Stockholm Syndrome Gone Really, Really Wrong!

Sweets: I AM SOO SOO SORRY! MY INTERNET HAS BEEN REALLY BAD AND I WOULD HAVE SWORN TO YOU ALL THAT I POSTED THIS CHAPTER! I ALMOST POSTED CHAPTER 5! I'm so sorry… but please review…

Chapter 4

Flashback:-

"Would you care to dance?" the Hawk asked his hand outstretched. Even in his disguise as a black man with locked hair he was always as delicious as ever. He inwardly smirked at the victory. 'Gaara is just as good as wrapped around my pinky.' his target raised a delicate eyebrow.

"I don't think so. I was just about to have a seat," he replied turning around to walk away but The Hawk was having none of it. Quickly grabbing his arm he yanked the very short redhead to his chest causing him to spill his drink then drop the cup all together. "What the hell are you doing," he growled his voice slightly muffled by the tuxedo's jacket.

"Just one dance," The Hawk said pulling him to the middle of dance floor before the blonde and brunette could intervene. He scouted the room and spotted two secret service men starting to approach them; one just lowering his hand from having spoken into his mic. 'Time fir evasive action,' The Hawk reached into his breast pocket with his free hand and flicked a switch attached to a small flat rectangular device that immediately started to beep; slowly at first then gradually increase before it was humming but then completely stopped.

A piercing shriek was heard from somewhere outside the grounds of the ballroom. "It's Kiba!" The woman shrieked blazing into the ballroom. The music cut abruptly and the spotlights shone on her. "It's Kiba's body! It's dangling from The Clock Tower! It looks like…" he voice died down as she wrapped her arms around her body and falling to her knees. People rushed up to her to lay comforting hands on her. "He's dead."

End Flashback:-

The secret service agents immediately started to push through the throngs of people that had gathered around the woman and that had started to tub outside to see if what the woman had said was true.

The Hawk watched as the ballroom slowly dissipate and took the opportunity to give his victim a once over. Red spiky hair with some blonde roots showing through the part that gave view to his Japanese kanji that read 'love'. He was wearing dark eyeliner around his eyes and a little dark eye shadow to finish the eerie look. The redhead's lips were pursed together as he also surveyed the man that had easily captured him.

"You're The Hawk aren't you?" he asked in the same monotonous voice he had greeted him with earlier. The Hawk flashed his pearly whites once again.

"For a rich kid you're pretty smart aren't you?"

"It would take a jackass not to realize that." the sassy redhead retorted matter-of-factly. The Hawk continued to grin at him.

"Let's go." he replied pulling a napkin from his breast pocket and covering it over Gaara's nose and mouth. The redhead stared at him passively and watched as a slow smirk made its way to the handsome mans face. Said man slowly leaned down until his lips were directly beside Gaara's ear. "You know Hun," he began smoothly. "You're gonna have to breathe sooner or lately. Gaara glared over his shoulder at having being found out and decided that he wasn't going to go down without a fight.

Gaara harshly yanked his head back and stumbled a bit before twisting his body on his heel. "Somebody help-" he didn't get to finish his sentence before a hand grabbed his hair and yanked back just as harsh. "Gyah!" he loose before the napkin was placed firmly over his nose and mouth. This time, however, he needed a breath. Sucking in a lungful of the nauseating chemicals his world started to get woozy.

Meanwhile:-

Shikamaru Nara, head of the secret service association, screamed into his radio demanding that the fire-brigade immediately come to The Clock Tower.

"Sir we have several other emergencies taking care of and we only have two more machines left," the operator tried to console the irate chief. "We need to keep them here in case-"

"Don't gimme that bullshit!" Shikamaru screamed.

"Sir, please, calm down-"

"The vice president's son's body is dangling from the hour hand of The Clock Tower! If you want to keep your jobs I suggest you get an engine down here before I count to three,"

"We need all remaining units down at The Clock Tower immediately! Emergency! All units down to The Clock Tower immediately. Shikamaru waited until he heard the blaring of the sirens and roar of the engines before he disconnected the call; nor demeaning the woman worthy of a thank you.

