"Off to the Races"

Inspired by Lana Del Rey

Hinata is a runaway in the wrong place at the wrong time, she becomes involved in a gang, The Akatsuki, when she meets Gaara a member of the gang. Through a series of circumstances Hinata finds herself stuck in the city she is trying to escape, unable to leave lest she angers the Akatsuki. Even scarier than gangs or the chance her father might find her, is she finds herself slowly falling in love with her captor/keeper Gaara. The plot thickens when the corrupt nature of the city and the multiple gangs residing there go to war and everyone seems to be involved. Stuck in the middle of the madness, Gaara finds himself indebted to the one man he hates most. Hinata figures out her father's horrible plans for her. The Uchiha gang struggles for power against the Akatsuki, and all are unaware of the hidden danger threatening to take over...

( Naruto learns of his father's and his own fate. Sakura tries to balance her triangle love life and her academic career. Inspector Kakashi Hatake and his police force try to get to the bottom of what is happening in their city and out corrupt cops. Itachi Uchiha steps up to take over his families companies. and much more… )

EDITED: 2/3/2018

Rating: M, NSFW. This story contains mature content. (18+)

If you don't like don't read.

Trigger Warnings, AU explanation, pairings and more information at the end of the chapter.

Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto, Lana Del Rey or any of the other songs, brand names, movies, places, anything mentioned in this story besides the original concept.

Chapter 1, First Chance
Song Recommendation: Paradox by Hans Zimmer

Headaches always plagued him, but the complete tension in every muscle of his body was a new sensation to him. Everything felt heightened. A sense of awareness and the crippling feeling of his own breathing made him swallow deeply. This was a new sensation, a type of shock he hadn't ever experienced. He ran a hand through his red hair and tried to blink away stressful memories. He supposed this feeling was like seeing a ghost. Maybe he was, maybe he wasn't, but it had shaken him out of reality and into a frenzied fit of painful memories.
She had always fought back and begged for the punishment that was due to her. As a younger girl, she had resisted, looked down on him, even as he hung over her, using her, waiting until she'd scream his name. He'd always been rough with her, it was how she liked to play, and it had also been what he enjoyed despite their tortured past. They had been companions in every sense of the word. A trust established through years of knowing one another's pain, for sacrificing for each other to get where they were. They had healed each other's broken hearts, bodies and minds, and given into the true power exchange a relationship should have. But in the end, her eyes slowly lost the light that had always filled him with so much hunger. Now he wasn't sure how he had managed to survive it all, and the idea of what had happened still filled him with an aching pang of guilt. He had watched her fade away, leaving him alone in the world…

He blinked his green eyes, focused them and tried to leave the painful memories alone. The lights in the underground tunnel blurred, making him grit his teeth. He loathed the transits, the buzz of the land passing by and the blurring lights, and the steady thrum of the underground, made him feel sick to his stomach. It didn't help that the situation was overly stressful, to begin with. It hadn't always given him a headache, he remembered a time when he was much younger, and the tram or even cars hadn't made him sick at all. A time long before that man had done everything he could to break him.

Gaara was sitting in the underground subway train, the lights of the tunnel blazing as the tram reached its top velocity. Which was much slower than the above ground trains, their top speeds reached up to 60 mph, but today was not about the destination. Today's trip into the city was about what happened on the way, And the subway was always more private. Fewer people rode it at this time of day and he needed to be alone for the drop. Save for one other small passenger, he was.

He again ran a hand through his crimson hair letting out a long steadying breath. He didn't want to blame the memories rising up, the feeling tightening in his chest, and the sudden headache that had come on the obvious. It was after all just as logical to feel this way when he wasn't sure who would be making the exchange. If it was someone he knew, like Sasori or even Kabuto that would be better than the Snake himself. He assumed it would be an accomplice or trusted muscle doing the switch, but there was that slight possibility that He would come himself just to vex his former pet. His skin crawled at the thought of an unsupervised encounter, but even with the ghost of his former master hanging over him he was aware that his current feelings had nothing to do with stress flashbacks or headaches. It had everything to do with the other passenger on the tram with him.

