in the back hooted. The blond waved at him. "You didn't expect me to MC my own show, did ya? The thing is my first gig in jazz was in my first year of college, doing MC's here at The Gazelle." Some more cheers. "Yeah, I called it my first gig, but I didn't really get paid for it. I mean I was on stage for five minutes each night. Anymore than that, Tsunade over there would send a tomato flying at my face." People laughed. "Anyway, because of that gig, I got to talk to a lot of jazz musicians, and I couldn't deny that it helped start my career. So I'm really glad to be back here. Thank you for having me." Everyone clapped, welcoming their homeboy. The blond looked at his watch. "Okay, since my five minutes is almost over, and I can see a tomato at the back. Please welcome The Ninjas - Yamanaka Ino, Nara Shikamaru, Akimichi Chouji, and, of course, me."

Naruto disappeared for a second to grab his violin as his friend filed out onto the stage. The crowd clapped and cheered. Ino, the blonde-haired girl, took the mic. "Well, I've never thought of using a tomato on him before. Maybe I should start doing that." Again, people laughed. She smiled. "Let's start the night with something easy, shall we?"

They really did start out simple, a catchy jazz tune with Ino's voice singing gibberish as she swayed to the rhythm. Her voice sounded just like another instrument in the band - not leading, not overpowering. The violin came in softly, like a besotted suitor to her melody. It was the kind of song Sasuke expected in a hotel bar rather than a concert, but as it turned out, it was just a warmup for the audience because in the next song The Ninjas launched right into what they were good at - a mix of music genres with jazz at its core. Ino even got to showcase her songwriting and vocal power when they reimagined one of her R&B songs as a blues. Chouji got a chance to go crazy with his drums in another reimagining of his metal song. Shikamaru's song was pretty tamed, but then again, bass wasn't the loudest of instruments. All these were interspersed between songs chosen from their studio album.

The longer the show went on, the more restless Sasuke became. The music was good and everything, and he was having a good time, but he was here to see Naruto and he hadn't seen him, yet. All the blond did so far was supporting his friends, doing a bit of solo and improvisation here and there but nothing of the height Sasuke knew he could reach.

Sasuke was fiddling with his empty martini glass when Ino said something about the last song being from an old movie called Casablanca. He was willing to bet that some the wet-behind-the-ear college students in the crowd had no idea which movie she was talking about. Sasuke only knew it because his father loved it. He could never really get into it with the sentimentalities and all that, especially since the woman the protagonist got hung up on was clearly still in love with her husband. His father had just tutted and told him that Sasuke was too naïve about the matter of the heart. Well, that might be true, but he'd rather be naïve if it meant not over-complicating his life.

He was about ready for Ino to sing again when she, instead, walked over to the upright piano and began to play. She was a decent pianist, as Sasuke knew from the record, but she wasn't good enough to solo or improvise. So he knew this couldn't be her song, and his heart began to pound.

The first note of the violin, and Sasuke felt something inside him melt. Naruto swayed gently to the subdued rhythm as he let the instrument sing a melancholic tune - now fast and then slow, lingering on a phrase, an idea. The song that was about the universality of love suddenly changed its meaning in a way Sasuke did not anticipated. Love, the strings seemed to cry, why do you escape me when you are everywhere I can see. There was loneliness and pain and beauty in the way Naruto went from note to note, sustaining a few then powering through others. Ino's piano followed as if to console his angst only to have him run away to another wistful contemplation that felt so personal, so raw. Sasuke could only wondered why. Did something happened between Naruto and his lover? Or was it because there was no one? How could that even be possible for someone so sensitive and thoughtful?

The ending of the song had no resolution, no happy-ending. The hall was silent for what felt like forever after the last note had died, everyone lost in their own thoughts. Then a woman stood up, clapping as tears streamed down her face. The man next to her did as well, then the next and the next and the next, and soon the entire room was doing a standing ovation. Sasuke didn't. He didn't clap, either. He just couldn't move. His body was a ball of emotions that he was afraid might explode.

For a moment, he thought he shouldn't have come. Being in the same room with Naruto, feeling his energy, seeing how affected he was by the music, and how he, in turn, affected his audience, was more than Sasuke had bargained for. Naruto wasn't just a talented violinist or a talented musician; he was at a different level, a level Sasuke knew for a fact he could not reach. He wasn't the kind of guy who could be vulnerable and still able to command the song the way Naruto just did.

There was no topping that performance, and The Ninjas seemed to know this. "Thank you so much. Thank you," Naruto said into the mic. Sasuke swore he saw tears in the blond's eyes. "I hope I didn't just ruin tonight for you guys." He chuckled nervously, but then some people started to whistle. The applause came back again, and Naruto seemed to be able to pull himself together. "Okay, so, in case you haven't noticed. We have some CD's in the back. Moegi is going to handle all those stuffs for you." A ginger girl waved as the blond said so. "Me and the guys will be out there shortly if you'd like autographs or a chat." Then he bowed. "Thank you again for tonight."

The cheers went on as The Ninjas retreated backstage. A line started to form at the CD table right after. Sasuke got up then, placed the martini glass on the table, and walked to the side of the stage. He didn't really think of what he was doing right then and a part of him expected somebody to stop him, but no one did. The place was too small and too understaffed that Sasuke could just walked to the backstage area with absolutely no one noticing. He easily identified the dressing room door and opened it.

The three occupants in the room turned to him almost immediately, but they didn't seem too alarmed by his presence as Sasuke walked in, trying his best to keep his cool. "Is Naruto here?"

He hoped he sounded familiar enough to pass off as a friend and none of them called security. Shikamaru actually looked like he might do just that before his eyes suddenly widened. "Blimey," he muttered.

"Naruto, are you expecting someone?" Ino shouted as she approached another door in the back of the room, a closet perhaps, since the blond came out of it with his shirt still partly unbuttoned. He said no, saw Sasuke, promptly tripped on his own toes, and smacked him face onto the floor.

"Holy shit! Are you alright, man?" Chouji said as he helped his friend back up on his feet.

Naruto rubbed his nose. He looked up at the raven again, mouth agape, and croaked out,

"Uchiha Sasuke."

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End of Chapter 1

A/N: the playlist

- I actually based Sai's career loosely on the chinese virtuoso Lang Lang and the pop star Jay Chou with his own twists and turns combined into the mix. The song he did with Kiba is based on the sounds that I think of quintessentially Jay's (not that I know a lot about Chinese pop, mind you). Try, Nocturne, In the Name of the Father, Wounds of War, for example. The song Sai played with Naruto, however, is totally made up.

- The song Ino scat is also fictional, but you can choose any Ella Fitzgerald's scat song for your playlist.

- The song Naruto solo is based on Stephane Grappelli's rendition of As Time Goes By. The tone is very different from the original, I feel.