He clipped the radio back into place on his hip then allowed his eyes to drift upwards towards where Kiba's naked body dangled repeatedly like a yo-yo. 'The hour hand won't last much longer,' he mused to himself. With every drop of the limp form the hour hand slid down a little more. That clocked hadn't ticked for ages and it was now when they didn't want it to tick it was ticking away. The Hawk purposely added oil of some other lubricants to the gears to get them to work. "The bastard," Shikamaru muttered sighing and drawing his hand over his face.

"You okay?" his right-hand man, Shino Aburame asked handing him a cup of coffee that he had been sipping.

"This job isn't getting any easier Shino." he sighed deeply. "A kleptomaniac with an eye for anything worthy. But, why Kiba?" Shino patted his shoulder.

"With all due respect chief, not because you guys aren't dating anymore why you should refer to him as not worthy. He is the vice president's son,"

"You know that's not what I meant Shino," Shikamaru leveled him with a steely glare that he wasn't sure was returned considering the dark glasses he had on his face. "You know he's different. He doesn't act like he's from a line if respectful people. He acts just like everybody else. He's no Konoha diamond Shino."

"I know that. But it doesn't change the fact that he has the title. And that's all The Hawk needs."

"Stupid asshole!" Shikamaru growled watching as the hour hand ticked to between the two and the three. If it made it to four Kiba's body would start to slid off and at the height he's at; he would drop like a brick. "Where's that engine!" Shikamaru roared startling the other officers and passersby that were near him. The distant sound of the fire engine and more police squad cars could be heard coming.

"But what would The Hawk gain from dangling his body from a clock. The Hawk never does anything unless it benefits him in some way…" Shino muttered pursing his lips and furrowing his eyebrows. A thin silence enveloped them as they thought of possible reasons. Simultaneously their eyebrows rise to their hairline.

"All officers! Back to the ballroom! The Hawk is out to get the president's son! Back to the ballroom!" Shikamaru bellowed already running towards the ballroom.

"But sir, Kiba…" Shikamaru stopped running and hung his head. Feeling a dull ache in his heart that he promptly pushed aside.

"It's too late for him… let's focus on who we have let."

"But sir-"

"All officers to the ballroom now! Shino! Take care of this!" and again he took off.

•

"What's your name?" Gaara asked as The Hawk was busying himself with tying rope around his wrists behind him, probably to stop him from trying to escape.

"You're a strange case you know that Gaara…" The Hawk purred close to his ear.

"Hmm? Why do you say that?"

"You should be struggling. Fighting. Desperate to get away even but no… none of that." The Hawk roughly grabbed his shoulders shaking him harshly in the process then stared him in the eyes. His brown orbs glimmering with mischief.

Gaara raised a delicate eyebrow before shaping his face into a bored expression. "I still didn't get your name." he said still monotonous. The Hawk frowned and pushed away from his prey. Apparently this prey would need a bigger scare to shock him into submission. He was way too docile while practically in the lion's mouth. The Hawk would need to teach him to fear, respect and adore superiors. He walked over to a long body mirror and started to disrobe himself. Starting with his jacket straight down to a merino and his boxers.

Gaara's eyes widened a fraction as he look at ebony and ivory mixing together. The Hawk's shoulders to his elbow were ivory whilst down from there it was the Hershey color that he had become accustomed to. The Hawk's legs, from what he could see from a little above mid-thigh and downwards was pure ivory; complete porcelain. His locks, face and down to his chest and pecs were ebony; beautiful dark chocolate.

Gaara watched trance like as the man started to shed his outer skin. Peeling the skin from his elbows down to every detail of his fingers and fingernails. 'Genius,' Gaara watched, admitting that the man was good at what he did, he wasn't about to get caught. This man had absolutely no intentions of ever going to prison. Or being sentenced to death.

"Like what you see," the obnoxious man purred looking at Gaara through his reflections. Gaara stared at him dully before blinking twice. The Hawk paused his stripping to entertain a little stare down with his prey. 'Oh this is gonna be good,' he flashed Gaara a charming smile before pulling the locked wig from his head and ruffled his hair to set it free but it left it all tissues as though an actual hawk had gone crazy in it.

