Sweetly biting

21.

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.