Uh… You've not noticed that updates are getting slower and slower… right?

Shpanks to all you lovely reviewers! It's nice to see so many of you love My Chem also. It's a shame no one's heard of Enter Shikari from the chapter before; check 'em out, init yo.

For those of you who haven't heard of My Chemical Romance (I believe Crick is someone who hasn't), then you must. Because they are better than amazing.

This chapter has absolutely zilch plot progress… apologies, heh. It's not even got a lot of fluff, and I'm not particularly certain about posting it, but I shall. If only to keep you entertained whilst I think something up for later.

Let'sh goh!


It was hot.

The air thickened with anxious excitement as each second ticked by.

Every part of my body was touching another part of someone else's, every drop I sweated was soaked up by someone else's clothes.

It was fucking hot.

Sasuke was stood behind me. I couldn't see him. I could feel him. His chest spooned tight into the arch of my back, the body heat he emanated seeping through my shirt, through my skin. Heck, everyone's body heat seemed to concentrate on every single cell of my body. Some people were already too thrilled to keep still, shifting and jumping and causing the heat of friction between everyone they touched.

Here and there, luminous glow-sticks were scattered, clutched in the hands of eager fans, or hung from a string around their necks. Some had already been discarded on the floor, cracked and broken, fluorescent alkali oozing from the plastic frame, and then dying out into the dark.

I picked one of the busted sticks from the floor, having trouble squeezing down between two squirming bodies, then squeezing back up again.

With a grin, I turned to face Sasuke, not easily, mind you, and squeezed the bright pink liquid onto his black shirt, trying to spell something out with a hand quivering from the anticipation of waiting for My Chem to finally appear, and from the mass of moving bodies around me.

Sasuke looked down at me, then down even more at his shirt, watching my unstable hand spell out:

'I'M A GAYBOY.'

Complete with a winking smiley face.

Unfortunately, each letter only had enough time to shine for a few seconds before its luminosity wore off and it darkened into the black of Sasuke's shirt again. But it was enough for both him and me to understand.

He looked at me, an almost cynical look that was ever-present on his face and his eyebrow quirked up. I grinned back and gave him a quick thumb's up before returning to writing more on his shirt.

'TAKE ME TO THE GAYBAR!'

God, I crack myself up. But before Sasuke had time to comment this time, the huge mass of already sweat-slicked bodies around us began screaming, and screaming, and jumping, and jumping and altogether just creating more and more heat and heat. It was almost unbearably uncomfortable, but I put up with it with a huge smile and excited blood rushing through my veins. Because I could feel the anticipation from everyone's aura dissipate, I could feel the thrum of my heart as an almost unworldly presence settled in the room.

And I could hear the first lines of The End ringing through everyone's bodies, to my body, to Sasuke's body behind me.

My Chemical Romance had arrived.

"Now come one, come all to this tragic affair

Wipe off that make-up what's in is despair

So throw on the black dress, mix in with the lot

You might wake up and notice you're someone you're not."

Gerard Way's unique voice sung out through the big hall, making people crazy with the overwhelming sensation of being in the presence of such amazing guys.

This was it. These were the people whose music I loved. And there they were, ten fucking feet away from me.

I know this sounds as gay as fuck, but…god…we're breathing the same air!!

I couldn't concentrate much with all these bodies shoving up against me, fighting their way to the front to get as close as possible, some succeeding, others only generating more hot heat.

It was amazingly, brilliantly, fucking overwhelming.

But more than I could feel the incredible sound of guitars, drums and vox vibrations; I could feel Sasuke, his chest rubbing up and down my spine, his arms a sweaty mess alongside mine in the air, his hips… fuck, his hips! I could feel them digging into my waist, grinding along the low rise of my brand spanking new orange drainpipes.

Everything seemed to give off heat around me, but Sasuke… Sasuke was like a live, burning fire, scorching the whole of my back.

I turned to look at him. His thickly eyeliner'd eyes were shut gently, their long, lush, dark eyelashes just barely ghosting against the pale skin stretched taut over his high cheekbones. His lips were moving, following the words that he knew off by heart, but the only sound that seemed to come out were pants from the movement and the heat. He was practically drowning in sweat – half of it probably not his own – but he still maintained that clean, precise look, even when strands of his hair flicked away from their place from the excess of moisture.

He was, in one way to put it; ethereal.

… Fuck, what am I doing? Here I am at an incredible band's sold out gig on my birthday, and all I can manage to do is give my best friend a good once(or twice)-over.

Sasuke opened his eyes and looked right at me. Oh god… he sure knows what I've been looking at.

"Having fun, dumbfuck?" he asked with an almost-smirk playing on his lips.

Quick! Just forget it never happened, Naruto!

"You bet," and I shot him a mile-wide grin before turning back towards the band.

Oh, yes, my quick thinking is great, don't 'cha think?

The moshing was starting to kick off now with the upbeat riff of Dead! starting off, people were getting shoved around and into and onto me. Some had already given up in the excessive heat and either pushed their way to the back, or were crowdsurfed rather painfully to the front where two employees stood at the ready, armed with a hundred water bottles and a first aid kit. Either way, their spaces were quickly filled up, people swarming to fill up the gaps and get as close as possible like particles of liquid.

It was when I was shoved up against the front bar with Sasuke's arms grabbing a hold of it either side of me, that everything just seemed too surreal. I wanted to concentrate on the music and the band, I really did. But when it was as hot as hell, with everyone pushing and shoving and tossing you around, the heat started to get a bit too much. And the presence of Sasuke behind me didn't help much. I could feel the immense amounts of sweat raining off of me by the gallon, and nothing I touched seemed able to relieve me from the overheating sensation that was slowly creeping up my body. In a vain attempt to cool off, I stuck my arm up and out into the air where a very slight breeze seemed to blow in from the air conditioning high up, but just doing that seemed to drain so much out of me. Still, somehow, I managed to keep on singing along, feeling the music through my heart even though I had barely any clue of what I was saying.