Across from him sat a girl, she looked 20, maybe younger, she had plain clothes, usual for the city at this time of year. Black little lace up boots, simple skinny jeans that showed off her exceptionally thin legs and a purple jacket. Yes her clothes where no doubt uninteresting and average, but what had triggered the horrid memory was her face. She had pale skin, soft petal pink lips, eyes the color of a cloudy sky tossed with silver lining, and hair the color of a midnight. Though he had never seen this girl before, she was so familiar like a ghost from his past back to haunt him. When he had first entered the tram, traveling from car to car, trying to find an empty spot to sit and wait per his instructions, he had stopped to stare at her and only when she glanced at him, eyes shy and red-rimmed did he sit down. Far from her but he was seemingly unable, or unwilling to leave her presence as the ghostly resemblance dredged up memories he had tried in earnest to suppress.

Her eyes had been red from crying, and he had once or twice glanced at her when he thought he had heard gentle sobs. He glanced again at her now, noted again the overstuffed bag that screamed "run away" and wondered what a girl like herself was doing down here. He knew this train's next stop was the Cloud district of the city, and after that was a spot close enough to the airport to walk. He could only assume she was going there. Either way, he was feeling more and more obsessed with her by the second. The next thirty minutes he spent memorizing her every detail, learning all he could about her with just his eyes.

Before he felt the train slowing, he had a solid plan formed in his ever overactive brain. He couldn't believe any of it had gone through his head, the idea was completely irrational, but that fact for some reason made the idea that much more delectable. He approached her, asked her name, where she was going. Sat next to her. Pretended to be friendly and then- the train came to a stop and he jolted from his musings even harder than the train cars halting movements.

His breathing slowed as he wondered if the azure haired girl would get off or stay huddled in her corner. Part of him didn't want her to leave. He wanted the opportunity to make his daydreams a reality, but also knew it would be safer for her to exit and leave him alone in the car, but she didn't budge and the doors opened with a hiss. Time slowed and the leather of his jacket felt cold against his wrist and neck when the wind from outside hit him. It was only September and it was already too cold. He could see her shivering slightly.

Then several people entered the tram. The scent of the city came in with them and Gaara's heart quickened despite his anticipation. First came in Jirobo, the large man checked the car and shot Gaara a pensive glare. after him came Sakon and Yukon, the two mirrored each other taking up positions to his left and right, guarding each door leading to the other tram cars. It wasn't lost on Gaara that both men had one metal hand inside their jackets hiding what he assumed was fire arms. Last onto the car, slinking with each step, was the silver haired Kabuto. His glasses glinting as he glanced about the car, his gaze steadying on the girl far longer than Gaara liked, before sliding over to Gaara eyes cold. The sudden revulsion for the man hit him hard and he hardened his own stare. Kabuto moved silently across the tram his movements suddenly like cold steel. He sat across from Gaara, but neither spoke and the sudden buzz in the air was tension filled. Gaara made sure not to let his eyes wander back to the girl to see what she was doing. He had been told to find an empty car for the drop, but when he had seen her, seen the ghostly face, he hadn't made it farther than this car and he assumed Kabuto would guess that he had stopped because of the girls familiar appearance. He had known Kabuto since they were both very young, the boys condescending smile was there to remind Gaara of the fact Kabuto knew too much about Gaara.

The doors slid shut, and the voice of the conductor came over the loudspeaker and explained their next stop. When the train began to move Kabuto was the first to speak a smirk playing out over his face his eyes suddenly mocking.

"It's been a long time Sabaku no Gaara," Kabuto leaned his elbows on his knees and tilted his head, taking in Gaara's leather clad appearance.

"You look well," Kabuto pushed up his glasses and sat up suddenly.

