Stockholm Syndrome Gone Really, Really Wrong!

Warning: NejiKiba (Sweets: I'm really sorry Mewzers, I had no idea that there were persons who hated NejiKiba, my apologies.)

Chapter 2

He sighed and rubbed his aching shoulders before rolling them in small circles. He exhaled slowly and quietly before slipping into the entry way of the dimly lit room. His goal tonight was the Konoha necklace. The necklace was given to the country as a gift, a sort of property treaty along with the princess that wore it. He wasn't too familiar with the story but he knew that the lucky lady in his life would truly appreciate such an exquisite gift.

He pulled out a compact make up set and blew its contents into the room. The beams of green lasers soon became visible. He shook his head and smirked. 'They couldn't have been red,' he scoffed before he started to scope the room for a control panel or a security box. He didn't spot one but the gleam of the necklace behind the very shiny very clear display case did catch his eyes. His fingers instinctively started to twitch with the need to get it. He was a kleptomaniac at heart. He smirked to himself before pushing up from the wall. 'Perhaps if I maneuver my body just right I might just avoid getting a limb slashed off by these lasers,' he took a cautious step forward and lept over the first laser.

Beep. Beep. Beep.

'Shit motion sensor!' he scowled and glanced behind for the inevitable scuffle of feet from the guards but none was heard. "They must be doubting my skills," he smirked before adjusting his raven like mask. He heard a hiss and spun around just in time to dip his head and launch his body forward as the glare of a green laser raced to his body. The beeping intensified and soon more lasers were headed towards him.

He slumped his back as he looked at the three on coming very deadly lasers. He sighed and shook his head, "Great. Just fantastic!" he snarled.

Shukaku slumped down in his bed and grabbed a few pillows from the head of the bed to prop himself up as he clicked through channels. "There's nothing on TV anymore…" he muttered as he channel surfed.

"-It was said to be impenetrable but the Hawk had mana-" he flipped the channel.

"What the hell are you doing?" Kyuubi snarled snatching the remote from the president and flipping back to the news channel. The redhead had been sitting at the head of the bed all decked out in his navy blue pajamas with dark blue fuzzy slippers at the foot of the bed to match without saying much but decided to make his presence known when the news was changed.

"-once again only a raven feather was left in the display case where the once beautiful and priceless Konoha necklace lay." the president crawled back to the head of the bed and wrapped Kyuubi in his arms. The latter hissed at him and pulled away harshly to focus on the news, his eyes glued to the screen. He smirked to himself before slowly crawling behind Kyuubi once more.

"If you disturb me one more time! I'll castrate you!" Kyuubi hissed lowly. He grabbed the pillow Shukaku had been lying on before to stuff between his legs so he could rest his elbows on it.

"I don't see how you do it…" Shukaku muttered. He hated the news. Never had liked and probably would never like it despite his status in his country. That was why he needed Kyuubi. The man was so scandalous and so overdramatic that he was the most current aware man that Shukaku knew. It was what helped him to do his job properly… so he had said anyways.

When the anchor announced the upcoming programs Kyuubi allowed him to be wrapped up into the strong arms of his boyfriend. "What do you think about the Hawk huh?" Shukaku sighed at the question. The only thing he hated the most of his loud mouthed and inquisitive boyfriend was when we wanted to talk about the news. He never knew the right things to say to defend a point and for various reasons. The strongest one being that he didn't even watch the news but to Kyuubi that was as good as no excuse.

"I don't like him." Shukaku spoke truthfully, "He's a criminal of the highest degree. He deserves to be caught and put away for a long time."

"But don't you think there's a reason?" Kyuubi said softly, obviously sympathizing with the thief. Always the humanitarian.

"There's always a reason. It's if that reason is valid that's important. And in any case, there is no just enough reason to betray your country by taking the most important things that lie within it. If a country can't depend on it's own who will it depend it?" Kyuubi was troubled to say the least. He always thought he could fix everything. He was a 'My heart's on my sleeve' kinda guy. Shukaku loved and hated that about him.