I was pushed against the railing again; hard.

Suddenly, it seemed like I was just watching a performance, not being performed to. I saw Gerard singing to the people around me, but not to me. It was almost like I was watching a video on YouTube of a live concert.

And that video eventually turned into what looked like a crappy, illegal camera-phone recording from someone who was a hundred feet back, the frames pixelating and blurring.

And then all energy left me.

I lost the strength to move much. My body seemed to want to shut down. So I stopped moving. Standing still against the energetic crowd around me.

I leant back into Sasuke. Maybe if I just stay unmoving for a few minutes, my energy will come back to me.

"Naruto?"

I could hear him behind me. He held my wrist, expressing some sort of concern. I tried to look up, but my eyeballs just lolled, almost rolling right back into my head. I had to fight to regain control of them. He held my hand, giving some sort of comfort. I tried to get up, to get moving again. My eyes rolled a second time. And this time, I couldn't bring them forwards again. He squeezed my fingers. And I couldn't squeeze back. Because everything was suddenly very, very black.

And the music died.

- - - - -

"GO!"

Ungh. It's so loud, but I definitely hear This Is How I Disappear blasting around me.

Oh fuck! I'm at the gig, aren't I? What happened? Don't tell me I fainted…

Fuck, I must've. The last thing I remember is being extremely hot in the mass of bodies, and I mean, what else could've caused me to just forget a whole chunk of my life?

Unless I've been date drugged.

Naaah.

I opened my eyes, and this time I groaned out loud. There was a dull pounding at the back of my head.

"Dumbfuck."

I looked up, and there was sweaty, ethereal Sasuke kneeling over me, alongside another man in a fluorescent jacket.

"You okay?" The brightly clad man spoke loudly over the music, a slight twang of Geordie in his voice. I saw the words 'CARLING BRIXTON ACADEMY' embroidered on the left breast of his coat. An employee.

"Yeah. Just feeling a bit rough," I answered him, and smiled, pushing myself up with my arms.

"'Ere. 'Ave some water to cool you down." He handed me one of the many water bottles from a crate.

I nodded, "Thanks," and took a swig. The ice cold water was refreshingly soothing sliding down my throat. "How long have I been dead?"

"Just a couple minutes," he smiled. "Take it easy. It's effin' 'ot back there," he warned, and pointed to the still moving crowd behind us.

"Sure will." And I made a start to head back into the chaos of bodies.

But someone pulled me back.

Guess who.

"Nuh uh uh, dumbfuck. We're not going back in there."

I turned to face him with almost pleading eyes. We were already missing out on some of the concert! And even though we were closer to the band now than ever before, I wanted to be part of the crowd, to feel like I belonged in the multitude of MCR fans.

"But Sasuke!"

"We're not risking your newbie ass again in that hot mess. That wasn't even proper full-out moshing, you do realise? Just little shoves here and there. And you couldn't even take that. Dumbfuck."

I wanted to pout. So I did. But I was kinda touched that Sasuke was showing concern for me.

Sasuke grabbed my hand and dragged me to the back of the room to the drink-bars where they left out free, cold water for dehydrated fans. The further back we got, the less people there were and the higher we got, meaning the cooler it was. It was back here where the older, more 'sophisticated' people watched from (i.e. the parents who had to play unwilling chauffeur for their kids), along with dried-out fans and people who came too late to get a good place. There still was a good view, and the music was still loud enough to leave my ears ringing, but now it felt even more like I was only just watching over a performance.

It made me feel almost disappointed, but I know I shouldn't have been. It felt like I was supposed to feel much more excited than I was. I was probably just having trouble catching up with the fact that I was in the same fucking room as My Chemical fucking Romance… yeah… that's why.

"Sometimes I get the feeling, she's watching over me."

Sasuke was singing, loud into my ear, bringing me from my thoughts to the present concert. I grinned and sang too, because I love My Chemical Romance as one of my favourite bands, and I love Sasuke as my… best friend.

The next forty minutes of the night was spent belting out with all my heart with Sasuke and with My Chemical Romance.

And, god, it was fucking FUN.

I guess coming to this wasn't just to watch a great band play; it was to spend time with Sasuke as well. I must've forgotten that somewhere in the five hour wait in line to get in to the gig venue.

Sasuke had done all this for my birthday, and I should be more than thankful. And I was! Just…

I turned to him, and jump-hugged him from behind, placing my chin into the crook of his neck.

He turned his head slightly to face me. "What?"

"…Thanks, Sasuke. Just… fucking thanks for doing this, y'know? And I'm sorry for making us get a small view from way back here."

The lights faded on as the show ended, and people began filing their way out the double doors, chatting about how great it had been for them and their friends. My ears were ringing from the large amount of sound abuse, but it had all been fucking worth it.

"Dumbfuck," was what he said, but he sent me a smile. And all over again, I realised his… for lack of a less-pansy word; beauty.

Tonight, was fucking brilliant.

God, Sasuke's the best fucking friend I could ever ask for.


Right. I can't say I didn't rush to get this out. Sorry! It's probably a load of crap and pure cheese that spun from my mind.

But after going to that gig on Sunday… god. I just needed to write about it. No, I didn't faint. I retreated to the bar before I could do that.

But they were INCREDIBLÉ!

Did anyone else go? London, anyone?