"I am well." Gaara kept his voice neutral as possible, his face blank as he met Kabuto's gaze.

Kabuto looked to Jirobo, then back to Gaara, a chuckle escaping his lips.

"If You are well then, why, Gaara-nee," he spat the endearment out his voice low as he stood, and glanced at his companions face falling and shoulders stooped tensely

"Why? would You not follow the simple goddamn instructions?!" Yukon started laughing, his laugh more like a shriek and Gaara tensed at Kabuto's sudden outrage. He recognized the man's authoritative tone but not his authority, but still, Gaara's headache pounding, as he sat ready for anything his blood cold. Kabuto did not look like the man Gaara remembered, he seemed unhinged. For a moment everyone was still as Kabuto leaned over Gaara waiting for an answer.

There was a sudden realization that this one simple screw up may land him in deep trouble with Pain. Or may even put Pain in a tight spot with Gaara's old master. But it faded as Gaara realized the truth was Gaara didn't have an answer for the man staring at him.

Kabuto snapped his fingers. Sakon moved and Gaara saw the flash of metal and the gun raised, pointing directly at the face of the girl. She gasped and clutched her bag tightly in her arms. Silver eyes wide as she froze like a deer in the headlights.

"find an empty car! It was so simple!" Kabuto had stood and was pacing towards the opposite end of the car from Sakon and the girl. A butterfly knife was suddenly in his hand and he was fiddling with it, flipping it back and forth over his fingers and wrists. The clinking and sliding of the blade were much too loud in Gaara's ears.

"Goddammit, You always were terrible at following directions!" Kabuto rounded on him and held his hands' palm up and the knife up in a gesture as if to say Gaara was hopeless or stupid. Jirobo shifted his weight and crossed his arms. The large bag he was carrying moved with him and Gaara wondered if he should try and make a grab for the crystal. Kabuto saw him looking and he shook his head with the same slow mocking movements as before. They were there for business and Gaara had screwed up, a minor detail, a rather overly precautious detail, but nonetheless, Kabuto was unhappy with the outcome and had now made a scene. Witnesses were messy and he had said names. Kabuto had wanted to patronize his former subordinate, but instead had involved the girl. Now she was a simple casualty and he could even blame her misfortune on his own lack of care when it came to his boss's instructions.

Kabuto once again pushed up his glasses before he flicked his fingers at Sakon and snapped them.

"Just get rid of her."

Gaara's stomach sank.

What happened next surprised not only Kabuto, but Gaara as well. In a flash of red hair, Gaara was standing, hands up in a forgiving pleading gesture his green eyes flashing from the girl to Kabuto in desperate glances.

"Stop! She's with me! Stop, please," Sakon had paused, gun still raised, but Gaara gave his full attention to Kabuto voice lowering.

"Kabuto please, don't, she's just a girl. She doesn't know what's going on. She's with me." Gaara didn't know where the strain or begging tone had come from. He hadn't ever pleaded with Kabuto before, had only ever hated him. Gaara had only ever begged once or twice in his life and to Kabuto? Never. But the helpless tone and the glances towards the girl Gaara kept giving her was enough to convince Kabuto. Both men stood silently, watching each other carefully.

Finally, Kabuto flopped the knife in his hand closed and replaced it in his pocket.

"Fine brother, fine. She's with You." He waved his hand dismissively at Sakon, and the other grey haired male backed away from the girl and replaced the gun under his coat.

"Jirobo just give him the goods." Kabuto sounded somewhat peeved and Gaara hesitantly took the leather bag from Jirobo and slipped it over his shoulder his hands shaking as he did so.

" I trust you and your girl won't lose it before you get it to Pain." Kabuto glowered at him. "We all know how good at losing things You are."

Gaara's head pounded and he tried to look impassive as if Kabuto's words didn't cut through him. Like the girls little whimpering noises didn't bother him. Tried to look like Kabuto, smiling and smelling like a hospital room, didn't bother him, but Kabuto had always been able to tell. Always been a psychological genius, always been able to get under Gaara's skin.

