Stockholm Syndrome Gone Really, Really Wrong!

Sweets: Serious case of writer's block people. This chapter was squeezed outta me. I wanted to update sooner but during little parts that I had a flow some things went really wrong so I had sit and read everything over. It really is exhausting when you don't have a beta and you're not feeling well.

I hope you all like the chapter though. It's pretty boring but hopefully it's interesting enough (oxymoron much XD).

Say hello to my beta Vick Pena! Yes I finally have a beta! Thanks for all who answered my request!

Chapter 5

As Shikamaru looked down on his lover of three years he couldn't help but remember all that they had gone through. So much had happened over the short time span of three years… to think he'd have gone from a beginner in the association to being head in such a short time. He'd been kept under the covers for so long that when the president was in danger he decided to take action. Sure he thought that everything would be pretty bothersome but he decided that he'd take that responsibility. He loved his country enough to repay it in anyway that he could. He only had one life to live and sitting in the background and being ordered around by people who barely knew have the shit spilling from their mouths was more than he could handle.

He'd met Kiba while they were keeping one of his friends under surveillance. Kiba had been dating from a young age and so far all his choices had been stupid. He dated loudmouthed, rude, arrogant, goofy, high, and criminal down to the high class all in one felt swoop. There was no one who Kiba considered to out of his league. He hadn't even given a second thought as to how it would affect his mother and her standing as a vice president; someone who could and would take control over the entire country should something happen to the current president. Kiba didn't give a damn. It didn't even seem like he cared or had an image to uphold like every other high class person out there.

Kiba did drugs, he got into fights, he picked wars and was an all around prankster that was so violent and loud that he couldn't be control… not even his own mother could set him in his place and Lady Inuzuka was known to be quite a frightful woman when she wanted to be. People could only guess how much she turned up the heat when she was scolding him for his stupidity. But her words had always fallen on deaf ears.

Shikamaru couldn't quite place it how he'd developed feelings for the tattoo faced boy but he knew that something about him made him want to stay by his side. Keep him from making the foolish decisions that he always seemed to jump at making. He just wanted to show him that there was more to life than just living for yourself, that sometimes you'd have to be the example for others to follow. He wanted him to see how much his mother was hurting. Shikamaru was no fool, he could read anyone like a book in fifteen seconds at most and when he watched the reactions that went through Lady Inuzuka's eyes when she's received the latest news that her son was found lying in a pool of his vomit when a party he attended had gotten out of control. He had seen how her eyes had been filled to the brim with sorrow and disappointment yet all she had retorted with was that she would deal with him.

On his mission he had been instructed to stay by Kiba's side whilst his teammates followed the suspicious activities of Kiba's friend. After many deliberations and attempted arrests, an all out chase had ensued that had driven half of the force across the country in less than twenty hours. Kiba and his mother were separated for security reason so Shikamaru along with his right hand man, Shino, had been left in charge of protecting Kiba. To say they were disappointed by his laid back attitude would be a serious understatement. He didn't have a care in the world, not even when they told him that he might go to federal prison for harboring a fugitive or partaking in drugs while he was still underage. Even when Shikamaru had read him his offenses he'd replied saying that he wanted pizza with a grin on his face. Shikamaru had thought that getting through to him was a lost cause.

But after working with him for a while he realized that Lady Inuzuka had no idea how to raise a child. He grew up to be an attention seeker, and he fought hard to get it from anywhere that he could. Which Shikamaru realized as why he behaved the way he did. Even after all the trouble that he had gotten himself into Lady Inuzuka still didn't have time for him. Only scolding him when he tainted her image as a respected woman in the society. Shikamaru had then decided that he would devote a portion of his time into making Kiba see that there were others out there who appreciated him for the individual that he was and that his mother wasn't the only one capable of giving him love and affection.

After spending some amount of time with him he concluded that Kiba wasn't as bad a guy as he pretended to be. He wasn't the smartest kid out there despite all the expensive classes and lecturers he had been given but he was street smart. A lot of his insight had aided the association in capturing wanted criminals. One thing led to another and before he knew it they were an item. He'd fallen for the ruffian who was supposed to be some sort of royalty. They were compatible though… it was odd but they just meshed. Opposites truly did attract.

Only after three years of dating that Shikamaru was fully acknowledged for his expertise and skills and was offered the position of the head of the association and was promoted to work by the president's side. It was a once in a lifetime opportunity. If he had turned it down he'd have remained underestimated and stuck in his desk job. He'd accepted it graciously, but every good thing came with a cost, its cost was that the previous head felt that his association with one Kiba Inuzuka was clouding his better judgment and that he should have known better that to associate himself with his charge. He'd been forced to make a decision; to end his relationship with Kiba and be promoted or to be fired for neglecting his duties which in turn would have him not see Kiba much or at all. They'd certainly do all they could to keep them apart but if he were by the president's side then he could keep secret watch over his love. He'd accepted the job and hardened his heart to end possibly the only good thing he had going for him.

