Disclaimer: I don't own any part of NARUTO. I do sure like it a lot though. I like them just enough to turn them into a Japanese rock band. Good luck, 'self. The band's name was my idea, and any song titles/lyrics were created by me too. All of Kiba's terrible jokes are from me as well, but I wouldn't advise telling any of them to your friends.
Notes: The band's name, Shirosuki, literally means "white heart" thrown together. I like it. It'll have a bit of relevance in the story. This is a shonen-ai story, so sorry- It won't be extremely graphic. It's not fluffy either, though. I hope whoever is bored enough to read it enjoys it partially. Leave a review or something. A happy face, I don't give a care. Story title is an L'arc en ciel song from their album, SMILE. Go buy it.
Just So You Know: This chapter (and most likely, following chapters unless specified, will be told from Sasuke's POV.)
Coming Closer
Prologue: Spiteful
True love and purity go together hand and hand, in most cases. I have yet to experience the purity end of the deal, but I've experienced what I thought at that time was true love.
It's hard to explain why I felt that way about the women I was with- I guess I was in the moment. I never truly enjoyed any of my past relationships though. It all felt unreal, like I was doing it just to say I was with someone. I didn't think anyone could feel that way, to be honest.
Being a musician gets lonely, so I suppose that fueled the fire. At first, I never thought about how things would be if I was abroad at all times. No one thinks of the real consequences that lie within fame. I'm not in it for the money either, don't get me wrong. I was just prepared to show my worth on stage, so naturally it was the only think on my mind.
I've been playing guitar since I was 13 years old. I got my first guitar from my father, a few years before he passed away. I don't have that guitar anymore, because to be honest, it wasn't that great. I used to play with my older brother, who had his own high school garage band. They never got anywhere; all his friends were completely wasted half the time. I'm pretty sure they were just doing it to avoid any other sort of work.
My mother never liked his friends, but she's not around anymore to dictate any of our actions. I've been an orphan since my 16th birthday. My brother had already left home to "find himself" and my mom died in her sleep. They say that she had no apparent signs of why she died. I think the sign was my father's death. She probably mentally beat herself to oblivion.
Even though I should have a lot of spite towards my brother for leaving me right after her death, I don't. I haven't seen him in 7 years, and I have zero intention on looking for him.
Now I live my life, breathe my air, and share stage with my three best friends. We make a living entertaining, and it's amazing. I don't think I'd have much of a future if I wasn't with these guys.
The ironic thing is I used to hate our lead singer, my best friend. Not just hate, loathe. He's changed a lot though and so have I. We can see eye to eye on just about anything. I usually joke around and tell him, "It's a good thing we're not in high school anymore- I might've asked you to my prom by now." He laughs at it every single time, but I don't. I've never been more serious in my life.