The train began to slow and Kabuto gripped the handhold above Gaara and stepped close enough that Gaara was overwhelmed with the smell of him. Hospitals and cheap cologne.

"You should come visit sometime Gaara, Orochimaru misses his favorite toy." The train stopped and Kabuto slowly and possessively leaned his head against Gaara's so he could whisper in his ear.

"Here's your stop Gaara-nee. Don't forget your pet."

Gaara scrambled away from him, trying to recover quickly from the strangeness of the situation and mocking tone. He slid the bag over his shoulder and turned to the girl. Sidling past Sakon towards her he reached out a hand. She was too frightened to move and he felt his wariness rising as he looked at her.

"Come." He demanded, and felt the cold edge of his voice, making it a command. She did so instantly, suddenly snapping into motion and he reached around her and put a hand up to the small of her back. The touch suddenly making him feel in control of the situation even though his nerves were making him feel like he had to puke. On unsteady feet he led her off the train with one last glance at Kabuto. The man was staring at the girl eyes cold and knowing.

The look on the other man's face was calculating and cold. It was a knowledgeable glance that said Kabuto knew more than Gaara at that moment. Knew something that Gaara couldn't understand and it dug into him ice. But then Kabuto was out of sight as the train door closed and began to roll away.

Gaara took several steps forward and the sudden reality of the situation hit Gaara like a punch in the gut. He had a giant bag of drugs and money slung over his shoulder and a girl he didn't know from adam tucked under his wing. They walked in a trans for a moment. Her footsteps in sync with his as she walked directly beside him, her back straight but chest heaving, and eyes full of unshed tears, but she was trying to be brave. Doing what he wanted like a good girl, and giving him a moment to recover.

"Hey." He touched her shoulder with light fingers, and she stopped. She couldn't know it but he had been just as scared as her.

"It's okay, they are gone now." He didn't know what he was saying, just wanted to sound reassuring. No matter the fact, he had saved her life, and he had also endangered it. And the guilt was fluttering in his stomach and making him sweat as he looked down on the short girl.

"You're safe, i won't hurt You i just wanted to make sure you're okay." He studied her a moment, noting things he hadn't been able to see from across the car. She was thin, so thin, and pale. Her lashes were long and heavy and her eyes had flecks of lavender and gentle periwinkle in them. He noticed the scars on her wrists and how she wore designer clothes. Despite his unrest, his interest piqued. She stumbled as they walked and seemed to want to get away from him for a moment, but then came closer to him, more tears falling.

"Where are you headed? I'll call You a cab for the rest of your trip," he tried to steady his voice and hide his insecure and frightened tone. "since it's my fault you aren't on the tram." She finally seemed to be able to speak, but her mouth worked and then closed. She couldn't look at him and she finally gasped in a breath steadying herself. Then in the smallest trembling voice, she spoke.

"I'm g-going t-to the airport," She stuttered and a tear fell from one eye and he had to stop himself from reaching out and wiping it away.

"Okay, that's not far, i can walk with you or show you the way. Do You need water? You're shaking." She had started shaking and he recognized it as shock and the first tremblings of fear and anxiety finally allowing themselves to show. His own mind and body were ready to run or fight, but he steadied himself against her panic. She shook her head blue hair shrouding her face. He felt just as shook up as her, but being able to care for her was steadying him. The familiar motions of caring for someone on the verge of a panic attack felt like a steadying weight on the middle of his shoulders and in between his ribs.

"I-i c-can't i need t-to" she reached around and tried to unzip a pocket on her backpack, she was shaking so hard she could barely do so. He wanted to help her but was afraid if he reached out he might frighten her and she would scream. She finally managed to pull out a ticket stub and handed it to him.