Kiba had been distraught. He wasn't having any of it. He proposed that they run away and live someplace exotic and just keep to themselves, they wouldn't bother anyone so no one would bother them. Kiba was still a child… he wouldn't possibly understand. They'd come so far too… but what needed to be done had to be done and he'd casually said no and walked away. Naturally Kiba had reverted to his old self while Shikamaru watched and loved him from the shadows.

Now as he lay down beside him in his hospital bed holding him his arms as Kiba snuggled even closer he couldn't help but think that he would not be letting him go ever again. His grip tightened as he recalled seeing his body dangle from the tower and how he wished that he had just left his job, kidnapped him and run off to some exotic place then that filthy Hawk would never have gotten his claws on him in the first place. He growled low in his chest as he thought of the arrogant self-centered jerk that had almost killed his love. Just a few more strokes of the clock and Kiba would have fallen to his doom.

"Everything alright?" Kiba murmured his vice thick with sleep. Shikamaru sighed.

"I should be at work… but here I am… I'm going to get into a lot of trouble because of you," he whispered rubbing his nose his in the dull brown locks that laid flat on Kiba's head. To think that people had always thought that his hair was untamable. They'd always complain that he needed to comb and straighten his hair, now; he was longing to see those spikes again.

"You should go to work," he wheezed, "'Cause you're squeezing the crap outta me!" Shikamaru laughed. It had been a while since he'd had a good genuine laugh.

"Sorry 'bout that," he smiled releasing Kiba and allowing him to move back a bit on the large spacious bed. They stared at each other for a while before Shikamaru cupped his face and stroked it. He wasn't a man who cried for everything but the thought that he'd never be able to see Kiba again really struck a nerve. He felt majorly foolish for accepting the stupid job; he should have trusted Kiba enough to know that such simple things wouldn't be enough to tear them apart so easily.

"Don't get soft on me Shika…" Kiba smirked seeing the tears building up his eyes. He placed his own hand over Shikamaru's and leaned into the touch, "You know you can't get rid of me so easily." He joked. Leave it to Kiba to make an awful situation into a joke.

"I'm sorry I couldn't protect you…" Shikamaru murmured solemnly, "If only I had-"

"Stop." He said sternly gazing straight at him. "Who knew the Hawk would target someone like me?" he laughed "There's no way you can protect everyone."

'I could have tried,' he thought. Instead of voicing his thoughts he opted to pull Kiba into another embrace. "Maybe we should go to Hawaii… I hear the surfs great."

"I suck at surfing." Shikamaru laughed.

"I know! That's why it'd be so much fun to see you fail miserably."

"Ha ha." He said sarcastically. "Maybe I could get one of those Hawaiian hotties to teach me how to surf. Imagine their wet glistening bodies rubbing against mine when we're in the water and his hands on my waist-"

"We're not going to Hawaii." Shikamaru concluded his face dead serious as images of his Kiba being touched by god looking tanned men wearing hula skirts with impossibly toned bodies and amazing smiles with pearly white teeth. Hell no, they were definitely not going to Hawaii. Kiba loved it; he was dying with laughter at Shikamaru's pouting and sullen expression. "I don't find this funny at all."

"I do! Getting all possessive and shit! I was kidding!" Shikamaru snorted and closed the distance between them before firmly locking his lips onto Kiba's.

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Neji watched captivated as Gaara swung his hips from side to side and in a circle in a kind of hypnotizing way. He was captured. He just couldn't tear his eyes away. Sweat was pouring form the redhead's body and his clothes were absolutely drenched. It wasn't that he was all over the place like some people who claimed to be awesome dancers he was more like water… or a snake. His moves were so fluid and calm and serene yet so erotic and teasing and if Neji had been paying attention he would have noticed that he wasn't the only one that was captivated by the dance.

Every other move or so his clothes would flutter up and reveal the star that dangled from his navel and how low his pants were showed the intricate design displayed on his lower back. His hands swept over his body and his hair stuck to his face and in all direction that made him all the exotic. Absolutely hypnotizing. There was no way this boy was the president's son. Absolutely no way. As the song ended so did Gaara as his steps slowed and his hands fluttered to his side. The club was dead silent as they watched him saunter off to the bar to stand by the side of his companion. "You're drooling." He commented as he snatched Neji's drink and downed it in one gulp.

He quickly composed his face before casually slipping on his mask of indifference. "I told you not to leave my side." He made a buzzer sound before fully turning to look at his companion.

"You told me not to leave you sights. I'm pretty sure you along with every other person in this club was watching me," he smirked.

"Sir?" The bartender called placing two drinks in front of Gaara while flashing him a smooth smile.

"I didn't order anything," Gaara answered looking at the colorful drinks.

"I know. This one is from the gentleman over there," he pointed somewhere behind him to look at a tall tanned man, casually dressed and with a nice body. "And this is form the man over there," he continued pointing to the guy a seat down from Neji who smirked at him and tipped his drink in a toast before downing the drink. Gaara smirked back at him before taking the drink and downing it all the while keeping his gaze locked with the man. Neji watched the exchange with disgust before he leaned his head back and blocked their view.

"Jealous?" Gaara taunted. 'He really is trying to show me up…' Neji mused trying to keep his anger in check. He locked eyes with Gaara before he leaned forward and stopped close enough that his breath fanned over Gaara's lips.