He expected Gaara to burst out laughing at the display but when nothing happened he subconsciously reached for his brush and started to draw it through hair, slowly and careful untangling the knots all the while keeping his eyes locked with Gaara. As he finished smoothing out his long silky hair he straightened and folded his arms over his chest. 'Is he trying to show me up,' The Hawk frowned at his and Gaara's reflection noticing that even though he was frowning Gaara still had a passive and bored expression on his face. 'Stupid redhead,' he hissed. "Hyuuga." The redhead blinked and the shiny haired brunette. 'Finally! Almost thought he shut down,' he frowned at the thought before smirking once more, flashing little teeth. "Neji Hyuuga."

•

Kyuubi nuzzled his face into Shukaku's neck as they pushed their naked bodies even closer together. "What a night," Kyuubi sighed before letting his eyes slide close ready to enjoy the rest of his night with his lover when Shukaku's phone started to blare it's stupid ringtone.

"Ignore it," Shukaku muttered his voice thick with sleep.

They almost fell asleep until the restricted line started shrill ringing; its awful blood curling shrill that always made Kyuubi's throat close up. He slowly and cautiously pushed away from Shukaku's body as he rolled off the bed to find his clothes. He found the bundle and tossed Kyuubi's clothes to him while he yanked his own on.

Kyuubi moved at a much slower pace still staring at the generally direction that the phone was still shrilling away. Shukaku smoothly moved over to his boyfriend and helped him into his clothes before setting him down on the bed and turning his head away from the direction his eyes seemed to be glued to. He placed a gentle kiss on Kyuubi's head before snatching the phone and exiting the room knowing that Kyuubi wouldn't be eavesdropping. The last time he had heard the shrilling he'd underestimated it. A bullet had grazed one of his agent's skull because of negligence. It still had Kyuubi shaken up because he was partly to blame.

Shukaku double checked the door to make sure it was properly locked before flipping the phone open and snapping it to his ear. "Sand."

"Mr. Sand," He heard his most trusted service agent clear his throat nervously. He also sounded like he was out of breath.

"Is something wrong Shikamaru?" Shukaku urged him on.

"It's Gaara; we believe The Hawk has gotten him."

"What?" Shukaku growled, his shoulders becoming stiff and back rigid.

"We received information on the location of Kiba," he let the sentence hang in the air as he heard the president's breathe hitch. "The Hawk killed him and left his body dangling on the hour hand of The Clock Tower."

"Oh God," Shukaku breathed rubbing his face and slumping against the wall. He allowed his body to slide down and behind to hit the floor softly.

"We're getting the body down as we speak."

"Shikamaru!" Shino's voice blared. The next sentence froze in his mouth as he heard his coworker shout. He'd never heard Shino shout before.

"I'm speaking with the president, not now-"

"It's Kiba! We got him down!" he huffed as he reached where his chief stood. "He's alive."

He's alive.

The words echoed in Shikamaru's head as his entire body went limp and the phone slipped from his grip.

"Shikamaru?" he heard Shino's voice but it seemed like it was a million miles away as his brain registered only one action, 'Get Kiba.' Blasting into high gear he bolted through the doors and shoved his way through the crowd and towards the tiny compacted crowd with paramedics with the large red cross on their backs. He trudged forward and grabbed the closest medic and tossed him aside.

He kneeled down beside the pale and sickly looking form of his very good friend. "Kiba?" he whispered gently reaching out to touch the body that looked more dead than alive until he saw the slight move of his eyeballs under the lids. He heaved a great sigh as a weight he didn't even know existed was lifted from his chest.

"If we don't look at him know he may actually die…" I medic said timidly hoping that he wouldn't get a punch to the face. Shikamaru nodded slightly and stumbled back as a gurney was lowered beside Kiba and his body was carefully placed on it, straightened then carted off to the back of an ambulance.

•

'Neji Hyuuga.' Gaara mused watching as The Hawk was making them dinner. From the body movement Gaara could deduce that he was adding additional stuff to his food. Neji placed Gaara's food before him on a small table and went to untie him. As Neji took his seat at the other end of the table he started to slowly put forkfuls into mouth and looked up to see Gaara staring at him.