"I have t-to g-get t-to-" she hiccuped and he took the ticket from her, fingertips brushing. He took note the airline and the flight number, he then saw the time on the ticket and reached for his phone and pulled it from his jean pocket ignoring how his own hand was still unsteady .

"You only have 22 minutes to get to your flight" he looked up at her and scowled. She was nodding and wiping tears from her cheeks with the back of her sleeves.

"Hon," he tried to sound gentle and not like he was still freaked out from fearing for her life and his own, "the airport is at least 15 minutes away and security will take you at least 45 minutes if not an hour." He shifted the weight of the bag on his shoulder and gently crumpled the ticket into her hand. Her fingers were ice cold and pale against his. But the momentary touch seemed to steady them both.

"I have t-to -t-try" she looked up at him through her bangs, desperation and fear strike across her features. He was taken aback by how stunning she was with her silver eyes full of tears, cheeks flushed and lips parted ever so slightly.

He sighed and shifted the weight of the bag on his shoulder.

"There's a cafe down the road, let's get You a warm drink and maybe some food and I'll call the airline and make up an emergency, and get You on the next flight to wherever You need to be." He tried to sound reassuring, but was aware of the bag over his shoulder, and the lateness of the hour. He should get this to a safer part of the city. Not the unclaimed district. He was also mildly aware of how he must sound. A man she had only just met, had claimed to know her so she wouldn't get shot and killed by obvious gang members was now offering to help her catch her plane.

"O-okay," she calmed just a little and bit her lip. He watched her for a moment and wondered briefly what kind of desperate situation she would have to be in to trust him. He began heading in the direction of the stairs leading up from the subway and out into the afternoon traffic. She followed hesitantly but made no move to run or pull away from him. It was almost like she was walking too close to him. Every city noise and light made her jump and she seemed to take shelter in his shadow.

"Do You want me to take your bag?" He offered and watched as she clutched the strap and gently shook her head once. So, she didn't trust him, it was just she had no one else. Somehow still, it was comforting and he himself began to finally feel the calm he was faking for her.

They walked in silence down the city street. In the shadow of skyscrapers and amongst the many lights of flashing billboards, accompanied by the city sounds. Still, Gaara was wary, his gaze traveling from one car to the next as they crossed the street towards the cafe. It was only one business down and across the street from the subway entrance, but it felt like forever when he finally motioned for her to sit at a table in the corner.

"What kind of coffee do You like?" She blinked at him and he noted how she fidgeted with the ticket in her hand and seemed unable to meet his gaze.

"B-black" she spoke so lightly it didn't feel real and as he turned to the ordering counter he was once again reminded of how she was like her back from the dead.

Eventually, he sat down across from her and set two coffees on the table and unscrewed a water bottle and set it in front of her.

"Now, let me see your ticket and I'll call and get your flight moved." He paused and watched as her shaking hands gripped the coffee and she sipped it. She looked broken and afraid, like at any moment her barely calmed exterior would shatter and she'd fall apart. Perhaps he was being overbearing with her. After all he was taking some liberties being so forward. Then again she already knew more about him then he would have liked, and he had vouched for her in front of Kabuto. What was worse, he suddenly felt responsible for the stuttering mess in front of him. She had already looked fragile when he walked into the train car where she sat, but now she was pitiful and some part of him, a part he tried to pretend he didn't know anymore, wanted to take care of her. Wanted to calm her and make her feel safe.

Still, she was her own person. She didn't know him and despite her similar looks, she was not who he wanted her to be. He needed to give her her independence.

"Unless You would rather call?" He questioned quietly, purposefully ignoring how his hand gripped his coffee tighter when he looked at her. She slowly gazed up at him over the rim of her cup like she was dazed by his suggestion.

"N-no, it-it's best if You c-call" she managed and he nodded and She handed him her ticket. He for the first time noted her name.

[KONOHA AIRLINES Flight #B3487]

[Hinata Hyuga.]

