Hi readers! It's about time that the pairing got some recognition! 9 realize I won't have many readers, but if I do I wanna hear from you! Thanks in advance and I am sorry about portraying Neji the way I do.. I do love him I had to do what I had to do. By the way, this is like the preface, other chapters will be longer!

-B

Paradise Chapter 1: I fucking quit


She'd done everything, and she was exasperated. She wanted to be loved immeasurably. The movies depicted unrealistic portrayals of love and romance. But was she really that crazy for wanting someone to treasure her?


Kakashi straightened his tie whilst looking upon his reflection in the mirror, preparing for another day at work. The law firm was booming, and he was in high demand, but deep down his thoughts about his career choice were less than elated. Truth be told, he'd grown rather weary of the way things were run.

Lazy in nature, and typically late to every single appointment that he had ever made, he was still the top lawyer in all of Konoha, because he was a smart and savvy man. Not to mention charming and very likable. But the saying "it's lonely at the top" couldn't be more true in his case.

He made his way down the spiraling stair case in his seven bedroom mansion, briefly glancing at the vastly and thoughtfully decorated walls before walking to the door and greeting his housekeeper.

"Another late night, Mr. Hatake?" She asked meekly.

"We'll see. Thanks for your hard work Chiyo." He said, as he did every single morning before walking to his sleek black car and getting in, always slightly annoyed by the squeaky sound it made when he sat down its leather seats.

Before he could make it to the office he received a phone call informing him that he had a client being held at the county jail that he needed to see right away. So instead of pulling up at he firm, he turned around and drove to the correctional facility and parked.

Perhaps habitually, he once more straightened his tie, snagged his briefcase from the passengers side seat and got out of the car. He went over in his mind what it could possibly be this time. Another drug abuser, another car thief, another embezzler, another crooked politician. What would he see today? In the pit of his stomach, he felt this gnawing sensation, an overwhelming feeling of uneasiness about today.

"Name?" Grumbled a brunette man with a bandanna on his head and a toothpick bouncing off his bottom lip when he spoke. He was expressionless and looked chronically exhausted, and just plain pissed off. Then again, that was every prison guard.

"Hatake, Kakashi." He said, with a nod of the silver head. He then shifted uncomfortably as the man before him squinted his eyes and studied Kakashi, particularly the scar over his left eye. Of course he was used to this type of gawking but at times it did make him a little uncomfortable.

"He's in interrogation room three, Iruka will escort you."

Kakashi then heard a loud and familiar beeping tone as the security gates were opened and he was allowed to enter into the hallway where he followed another brunette man with a similar scar along his nose.

In silence, they walked the halls, the echoes of their footsteps bouncing off the walls, occasionally an inmate would holler at them, but soon they reached their destination and Kakashi was granted access once again.

He saw his newest client seated in a chair, hands cuffed together and laying atop the cold black table, seated across from an angry and overweight officer staring him down as if he were a starving predator.

And soon Kakashi would find out why he was on the receiving end of such looks. "You can give us a moment, officer. I will notify you when we're finished."

With a grunt, the officer rose to his feet, nodded to Kakashi and walked out, leaving Kakashi and his client in silence.

The man had thick, long black hair and broad shoulders. His face, though a little scratched up was fair and finely shaped. Dark brows contrasted his extremely white-lavender orbs that held an ungodly amount of mystery behind them.

"What's your name?" Kakashi asked as he sat across from the man and placed his briefcase out of reach.

"Did my uncle send you?" The man retorted quickly, with a slight snarl. His fingers twitched and tapped the surface of the table impatiently. This told Kakashi that he was likely some

Type of substance abuser.

"I'm not sure. Why don't you tell me why I'm here." Kakashi coaxed again, gently easing into the conversation as if not to scare the creature before him.

"I'm here because I beat the hell out of my fiancé." He slouched in his chair, the wood creaking under his weight.

Kakashi blinked at this sudden statement of guilt. He had defended many-a-guilty criminals, but never a man who had openly admitted to harming a female. He didn't feel sorry for the man before him, nor did he have an overwhelming urge to even help him at all.

Briefly, he glanced at the file left behind by the officer that had been guarding the man across from him. He read about Neji Hyuga and the charges against him and Kakashi instantly grew nauseated by what he saw.

Photos of the victim told the entire story for him. Her two brown eyes were blackened with bruises, and her bottom lip was split wide open. Across her right eyebrow was another gash that Kakashi wondered if it was caused by a fist alone or perhaps an object. Her brown wavy hair was matted with blood around her hairline, and the expression on her face was one of pure shock.

Along her delicate neck were bruised from where she was obviously choked by his bare hands, and her wrists told the same story. Her clothes were tattered and the rest of her body had bruises and other scrapes and scratches as well.

He breathed a sigh of relief when he read that the victim was still alive, and being treated at Konoha Medical Center. But the criminal before him, Neji Hyuga, would not be receiving his help.

Closing the file, he stood to his feet. Perhaps this was the final push that he needed. "We are done here, Mr. Hyuga."

"I'm sorry? No we're not. You need to do your job and get me out of here!" Neji snapped back, standing to his feet as well.

"Guards." Kakashi held his ground, not at all threatened by the man before him, but rather disgusted. Today was the day he said no to defending any type of sick and twisted man for his horrible deeds. It was obvious to him that the criminal being imprisoned deserved it, and Kakashi wouldn't be a part of letting him back out on the street.

He walked the hallways of the prison following the guard that had escorted him back in the first place, unable to get the pictures of the victim out of his head.

As soon as he got back into his car, he removed his tie completely. He drew a long, deep breath before pulling out his cellphone and calling the firm.

"Konoha Prestige Law Firm, this is Sakura, how may I help you?"

"Sakura, this is Kakashi. Tell Tsunade that I fucking quit." He huffed before hanging up promptly and sighing relieved. It was almost instantly that he felt a sudden tightness in his shoulders release, as if years of tension suddenly fell off of him and melted away. It was time that he pursued another dream.