"Maybe we could issue a statement." Shukaku raised a bushy blonde brow at the redhead that never failed to amuse to him.

"Addressing…?"

"The Hawk!" Kyuubi exclaimed enthusiastically, flailing his arms but not enough to break free from Shukaku's hold. "We could send a message to him!" Shukaku sighed loudly. "Now before you say no!" he interjected before Shukaku could open his mouth, "We'd simply tell him that what he's doing is wrong-"

"You think he doesn't know?"

"He's a kleptomaniac!"

"I didn't hear that on the news…"

"They don't need to say it on the news. I went to med school."

"You flunked out-"

"That's beside the point." Kyuubi pouted placing a small kiss on the president's lip which earned him a small smile. "I know a little bit about these things and he's so far gone for stuff that is shiny, priceless and otherwise he would have never have obtained. Kleptomaniacs' just steal because they can't help themselves. We should offer him help. Maybe he'll-" Shukaku cut him off with a short kiss then stared into his golden eyes.

He pulled up into a sitting position and pulled Kyuubi closer to his body. He caressed his hair line from front to back then gently pull him closer and sealed their lips together. "You're rambling again Hun," he whispered when they parted. Kyuubi blushed lightly before sealing their lips again but this time it was much more passionate. Shukaku pulled Kyuubi closer until his body was flush against his. He slowly laid him down all the while making sure that their lips never parted.

As they pulled apart he stared down into the golden orbs that he had come to love so much. "I love you…" Shukaku whispered. Kyuubi stared back into Shukaku's orbs before his eyes teared up and he gently pushed on Shukaku's chest. The latter stared down at him with confused eyes and wiped away a stray tear.

"But not enough to tell Gaara about us…?" Kyuubi whispered his voice breaking at the end. Shukaku sighed deeply and kissed away a few more tears then licked his lips.

"It's- he's not-" he sighed and looked towards the door. He couldn't meet the pained expression of the one he loved. "The time's not right." he whispered but the damage had still been done. He felt more pressure on his chest so he pushed up and let Kyuubi up.

He heard him sniffle so he went behind him and placed his hands on his shoulder but Kyuubi shrugged him off and slipped his feet into his fuzzy slippers. "Send me a memo of the right time then." he sniffed before grabbing his pillow and started making his way to the door.

"Kyuubi please-"

"Good night Mr. President," he said formally before slipping out of the room. Shukaku sighed and dropped himself unto the bed. He groaned before rolling unto his belly and groaning again.

Gaara groaned lightly before rubbing his neck lightly and rolling unto his back. With another groan he rolled back over and grabbed his remote. He clicked the TV on and started to flip through the channels but froze when he saw a display of a beautiful blue necklace surrounded with blue gems with an even more beautiful sapphire stone in the centre of it. 'What a beautiful necklace,' he mused before a flashing red question mark blinked in front if the necklace making the necklace disappear a few times before reappearing. He frowned slightly and turned up the volume up.

"The priceless treaty necklace of the princess was stolen by who officials believe to be the Hawk. The calling card, a black feather was left behind at the scene of the crime resting on the bed that had once belonged to the priceless necklace. It is also reported that-" the reporter stopped speaking and pressed a hand to her ear. Her eyes widened in alarm and her breath obviously shortened. "Wait a minute! Breaking news!" she said much more loudly than how she had been speaking before. "News just arrived at our station that the vice president's son Kiba Inuzuka was kidnapped!" She pressed her hand to ear again. "By the Hawk! The notorious black feather was left in his wake along with a note that the secret service has refused to disclose the public. They say for security reasons. More details at eleven o clock news," she smiled uncertainly for a few seconds before the screen went black and some white words appeared. The announcer said, "We now return you to your regular programming."

"This 'Hawk' person is getting more and more daring every time I hear news about him." Gaara muttered before clicking the TV off and pulling the covers off his bed and slipping in.