[DEPARTURE 7:10 BOARDING 6:25]

[GATE C BOARDING GROUP B]

He pulled out his phone and punched in the number on the back of the ticket and let it ring. He sipped his own coffee, a sugary mixture of mint mocha and watched her as the automated answering machine picked up and gave him a list of options.

She was beginning to look less pale as she sipped, but her fingers held the cup much too tight, like his own, but her eyes had relaxed, and wildly looked about the room her pupils dilated. He pressed 4 to speak with someone about a change in flights and pretended to study the ticket as he watched her out of the corner of his eye.

She seemed okay with him, even though they had just gotten off a murder train together, he wondered again if she was running away and had decided to latch onto him the moment he had offered some form of comfort. The notion was rather funny to him, given who he was, but he wasn't about to tell her that.

"Hello, thank you for calling Konoha Airlines, this is Mai speaking, how may i help You?" The voice was much too cheery and he paused a moment before trying to sound somber.

"Hello this is," he paused and looked at her ticket, "Mr. Hyuga," he lied and glanced at her, shrugging ever so slightly as her now even wider eyes finally landed on him. "My sister's flight is supposed to leave in-" he checked the time in his watch,-"14 minutes and she got into a four car pile up on the way there and won't make be able to make it in time."

The voice in the other end sounded still much too upbeat, but now concerned.

"Oh no! I hope she is alright, we can definitely do something about her flight."

"Yes, luckily no one was hurt, but because of the damage the police are wanting statements." He sipped his coffee and raised a nonexistent eyebrow at the girl across from him. She looked aghast at his lies and yet, from fear and shock he assumed, still composed.

"Oh, i understand, now Mr. Hyuga, there will be some fees for a change in flights, but it will only be the difference in flight prices."

Gaara made a sound to say he understood and the light-hearted voice went on.

"I have your sister.. Hinata's flight here. My next flight leaving for Chonto is boarding at 15 past noon tomorrow, will that be acceptable?"

Gaara looked to the girl sitting across from him and knew she could hear the conversation. She was doing her best to look uninterested, but he could sense her urgency.

"Nothing sooner?" He asked and the girl hummed on the line.

"No, I'm afraid that's the only flight with an opening, i can put her on a waiting list and give You a call if anything opens up?"

"Yes that would be nice"

"Alright how would You like to pay for the new seat?we have one in couch and two in first class available…" …

After giving his card information and purchasing the seat difference for the girl, a minor fee really, he set the phone down and for the second time made clear eye contact with her.

" Hinata is it?"

She nodded.

"It's a beautiful name." The ghost in front of him nodded again.

"Well, they don't have a flight until tomorrow, as You heard, so we should get You a hotel, or You are welcome to stay at my home for the night ." He tried to gauge her reaction, but she seemed a frightened blank mask. A beautiful mask no doubt, one so familiar and yet so different to him.

" I have a small guest bedroom." He explained, "i live in the Wind district of the city, it's not too far by cab and it's close enough to the airport."

She pressed her fingertips into the coffee cup and nodded.

"If i-it's alright..i really d-don't have money for a h-hotel room" she was studying the zipper on his jacket instead of looking at him. She looked almost like a whipped dog, the way her eyes would travel by his, never quite looking at him.

"I would pay for a hotel room if you needed. I think-" he glanced at the bag still slung over his shoulder despite having sat down. "-i have put You through enough trouble to do that for you".

She shook her head.

"oh n-no, it-it's fine i.. d-don't want t-to be a-alone anyways." She admitted and he noted for the first time the bruise healing on her left cheek and the newer one on her shoulder just under the collar of her jacket.

"I understand." He felt the frown cross his face and tore his eyes away from the green and purple discoloration.

"Why don't we get something to eat here and then we can go back to my place?"