Since learning his name Gaara has practically been sitting and staring at him and being the almighty god that he was, it was hard to admit that it was unnerving. Those piercing teal eyes seemed like they were looking for something in his soul. "Is there something wrong?" he asked in the sultriest voice he could muster at the moment.

"I want to go clubbing," the redhead smirked. As if that was the most normal thing to ask your kidnapper. Neji gave him the most unbelievingly look he had, which was very hard because even his jaw had gone slack.

"You're kidding right?"

"No," Gaara crossed his arms across his chest and stared at Neji but with a little dare in his eyes.

"No." Neji replied smirking at his response. Gaara blinked at him. 'I am the god here. I make the demands', "Eat. Your food is getting cold."

"No."

"Then starve," Neji snarled at him.

"Fine."

Neji watched as Gaara just sat across from him and stared at him with those piercing eyes of his. It was nerve wracking. Making him think twice about snatching this boy. He was questioning his authority! Did he not know of his acknowledgement? Was this really going to be a battle of wits and charm? Certainly the boy was a sight to see; beautiful, soft face and gorgeous eyes but he was no Hawk. The Hawk was a god sent. He was Hercules reincarnated! How dare the redhead treat him any less?

Well he knew one thing for sure… he was notgoing to give in.

Two Hours Later

The pair strolled into a popular downtown nightclub; one where Neji was sure any upper classmen wouldn't recognize Gaara. His striking teal eyes were exquisite in this day and age. He had redressed in his dark suit but instead of a tuxedo he was wearing light jeans and a body fit, black t-shirt. He forced a black shoulder length black wig on Gaara's head because he was a natural blonde, blonde just wouldn't work and red was obviously out of the question whether or not it was long or short.

Neji pulled Gaara snug against his body as he swayed to middle of the dance floor moving in unison with the throngs of people already gyrating away.

Perhaps Gaara wanted to display his skills in dancing? Neji would not be out done. "Can you dance Gaara?" Neji purred in his ear and he started to slow move his hips, Gaara ignored him and pulled away from already moving away.

"Don't even try to run. The pin in your arm will shock you so badly if you wonder too far from me." Neji growled. Still not coming to grasp that a mere commoner was trying to put him down; and was slightly succeeding. Here he was being so nice and this was how he was being repaid?

"Whatever," Gaara smirked turning back to grab his wrist and drag him towards the bar. "Let's get a drink." Neji raised a delicate brow.

"Are you even old enough to drink?" Gaara stared blankly at him.

"Are you old even to be kidnapping people?" Neji opened his mouth to retort but found himself at a loss for words. He had a feeling that Gaara Sabaku would be his most interesting take in a long, long time.

•

Shikamaru grasped the tanned hand in his grip as tight as he could fearing that if he should let up on the pressure that it would revert to the scary pale limp looking form it was before. His heart was continuously aching. If only he had done more. If only he hadn't made that choice. Maybe, just maybe he and Kiba would be relaxing in Hawaii right now instead of watching the love of life lying in a hospital bed. He felt like shit, if he were asked how he was dealing. Now more than ever he just wanted to run away. Quit his job and runaway. Who knows the psychological damage that The Hawk had inflicted on him and who knew if he would ever be the same again. His beloved Inuzuka would probably not be his anymore… and the thought killed.

He heaved a heavy sigh before raising their interlocked hands to his forehead. "Kiba," he breathed. "Please wake up."

"No…" he heard a weak muttering. His head shot up to see Kiba's eyes struggling under his closed lids. The relief that washed over him made his entire body sag and caused him to drop their hands; still interlocked. "Five more minutes Momma." He muttered and rolled over on his side hugging his and Shikamaru's hands to chest.

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Sweets: Well, there it is :D Not as long as the last chapter but its still pretty long. I hope you all like it and remember to review!

I haven't a beta. I sent massages but no reply. Anyone wanna be my beta? Please?

Again.. this was my mistake and I really am sorry... I was actually thinking to myself that this chapter sucked so bad that no one reviewed... sigh smh..