Kyuubi sniffles quietly outside the president's door before turning to walk down the hallway. He stopped halfway through and turned back. Silently passing the president's door this time he continued his way down the hall and stopped before another white door. After knocking softly he was rewarded with an agitated groan then the clicking of the door.

'Someone had better be dying to cone wake me up,' Gaara grumbled as he pulled the door open. He was met with a sniffling and puffy eyed Kyuubi who was clutching a pillow to his chest. "Are you alright Kyuu?" Gaara asked moving aside letting Kyuubi in.

"Not really," he sniffled before shuffling over to Gaara's bed. As he turned to face Gaara couldn't help but be swallowed by the big golden eyes that seemed to be pleading with him. "Can I sleep here tonight Gaara?" he whispered breaking eye contact and lowering his head.

Something was wrong. The normally loud and enthusiastic Kyuubi acting all dejected and sad, even crying? Something was way wrong. "Kyuu, what's wrong? Are you alright?" Gaara questioned as he pulled the redhead to his bed and forced him to sit down.

"Can I sleep here?" he asked again looking very tired. Gaara nodded slowly and watched as Kyuubi slowly lay down on the bed and wrapped his arms tightly around his pillow before he resumed to silently sobbing. Gaara stayed up most of the night tubing his back and trying to pry what was wrong out of him.

'He won't crack,' Gaara thought pushing up from the bed and crawling to the edge. He took up then tossed the remote to Kyuubi who howled and started to whimper when the controller connected with his forehead.

"Oww…" he groaned rubbing the red spot on his forehead. "Why'd you do that?"

"Because you're being ridiculous!" he snarled but patted his friend's head nonetheless, "Besides… it was an accident."

"Seemed like a pretty accurate accident to me," he muttered and pouted

"Oh!" Kiba growled as the binds on his hands were tightened even more by one. Notoriously called The Hawk. "Will you be gentle?" he growled at the brunette who smirked at him. He couldn't see his face because of his mask but what he did see from his well angled jaw and smooth porcelain skin and long silken hair… this man was beautiful. A criminal… but beautiful nonetheless. "Why are you doing this?" Kiba snarled trying desperately not to fall for the man's good looks. The man blatantly ignored him and turned around to grab something else from his black sling shoulder bag.

Kiba took the opportunity to kick him square in the ass making him top face forward before he sprung up from his seat and bolted for the way he thought they had come all the while screaming at the top of his lungs. "Somebody help me!" Kiba screamed turning a corner before looking over his shoulder to see if he was being followed. 'Must've kicked him harder than I thought…' he mused before his body crashed into something firm. He was caught off guard. He struggled to right himself when he realized he was going down. He let out a startled yelp as whatsoever he had crashed into arm darted out to snake itself around his torso. He blinked before he looked up into his saviors face and saw lilac eyes. That's when he noticed they were on a roof and he was blindly running to the edge of it.

A soft breeze blew by and swirled around their bodies blowing the man's silk locks into his face. He inhaled deeply easily becoming intoxicated by the fresh lilac scent. 'Lilac, just like his eyes…' Kiba thought dazed his eyes beginning to flutter as the scent overcame his senses. He glanced down and noticed that the man was smirking. A smirk which slowly melted into a soft smile.

"And where do you think you're going?" he asked huskily.

'Damn…' Kiba drawled. He stuttered to find the rights words. Heck! He stuttered to find words!

"We're in a deserted building on the outskirts of town in the highest portions of it," the man whispered in his ear. "No one will hear you scream…" he trailed off brushing his hair behind him and stroking away a loose strand form Kiba's cheek."Or moan," he continued which caused the desired effect; a longing moan emitted by his victim.

In one swift movement Kiba grabbed his face and captured his lips. The Hawk smirked inwardly and returned the kiss wholeheartedly. In a few minutes it was a full on passionate make out scene.

