Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto.
Author's Note: This chapter was short on purpose. There was also a big lack of dialogue for a reason, so don't worry! Next chapter will have lots of character interaction!
Summary: His music expressed how I felt about him... expressed that which could not be said and on which it was impossible to be silent. SasuNaru. NaruSasu. First ever bandfic!
Dear. My. Love
by Vanitywantsyou
Prologue: The Musician
"Sir, it's getting late."
Uchiha Sasuke spared a glance at the clock across the office, then went back to work.
"I'm staying a little late tonight, Miyano-san," he informed his secretary. "Have a good evening and drive safely."
The much older woman tossed him a concerned look before pushing in her desk chair and shrugging on her thick coat. She left the huge top-floor office and shut the door behind her with a quiet but audible click, leaving the dark-haired man to his rather large pile of work.
Not even five seconds later, there was a drawn out sigh and a loud creaking.
Sasuke pushed his chair back and stretched, not too happy about all of the work he had to get done. He usually had his interns sort through all of his paperwork, but all three of them had recently graduated and he hadn't found the time to bring in anyone else. That lack of time left him with all of the grunt work, much to his chagrin.
Tapping the end of his pen against his desk, he looked at the clock again. Bright white numbers read 11:04 p.m. He was tired, that was for sure, and he didn't have enough experience with all-nighters to know if he wouldn't just pass out at his desk within the next hour.
There was a resounding groan.
After a moment of thinking, he stood up and began gathering all of his work together into one thick pile. Opening the bottom drawer on his left, he pulled out a brown leather briefcase so he could begin packing away all of the documents and folders. He'd rather do some work at home with a cup of coffee than risk falling asleep at his desk. He was sure he'd never hear the end of it if that happened.
That train of thought made him scowl.
If he would've known the transfer from his family's sub-company in Kyushu would've landed him a position right beneath Itachi, he would've gladly quit and dealt with the full force of their father's anger with a sincere smile on his face. Anything would've been better than working for his sadistic older brother.
Closing his briefcase, he hoisted it off the desk and began a firm walk to the office's glass door. He opened it and stepped out, making an immediate left so that he could take the elevator down to the ground floor. Even if it was going down, twenty flights of stairs was a little too much for him this time of night.
"Heading home, sir?" a much taller man smiled and held the elevator door open.
Sasuke nodded and entered, thanking the doorman. His stomach lurched as they made their descent downward.
"You must be very busy lately," the dark-skinned gentleman pulled him into a conversation, "what with your interns having graduated and all. Have you been able to find replacements?"
"Unfortunately, I've been too busy to openly search," Sasuke replied smoothly, looking down at his wristwatch. He hoped it didn't take too long to get home.
The doors opened quickly and he stepped out into the freezing parking garage, his lithe frame being wracked with shivers despite his thick coat.
Ice covered the ground in some spots and Sasuke was careful with where he stepped, knowing all too well that his name-brand business boots were more of a fashion statement than a safety precaution.
He reached his car and pulled silver keys from his pocket, unlocking the front doors and slipping inside. He immediately fumbled with the buttons to turn on the heat, his teeth chattering and his fingers already becoming stiff. He truly did hate winter.
Suddenly, a chorus of violins rung out and the raven reached for his phone, lifting himself up to fish it from his coat pocket. He brought it to his ear and answered while buckling himself in and pulling out of his parking spot, wiggling his fingers on the steering wheel to loosen them up in the flooding warmth.
"Hello?" he made himself comfortable and headed toward the exit.
"I know it's late, but can you meet me at Lumar's in twenty minutes...? I miss you."
Sasuke didn't hide his frown.
"Sakura, it's almost midnight," he said and turned right on the road just outside of the parking garage.
"I know, sweetheart, but I can't sleep and we haven't had a proper date in almost two weeks."
"Going to Lumar's in the middle of the night doesn't count as a proper date," he tried not to sound annoyed. He didn't want to deal with her at the moment; he just wanted to go home and get some sleep, not sit around a jazz club with a woman who was sure to give him a heavy dose of constant complaints. "I'll take you out this Friday."
There was a sigh on the other end. Sasuke almost sighed himself.
"But, Sasuke-kun, don't you miss me? We're getting married soon! We need alone time together!"
Sasuke liked his job, he liked his social status, and he liked his family's prestige. Being an Uchiha was something he was always proud of and he enjoyed the perks. But with all of the positives that came with his surname, there were accompanying negatives. He was never allowed to enjoy things that most people were able to indulge in... and he was expected to marry whomever his family deemed fit.
That person happened to be Haruno Sakura, the heiress to a large company that the Uchiha family had worked with for years. She was a ball of energy, fiesty and alluring. Wherever she went, men and women gawked and wished they had her as their own. She was gorgeous, a real-life Barbie- with large doe-like eyes, bubblegum hair, and the perfect hourglass figure. She was beyond desirable.
But Sasuke only ever found her annoying. He didn't love her. He didn't even like her.