It turned out getting something to eat would not be as simple as Gaara had planned. She has spent several minutes reading the menu, and then rereading the whole thing, and then repeating the process once more. He tried to give her his opinion, saying everything had had ever had here was good, but his opinions on the matter no matter how positive they were seemed to make her more nervous. She was picking at the corner of the menu where the laminate was coming up, she was so nervous, more terrified now, in a way then she had been before. Faced with a gun and a random stranger she has been hysterical, eyes wide and heart racing, but faced with this decision he saw a new kind of fear he couldn't quite understand. the way she sat like she was in time. He knew he wanted to comfort her, the panic patterned into a familiar anxiety she was doing her best to hide through practiced calm. But it was too calm. The kind of calm he wanted to gently control.

"I'm not very hungry," she finally said and he noticed her stutter had disappeared. His eyes narrowed on her curiously.

"To be honest I'm to shaken up to keep anything down I think." A moment of understanding passed back and forth between them, and she glanced around as if someone in the small cafe might know what he meant.

"I'm ready to go when you are," the strap on his arm felt heavy.

"M-me too."

On the curb as the taxi he had hailed pulled up he asked her once again if she was sure she didn't want a hotel or have anyone she wanted to call. She had shaken her head and hidden behind azure bangs.

"No, I d-don't want to b-be alone." She was sincere, but he couldn't imagine why. She had no reason to trust him, Sure he has saved her life, but in reality any normal or sane person would want to get as far away as possible from someone who had involved them in something like that. He had a thought that she might be wanting to rob him, or had even been a plant by Orochimaru, but he ignored the doubts.

"Are you sure ?" He opened the door to the cab for her and she nodded again,

"Y-yes, I'm sure." She was once again sincere, but he noticed right away that she hesitated to get into the cab…

A/N: Hello everyone! Long time no see!

Yes, i've been gone for 5 years on another account and i'm back here to start uploading some stories and revamping old ones. This particular story was moved to my computer instead of because i was determined to make it my own instead of a fanfiction. To say the plot thickened is true, but it never left that Gaahina/Naruto feel behind. After some speculation i decided to delete (mostly) the whole thing and start over from scratch and continue this work as a fanfiction.

Lots has changed from the original content. I've tried to work towards more realistic relationship goals and setting a good example with my characters relationships. I wanted to branch out into the politics of the world i was creating and the other characters of Naruto. While also including the original feeling of the story. I hope i've done just that.

The characters might be a little OC-ish just because of the AU plotline.

TW: Rape, incest, substance abuse, strong language, gore, fetishes, animal cruelty, self harm, eating disorder mentions, underage scenes of a sexual nature, abusive parents and more.

AU: Gangster AU. The story is based in an almost Gotham City like style AU, things are falling apart and police and government can't keep up. Gangs are in taking over and have politicians and most of the police in their pockets. Also within the AU there was never the scare of aids so the LGBT+ community growth was never stunted. Kinks and the concept of BDSM is very normal although some may condemn the behavior. The plot to normalize sex and woman's right of the 1920s/1960s was never needed. Imagine a world without the influence of religion constraining the understanding of mankind's satisfaction and unchaste behaviors. We never left the freedom to love, lust, so we never had to claim it back.

Mentioned/Used and Supported Pairings: (Gaara X Hinata)(Itachi X Sasuke)(Orochimaru X Sasuke)(Sasuke X Sakura)(Kakashi X Iruka)(Itachi X Sakura)(ItaSasuSaku)(Naruto X Kiba)(Tsunade X Jiraiya)(Pain x Konan)(Orochimaru X Sasori)(Orochimaru X Gaara)(Deidara X Sasori)(Shikamaru X Temari)(Haku X Zabuza)(Karin X Sasuke)(Shino X Hinata)(Anko X Karin)(Kakuzu X dem dolla billz yo)(Kurenai X Asuma)(Gaara X OC)(Shukaku X Gaara)(Kimimaro X Itachi)(Tayuya X Hidan)(Kobuto X Shizune)(Shiho X Shikamaru)

Pairings might be added to as i am writing.

XOXO, Jessababy