I didn't know what to wear to take pictures of a concert so I just wore black to blend in. Black shirt, black trousers, my long, black hair in a thick braid down my neck. I packed my most powerful camera house and two objectives and left for the venue. 

It was an amazing club with an area for concerts on the ground floor. The stage was small, and there was an oriental mat in the front of it. In front of the stage were gates to keep the audience back on the fishbone-patterned wooden floor. I was there an hour before the audience would be let in to test the light, but I couldn't help but marvel at the place for some time first.

I looked over at the instruments; three electric guitars, one electric acoustic, two basses, two mics. I had seen in concerts I had attended that the guitarists and bassist changed their instruments depending on the song. I also saw two microphones, and remembered I had read somewhere that Tobirama, the lead singer's brother, sang a bit as well. 

"Hello."

I turned around and screamed a little, then put a hand over my mouth.

"Sorry, you scared me!" I said.

In the doorway stood a very, very tall man with his arms crossed.

"Are you our new photographer?"

"There used to be an old one? What happened to them?" I asked before I realised what a rude question that was and could stop myself. 

"Oh, we threw him to the sharks", the man said with a shrug. When he saw my shocked face, he burst out laughing. "Kidding!"

He stepped forwards, and I recognised him as Hashirama. Up close, I saw he had a strong nose, a thin chin, and the kindest, warmest brown eyes I had ever seen. His eyebrows were a bit tilted, making him look slightly sad, or concerned. In his right nose wing was the tiniest stud. 

"We actually never had one. It was just our manager with his iPhone camera." He smiled and held out his hand to me. "I'm Hashirama, by the way. Welcome."

"Hey, watch out for him!" came a loud voice from the same door through which Hashirama had entered, and I turned round to see the drummer walk in, bare-chested and all. "He looks like a teddy bear, this one, but he's a true ladies' man!" 

He hooked his arm around Hashirama's neck, and Hashirama grinned happily. 

"You do look like a teddy bear", I said. "Not exactly womaniser material."

"Don't let his looks deceive you", Drummer said and winked. "He will snatch any woman you have your eyes on from right under your nose.

"Damien, that was one time, and I told you, I had no idea you were interested!" Hashirama complained.

"Damien likes to play hard to get." 

I turned to the door, and saw the guitarist come in, the Asian man. 

"It's the way to get then, Chang!" Damien the Drummer said.

"How many times do I have to tell you, my name is John, you racist son of a bitch!"

"You can't be the only Asian in a band and be called John!" Damien complained.

And off the three of them went, taking their instruments for a sound check. I should probably take my camera and start testing the light and fix the camera settings, but I just gaped, looking at this madhouse. I found I loved the atmosphere between them a lot.

But was Hashirama really so much of a ladies' man as they said? He definitely didn't look it. For one thing, I would have said he liked men. 

Like me.

"Welcome to hell."

A soft dark voice behind me that I immediately recognised from the backup vocals from the songs I'd taken to listening to while I worked. I had been mesmerised by it; it was so deep it was almost like listening to a machine. It definitely belonged to Tobirama Senju.

He was as tall as his brother, but his colourlessness made him stand out more. I wondered if he dressed in black to blend in, or to stand out even more. I couldn't decide what effect it had.

He stood calmly, arms crossed, radiating serenity as opposed to the other three, balancing them out. He wasn't smiling, but I could see the corners of his mouth twitch.

"They're... a handful", I said. 

He laughed a little and held out his hand for me to shake.

"Tobirama Senju."

"Madara Uchiha."

"Pleasure." 

He went to the basses and somehow, despite the cacophony behind him, he managed to calmly and leisurely tune his instruments. I asked a member of staff to do the lights to the baseline for the concert, and took the opportunity to test my camera, with both objectives, memorising the optimal settings for each one. We were done almost simultaneously, me and the band. 

Suddenly, I felt an arm around me from behind.

"We thought we'd go up to have a drink before we get on. Care to join?"

Damien the Drummer. I liked him. He seemed like a person who would die for his friends. I would soon learn that all of the four band members would gladly die for one another.

One or two of them would also certainly gladly die for me. 

But I didn't know that now. I smiled apologetically at him.

"I have to say no. I get anxious in large crowds."

"I respect that, man", he said. "You're welcome whenever you want."

They left, and I sat down with my cameras for a bit, looking through the test photos.

"Hi." 

I jerked. In came Tobirama, carrying two glasses of something and wearing a Santa hat for some reason.

"Hi", I said.

"I don't know if you drink alcohol, so I asked them to make it alcohol free. It's pineapple."

"Thank you", I said and sipped. There was also some coconut in there. I loved it. "Do you have the same?"

He nodded and sipped.

"Alcohol fucks me up. Makes me all trembly. I can't play."

"It fucks me up, too", I said with a shy smile.

"How?"

I looked up at him. He wasn't looking at me. There was something about this man. He just radiated calm and... space, I think.

"I start acting gay."

He looked at me, one eyebrow raised. I saw it was pierced. It made me blush.

"Are you?"

"Gay? Well, yes."

He looked away, and I tried to read if he was pleased with the answer but failed.

"Why the Santa hat?" I asked instead.

"Hashirama found it in the crowd and put it on me. I would take it off but I would rather conserve my energy."

His face was blank, but he was obviously joking. The effect was so comical, I burst out laughing.

"You want me to take it off for you?"

"Please."

I shuffled closer, and I saw his eyes turn up as I towered over him on my knees to free him of his hat. I hadn't realised how intimate the movement was, and I didn't dare to meet his eye. Instead, I put the hat on my camera, that was sitting on the floor next to me.

"There we go", I said.

We sat in companionable silence for a while, until the three other members burst into the room.

I think I saw Hashirama stop dead, staring at us with something in his eyes I didn't quite understand.