Rock my World

Concert

I sighed audibly. I sighed. Me: the Uchiha Sasuke sighed. And not only did I sigh. I audibly sighed.

Sakura glared at me from in between her cotton candy pink locks of hair and puffed her cheeks childishly as I rested my chin on my hand and stared out the car window pensively. Naruto widened his marble, blue eyes curiously and asked, "Sasuke, are you okay?"

I didn't respond.

"Sasuke-kun?" I heard the chirpy voice of Sakura ask. I fluttered my eyes at her and smiled charmingly. She turned around, blushing profusely.

"What?" I smiled, my tone harsh yet my eyes glittering.

Sakura stuttered while she puckered her lips, "A-are you okay?"

"I'm great."

Naruto gasped stupidly.

"I met someone," I said matter-of-factly, "which is good."

She gasped.

"Who?" she asked curiously while she took hold of some magazine on the coffee table and started flipping it absently.

"You know you should start meeting people," I grinned mockingly, "other than us of course."

She scoffed audibly and made a halt at one of the glossy pages of the magazine.

She smirked and read the caption on the page. After she finished she set the magazine, a page folded, signaling something that it so happened I should read.

As I opened the page I saw ink blue hair, Hinata. What was she doing here?

Sasu-chin's New Girlfriend? the title read in big bold letters…

I looked up from the page and said, "Yeah, that's her."

I sneezed as I breathed in the humid fumes of the warm bath water. I submerged my chin into the water.

I heard the indistinct chiming of the TV and of Hanabi shrieking about some Idol that she seemed to love. The chatter stopped and I heard footsteps coming closer to the bathroom.

"Ne-chan! Hurry, Aya-chan & Hirano-kun is about to start!" she said while she knocked strenuously and heaved a big "Oh, it started."

I sighed and wiped my seaweed like hair out of my pale eyes and swept out of the bathtub gracelessly.

Aya-chan & Hirano-kun was a very popular that for some stupid reason was like our Friday night ritual, including watching the re-run episodes of Drama's. This was how it was: every Friday night she would knock on the bathroom door, I would get out –as always –clumsily, wrap myself in a fluffy, blue bathrobe and go sit on the mushy couch to watch the senseless interviews on senseless Idols with a deprived yet hungry obsession. And that was exactly what I did.

"I'm here, Hanabi-chan," I said while sitting on a mushy, square cushion and balancing my legs lazily over the sides of the couch.

We sat in silence, watching the trailer of some sucky movie when the chirpy theme song of Aya-chan & Hirano-kun started. Hanabi perked her head and and sat straighter while I pushed a stick of Pocky into my mouth.

"Look Ne-chan! They're interviewing CHIDORI!" she exclaimed dramatically while taking grasp of my arm.

I didn't know what CHIDORI was or what it did. I didn't know if it was some eccentric name of an Idol or of a popular seiyu. Seiyu nowadays use pretty weird names after all.

"Oh, that's great," I smiled reassuringly.

I looked at the screen and was suddenly dazzled by the people on the screen.

A lanky boy with spiky, honey-blonde colored hair, sea foamy, blue and slightly tan skin was smiling at the camera charmingly. To his left was a pretty, bubblegum pink haired girl with leaf green eyes and fair skin, her rosy lips confidently grinning at the audience. Next to her was a bored looking guy with shoulder length hair hunched up into a pony tail, his jaw frail and delicate and his eyes stern and chocolaty brown. And next to him was a grumpy looking guy, his inky hair preventing me from seeing his face or his features.

"Ne-chan, look that's Naru-kun. He's the lead singer!" she smiled and pointed at him, the honey-blonde haired boy, "Isn't he cute?"

I was anxious to say that he was. I wanted to say that he had captured my soul in a box for eternity, but instead I replied monotonously, "Sure."

As the interview went on I couldn't help but drool over Naru-kun and his spiky hair. His lips, that moved gracefully. His cheeks tat flushed a dusty pink, I couldn't stop myself from admiring every single harmonized word of his, listening intently to his variety of pitches and exotic hand gestures.

In te middle of an embarrassing question directed to the pink haired girl Hanabi-chan interrupted. She was making sure of maintaining me informed on every single thing that involved CHIDORI, "That's Saku-chan, the female vocalist AND bass player." She sure made a big emphasis on the AND. It wasn't all that you know.

I looked at Saku-chan-san as she swayed her short hair out of her face and charismatically answered the questions that Aya-chan playfully asked her. She was so pretty that she seemed to shine by the light of the limelight as lilies shine by the light of the moon.

Then I directed my gaze at the small corner of the screen where the boy with the stern eyes was. I took a big chomp of popcorn that Hanabi-chan had brought a few minutes ago and asked inconspicuously, "Who's that?"

Hanabi-chan's eyes brightened like two light bulbs turning on. Her cheeks flushed a healthy pink, "That's Shika-kun!" she grinned and turned her lit up eyes at him. She traced his build with her lilac eyes. Did she have a crush on Shika-kun-san?

Proof of this would come only a few seconds after this thought invaded a corner of my mind.

"Nee-chan, do you think Shika-kun would like me?" a twinkle lingered in her eyes.