The Hawk slowly pulled away and stared down into dazed dark brown eyes. He cupped his cheek and stroked it with his thumb. "Such a beauty," he murmured and smiled gently, "Why does Mommy Inuzuka keep you locked away so?" He noticed the pink tinge on the painted face darken just a little bit.

"She's over protective," he mumbled his half lidded eyes drooping. The Hawk chuckled and pecked each cheek. He listened to the contented sigh that escaped soft pale pink lips.

"Trying to protect his baby boy from getting kidnapped?" he whispered his breath ghosting over Kiba's lips. He leaned down and captured the too soft lips once again, Kiba readily opening his mouth. He took the opportunity to map out the warm mouth and dance a forbidden dance with its owners tongue.

The pulled apart moments later to swallow gulps of air, "Are you always this attractive Hawk?" Kiba whispered huskily? The Hawk chuckled before placed his hand on the vice president's son waist and led him back inside.

"What are you doing?" Kiba asked dazed as The Hawk laid him down on a make shift cot but made no attempt to join him.

"I've got work to do love…" the Hawk said softly while turning away. Kiba felt his heart flutter. What was it about this man that had made him fall for him? In just thirty six hours! Maybe it was the thrill of the adventure that they were embarking on that had excited him so. Or maybe the fact that if he was caught they would be in such a compromising position. Or maybe it was because he wanted to be with the man even though he knew what he was capable of.

There had been no reports of The Hawk killing anyone or critically injuring anyone but that didn't mean that he was any less dangerous. Probably it was that fact that made the man so damn attractive!

"But I thought that we were gonna…" Kiba started but trailed off feeling embarrassed. He had fallen hard for a criminal! I man that was wanted by a lot of countries because of his line of work. He's a liability! 'And even if he does fall for me…' he thought solemnly. 'We would never last…'

The Hawk shook his head slightly before grabbing a bottle of water and turning around. He walked over to the bed and sat on the edge before Kiba and gently pinched his chin and lifted. He admired the triangular painted markings on each cheek then stared down into brown orbs.

"And we will…" he murmured while kissing each cheek."You should drink some water. You haven't eaten in a while." he handed the bottle to the vice president's son who took it and gulp down a few mouthfuls.

"This tastes kinda funny, it doesn't really taste like-" The Hawk grabbed the body that fell limp into his arms and snatched the bottle away so it wouldn't spill on the bed. He laid him down and got up.

"It's time for me to get ready. The ball will start soon."

Shukaku glared at the group of security service agents who were gathered before him in the oval office. "Sir. We advise you not to allow Gaara to go to that ball." the head agent spoke up.

Shukaku sighed loudly. "And why not? Do you have any proof that the Hawk is after my son?" he asked, sifting through some papers before stacking them together and setting them aside. Kyuubi and Gaara were sitting in the couch against the wall just listening to the conversation.

Gaara was already in his dress pants and white shirt along with his blood red tie. His jacket was slung on the arm of the chair as he stared at the people talking about him as if he wasn't there.

"The strings of abductions are continuously getting higher and higher and since the vice president's son was abducted a little over thirty nine hours ago we believe that your son might be next. Maybe within the next twenty nine hours."

"And what proof do you have of that agent Nara?" Shukaku blinked. They all knew how antisocial Gaara could be when he was in the mood and the ball was a gathering of many sons and daughters of leaders of different countries so it was important for the new generation to mix and mingle. Less wars in the future.

Them pulling Gaara, the president's son, from the meeting and greeting would be devastating for the future of the country. "Sir, we'd like to introduce you to the ambassador's daughter," he stepped aside and gave way to a petite pink haired girl as she timidly made her way into the room to take a seat before the president's desk. "She was the last victim of The Hawk."

The only thought that crosses the president's mind was, 'What is with these teenagers nowadays? I mean! Pink hair?'

Sweets:

I still don't have a beta so please forgive me for the grammatical errors and incorrect spellings that you find. You could point them out and i'll correct them.