Izuna:

Two years passed before people well and truly began to accept that Tobirama would make no more piano concerts.

He was asked to hold one last concert in the biggest arena in the country, but had declined.

Although I got him to change his mind.

"We take all the money and use it to for the houses."

Tobirama had agreed then.

But, unbeknown to me, it wasn't due to my argument, but because he's gotten an idea I would learn about during the concert...

We now had five houses for children who needed a place to live due to abuse at home. One of them was Tobirama's old mansion. We had agreed on using it for that purpose since we were so stable and happy together in the apartment that had been mine, but was now ours. Tobirama ran the whole thing like a dream.

We had released another album, Sweetly biting, together last year, that we'd toured with all over the country and also abroad since. Just like Mute, it was also very well-received. Even more so than Mute and I thought it was because I'd written this album with Tobirama's voice in mind, not mine. It suited him so well.

I asked him to write some songs with me, but he'd declined politely.

"The band that is us has me as only a singer. You're the poet, Izuna..." He said this last part huskily, putting a finger underneath my chin and started kissing me deeply.

I was a complete slut for my boyfriend's deep kisses so he had me in bed in no time.

But he had agreed to one final piano concert, more than two years after the most recent one he'd played. Tears were steaming down my face as I put my dress on. It was a deep violet velvet one, almost black, with a turtleneck, long sleeves and a slit. It hugged my curves pleasantly, cooled my skin. I had become quite known in my fame for re-using dresses and outfits, but this one was new. I'd seen it in a Chanel store and instantly known I wanted it for Tobirama's last concert, as it matched his wing. Unfortunately, it has cost a fortune, and I knew I couldn't bear buying it when I knew I could use my money to do something for the houses.

But Tobirama had caught me looking at it, so I woke up one morning to a paper bag on the kitchen table, along with a bunch of mixed flowers. I looked into the bag and just gaped. You shouldn't have... You shouldn't have! I'd put it on instantly and texted him and thanked him.

I sighed and put my long hair up in a messy bun, framing my face that I had coated in a light, glittery powder, lip-gloss and, luckily for me, waterproof mascara. I put on the cologne Tobirama liked the most on me, which was surprisingly masculine, with hints of sandalwood, honey and dark chocolate. I looked at myself sternly the mirror, told myself to calm down, took a deep breath and went to take a seat in the front row of the ginormous arena.

Every seat was taken. Every single one. The arena was perfectly lit so that the audience was completely dark and all light was on Tobirama. He looked so handsome, in his black suit and black tie, with the red stripes covering his cheeks and chin. He was thirty-four now, and that age had drawn beautiful details on his face that I loved to follow with my fingertips when he slept.

And as I sat in the audience, it all came back to me. The man I had fallen in love with from afar, as a fan. The man that I had had so many fantasies about and whom I'd deemed unobtainable. That man was now mine, and not only did he far surpass my wildest sexual fantasies (who would've known that the world-famous and anonymous Tobirama was such a kinky freak?) but the man was also the most kind-hearted, mature and balanced man I'd ever met.

I love you, I thought. I love you so, so much.

Tobirama was finishing up his concert, a bit shorter than usual. Tears were streaming down my face at this point. And when Tobirama caught my eyes, I could see tears were streaming down his face, too, painting delicate black streaks along his cheeks as his eyeliner wasn't waterproof. It was the last song he'd play and the audience was dead silent, crying silently as the magnitude of what they were witnessing went up to them.

And Tobirama kept drawing the tones out, not wanting them to end, and the tones told a story of relief of not having to do concerts anymore, of a new chapter of his musical career as my singer, but it also spoke of something bittersweet, a sadness.

And when he let the last tone die out, the audience stood up and roared.

But I sat down.

And so did Tobirama.

We sat and looked at each other, him on stage, me in the audience.

Then he took a deep breath and stood up.

Tobirama:

Even since I'd started speaking, I didn't give interviews, and the only ones who'd heard my speaking voice were Izuna and the workers of the houses.

But now, I stood up, and took a microphone I'd hidden on me and turned it on.

"Umm... hi?" I said tentatively.

The audience fell dead silent, then a whirl went through it. Shit, this is scary...

"Umm, as most of you know, I'm nowadays a singer. I'm a singer next to my beautiful partner Izuna." I heard some cheers and even some wolf-whistles in the audience, and I saw Izuna smile his adorable smile and blush, looking away a little. "I would like him next to me", I continued and my voice cracked. "I would like to have him next to me for my last concert as a pianist."

The audience cheered, and when Izuna looked up at me questioningly, I nodded once. He stood up, and tentatively started to walk to the stage. When came up the stairs, I reached my hand out, and he took it. He looked like royalty; the way he dressed, the way he moved, his entire demeanour. Fuck, I love you...

"Umm, Izuna..." I said into the microphone. Over and over I had to shut out the thoughts of how many thousands of people who were watching this or I would panic. Do it for Izuna... I could see his face starting to crumble up. "Thank you. Thank you for all you've done. For all you do. For letting me be your singer. Being the world's best pianist is the best thing I've ever done, because it led me to you." At this, Izuna threw himself into my arms and cried openly. Not a single eye in the audience was dry. I swallowed. "I-" My voice wobbled. Shit, get it together, Tobirama... "I would like to spend the rest of my life with you-"

I couldn't finish. I just couldn't finish the last sentence because I was crying so much. Instead, I carefully peeled Izuna away from me.

And went down on one knee.

Izuna just stared.

I pulled a velvet box from my pocked and opened it for him.

He wasn't looking at the box at all, but into my eyes.

He just nodded.

And threw himself into my arms once more.

I dropped the microphone when I hugged him to me and lifted him up. The audience stood up and roared.

I didn't hear it.

"I love you", I murmured, my voice muffled as I'd hidden my face in his hair. Izuna just squealed, unable to speak. "I love you forever."

The ring was platinum with diamonds and a deep purple amethyst and fit him perfectly. Then we just hugged and hugged and hugged.

And Izuna nuzzled my neck, causing me to laugh warmly when he nibbled it, sweetly biting.

Izuna:

That was the final moment on stage for Tobirama Senju as a pianist.

But it was not the last as a singer.

That part of his life had just begun.

When everyone had left, Tobirama had taken me back to the stage. I didn't know what he was doing, but when he came on to the stage and reached the wing, he turned to me and started kissing me like a madman, his hand roaming down my slit, instantly reaching my sex where he fondled me.

"Mmm..." I moaned.

And he made me lie on top of his piano, and this time he climbed up on it as well, and took me until his knees were bruised. The acoustics in the arena was insane, amplifying Tobirama's screams to the heavens.

We lay on top of the wings afterwards, me with the dress still on but pulled up to my waist, him still dressed with his trousers pulled down, and just held each other.

"I long for home", he murmured.

I smiled warmly.

We made ourselves decent.

Then, my fiancé took my hand, and together we went home.

End.