I looked into her heart shaped face as she hugged her pillow to her rather flat chest –but I was no one to say that, considering that I have a flat chest myself –her fragile frame looked as if it was being eaten by the mushy couch. I responded brutally: "Hell no."

She stared at me, her expression changing rapidly from hope to disdain.

"Why?" she asked.I processed this in my mind for a few milliseconds. Why? Why couldn't Shika-kun-san fall madly in love with her? Easy. Boundaries. You cant coexist with a person that is known by every single person in Japan or with a person that with someone that knew nothing of the world you live in. you couldn't love and be loved by an Idol… and the list could continue into infinity but I would never feel like continuing.

I didn't answer.

"So Sasuke are you seeing anyone at the moment?" the black haired boy vacillated, managing to irritate the guts out of me. I mean it was pretty obvious that he was going out with Saku-chan, why meddle with us.

"No," he said with a cocky grin. I snickered at his arrogance. Couldn't he just say that he liked Saku-chan already?

I saw Hanabi-chan gasp excitedly; obviously the guy had not finished his sentence before Aya-chan had interrupted him.

He smirked. It was a familiar smirk, and for a moment I felt as if he was looking at me and not at a camera mile away from here, close to the center of Konoha district. I gasped and my pale skin flushed a light shade of pink.

"Oh, well…" Aya-chan said, her tone much too disappointed and her smile much too fake.

"But –" he interrupted, "I am in love."

His voice vibrated inside my mind. His oh-so familiar voice. The voice that I had completely forgotten about. Sasuke-san? I didn't really remember Sasuke-san's face, but I was good at remembering voices. It had been weeks since I had seen Sasuke-san at that café, but could this be the same person?

"Oh. My. God," I heard Hanabi-chan shriek, and I am sure that every single female preteen in Japan was shrieking alongside her. Frenzy probably spread over Japan.

"Eh~! Who, who?" this time Hirano-kun started asking, his voice whiny and unmanly.

The dark haired boy winked at the camera and stuck out his tongue, "It's a secret."

"That was so cute! Ne, Hina-nee, don't you think that was cute!"

I stared into space stupidly, still wondering if this was Sasuke-san. Well, anyway… Sasuke-san or not I would never see him again.

"Guess who got tickets to CHIDORI?" Kiba-kun's eyes lit up as he flashed the multi-colored tickets at me, a proud grin spread over his lips.

"Let me guess…" I unconvincingly hesitated, "you."

He grinned, a great Cheshire cat grin and patted my head stupidly. I felt his big hand ruffle my hair and I smiled to myself.

Inuzuka Kiba. He was a very well-known guy in school for very well-known reasons. Inuzuka Kiba had a very odd tendency of treating everything small, soft and fluffy like a dog. He just couldn't resist to pat, sniff or yell "sit" at anything moving. Inuzuka Kiba –my best friend –liked dogs. I loved him… in a platonic, big brother sort of way.

"Yeah, wanna go?" he said casually. This is what I loved about hanging out with Kiba. No pressure.

"Should I bring my CHIDORI t-shirt?" I said jokingly.

"Yeah, you know you look smokin' hot with it."

"Are we going to invite Shino-kun?" I said while glancing at the third ticket.

"What, that insect dude?" he said with a smile, "Duh –"

It was crowded.

Immensely crowded. Stupidly immensely was so crowded that it wouldn't surprise me if all the teens in Japan where compressed into this idiotically small place.

I held onto Kiba-kun's bulky t-shirt as I saw Shino-kun disappear into the multitude. Multitudes like these always made me nervous. They both led me through the hurdle of people, until we found a decent enough place.

Although unbelievable, Kiba-kun had managed to buy front row tickets. Seriously, front row tickets. We were on the sidelines, making it difficult for us to full see the stage, but this was better than standing in a mob full of people taller than me. In fact I was so short that I could barely peek up into the stage.

We had arrived a bit late. In fact, the opening band –some band named SABAKU –had already made their performance by the time we arrived.

The stage was now devoid of any light, like a pool of blackness surrounded by music-hungry zombies. The limelight flashed, creating halo's of light around the band members, making their hair glimmer and their skin shine like the moon.

I gaped at them and as soon as the music started I lost myself. I lost myself to the melody, just like any other music-hungry zombie would have.

I had never heard a single song by CHIDORI but even if it was my first time hearing them, the melody struck me. My heart was a bell hitting hard against my ribs.

I screamed in ecstasy, the rivulets of salty sweat running slowly down my back. The beat of the drums and the lively voice of Naru-kun where entrancing. The guitar's arpeggio filled melody was so life sucking that it menaced to give me a stroke.

Then in a moment of rationality I caught a glimpse of the dark haired guitarist. For a moment his eyes widened and then he seemed to relax.

I was probably just imagining everything. I smiled anyways and waved. But then really, the weirdest thing happened. The dark haired guitarist winked. He winked. At me. My eyes widened as I bobbed up and down to the beat of the music. I was going crazy.

A/N: I do not own Naruto.

Thank you all for your wonderful reviews, I was actually surprised that so many people seemed to like this. At first I thought that this would be just a short story, due to the fact that no one would like it, but it didn't turn out that way. All those reviews made me inspired to write more, so thank you all for giving me the power to write more.

Well after a long time and many scribbled word in my notebooks, comes this. Enjoy!