However, his parents thought she was the greatest thing ever. And no matter what Sasuke felt on the matter, it was what his parents thought that counted. So with a reluctant sigh, he gave in to her wishes, to make his parents happy. Not her.
"I'll be there in a little under fifteen minutes. I just left work."
"Thank you, Sasuke-kun! I love you!"
Then she hung up.
Veering to the right, Sasuke took a ramp onto the highway. He scowled. Work should've been his number one priority, but there he was driving to meet up with his fiancee for an evening that would most likely keep him out until four in the morning. He tossed his phone onto the passenger's seat and ran his hand over his face in an attempt to rid himself of exhaustion.
"I'm tempted to go home and leave her waiting for me," he mumbled to himself.
He drove about five miles before taking an exit on his left, his dark eyes falling onto the illuminated sign of Lumar's a little down the road between a Roppongi spa and a four-story movie and dining plaza. People were leaving and entering constantly, all dressed in expensive dresses and suits.
Turning right, he pulled into the decent-sized parking tier designated for the owner and employees of the bar. He reached down into the pocket of his door and pulled out a slim sign that said 'VIP', hanging it on his rear view mirror for everyone to see. He looked across the street at the entrance to the bar, seeing his pink-haired princess standing off to the side in a short golden dress with a thick black belt wrapped around her small waist, heels to match and hair primped perfectly.
"She knew I would come," he noted angrily, stepping out of his car and locking the doors. With smooth strides, he made it to the busy sidewalk and ignored the stares he got from everyone, no doubt in his mind that half of the people there that night were fellow company CEO's wanting to cool off from work. There were a good bit of familiar faces, but no one said anything to him, which he was thankful for.
While waiting for the light the change, he stood with his hands in his pockets, trying his best to ignore Sakura's persistent waving. She had a large smile on her face, one that was drawing the attention of many around her.
He scoffed.
"What is he doing here?" a whisper came from in front of him, from a well-dressed woman. She was holding her husband's hand and eyeing someone with a frown. "He looks like he belongs in Harajuku, not here," she sneered. "That visual kei style is horrible..."
A thrum of guitar strings caught him off guard, the sound coming from a few feet beside him. Turning enough to not seem like he was obviously staring, he watched an oddly dressed male adjust himself on a light brown folding chair. He had himself backed up on the bend in the sidewalk, an acoustic guitar in place and a somewhat happy smile on his face. He gently tapped his foot on the ground as he adjusted the strings.
He couldn't help but raise two thin brows at the man's outfit. He'd been to Harajuku many times on business trips, but he'd never spent much time on the streets observing the fashion there. He almost wish he had because he was sure it would've kept his interest.
Glancing at the light, he noted it probably wouldn't change anytime soon due to the congested main street, so he headed toward the male with his hands still firmly stuffed in his coat pockets. He stopped in his tracks, though, when the guy lifted his head to reveal a black cloth wrapped around his head, covering his eyes from everyone.
Strawberry pink was streaking through his blond hair on the right side, something Sasuke couldn't help but stare at. He wondered if that was his natural hair color.
There was another thrum, then the blond man leaned forward and began tapping his foot on the ground rather vigorously. After a few taps, he began playing.
"Sasuke-kun!" Sakura called from in front of the bar, waving her arm to get his attention. "The light changed!"
But the raven-haired Uchiha couldn't hear her.
While everyone else walked on by like they couldn't hear anything, Sasuke stood firmly in place and listened to the melody the man played out on his guitar. He'd always enjoyed the guitar solos in the jazz genre, but those were always mellow and smooth. The music the man before him carried out was full of something he couldn't even place. It sent shivers up his spine and made goosebumps rise on his already cold skin.
The melody was full of happiness, hope, inspiration, and life. Something about it made Sasuke move closer.
He breathed out, a cloud of steam rising into the sky.
Looking down, he saw a guitar case lying open, a few coins tossed in. Taking out his leather wallet, he searched for his cash and pulled a bill out, dropping it into the mostly empty case. The music abruptly stopped and the blond looked down at the money the man had given him.
Sasuke turned and left before anything could be said, his legs moving impossibly fast so that he could make it across the street before the light could change again. The last thing he wanted to do was have to wait any longer.
"What was that all about?" Sakura glued herself to his side the moment he made it onto the sidewalk, smile glossy and bright. "You didn't give him money, did you?"
"Hn," was all Sasuke said as they entered the crowded bar.
Across the street, the musician held up a one-hundred dollar bill, the world's largest smile on his face.
The name of this fanfic comes from the song 'Dear My Love' by Miyavi. It's also the song that Naruto is playing at the end of this chapter.
Please please pleeeeease review! Tell me if I should continue this or not! I've been in a creative mood lately and as many bandfics as I've seen, I'd never thought of making one of my own! But I'm gonna try it! If you all like this, I'll continue it, along with 'The Gainsboro Room'!