"Not in the least," he purred. Instinctively Gaara pulled back and reached for the other cup but Neji beat him to it. Grabbing the glass and downing the contents in three gulps. 'He's so cute when he's drunk,' Neji thought absently. "You're a pretty nice dancer."

"I know." 'No thank you?' Neji raised a brow.

"Let's see how well." He grabbed Gaara's arm watching how his once mischievous eyes flashed with surprise.

"Hey!" he protested trying to get away.

"Just one dance…" he purred again licking his earlobe. He pulled Gaara to his chest before sweeping them both onto the dance floor. 'Now the fun begins.'

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Shukaku sat around his table in his office and stared. It was all he had been doing for the past couple of hours. Just stare. He hadn't heard a word from his agent in charge because he was all tangled up in the hospital with his ex-boyfriend and his second in command was still at the crime scene. They'd had two witnesses that claimed that some black man with long Rasta hair and abducted his son. It wasn't possible. It must've been the Hawk in disguise. It had to be connected with Kiba's recent discovery. What are the chances that they find Kiba's body; dead, his son gets whisked away by some handsome stranger then Kiba was actually alive? The president had come to the conclusion that the Hawk knew more than what he was letting on. He knew the right time to dispose of the Inuzuka boy as well as flawlessly capture his precious boy. It wasn't the case where it was because he was the vice president's son… the Hawk knew that if it were that factor alone that he'd have the secret service still swarmed around Gaara like a human vest… however, he somehow knew of Shikamaru's previous attachment to Kiba so he'd bet his mission on it. And he'd one. Shikamaru had been so caught up in rescuing Kiba he neglected his official duties. He played right into the Hawk's hands.

The Hawk was the puppeteer. They were all mere puppets being used by him.

But the real question was… how he got those fine, invisible and apparently strong strings attached to the heads of a country…

Conclusion- There was a mole in the Leaf.

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Kyuubi sat in the couch to the far corner relaying all he had been told earlier that morning. Everything had been going so well, and now, it was all a disaster. All he could do was sit and watch his lover stare blankly into space. He'd wanted to comfort him but what could he say to him. That it would be alright? Would it be alright? This was his only son. He'd lost his wife already, how much more did the man have to lose? When Gaara had been going through his rebellious period Shukaku had almost had a nervous breakdown. He had confided in Kyuubi to help him because he honestly didn't know how to deal with Gaara. He didn't want to hit him or call him names he just wanted him to go back to being the sweet boy that he was. Kyuubi owed Gaara his thanks, if it hadn't been for his attitude then he and the president would never have become so close. It made his heart swell to know that he was a role model but it now broke his heart that the first person to ever look up at him as more than just a noisy and nosey secretary to the oval office was gone. It made chills run up and down is spine at what could be happening to him. The Hawk hadn't asked for ransom money from Lady Inuzuka but surely the President's son would fetch a high price, and what if they didn't agree to his plans and he wasn't the type to bluff? He'd kill Gaara without giving a second thought to it.

He was in a state of distress. Who knew what the Hawk could be doing to Gaara at this very moment. He could be screaming in agony. In sever pain and wishing that someone would come and rescue him. Someone would hold him and protect. Maybe he was wishing that he was in a better place. A place without all the problems that he was facing at the moment.

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Neji gripped Gaara's sides as the redhead pushed his body even closer to his. It was sensual and arousing how they were dancing. It'd been a while since he had danced; he'd been too busy for stuff like that.

Dancing with Gaara felt both wrong and right at the same time. It was like a sin. You know that you're not supposed to do it but God was it amazing to do then you completely regret it later. Neji wondered how he'd be regretting it later. He was actually morbidly fascinated with what Gaara would do next. Neji was beginning to wonder if Gaara understood the situation that he was in and his position in said position. He wondered if the redhead knew that he wasn't afraid to end his life if he wanted to.

Someone in a hostage and capturer situation wouldn't tell his abductor that he wanted to go clubbing. It just wasn't normal. Maybe Gaara was just as sick as he was. There was no other explanation. If you're captured by someone no matter how beautiful or god-like they appeared to be, you don't know what to expect from them so you should be weary and shitting your pants. Not grinding on them with a half hard erection and allowing them to run their hands over your body and through your hair while kissing you and you were definitely not supposed to be participating. You weren't supposed to be drunken heck you weren't even supposed to stable! You're nerves should be driving you up the wall. Driving you to cling to every empty lie and promise of your captor!

It just wasn't normal.

And Neji Hyuuga loved every bit of his abnormality.

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Standing in the far corner of a dark pub a hooded figure stood smirking at the pair practically eating each others face as they made out in the center of the dance floor. The Hawk sure was having a grand time with his kidnapped victim. Gaara didn't look to be suffering at all. "It seems as though you've found your match eh, Neji?" The hooded man purred before downing his drink and moving away from his table. Twisting and turning his way through the throngs of moving, sweaty and drunken bodies he kept a steady hand on the hilt of his gun as he made his way to the center of the dance floor.

Just for the thrill of it all he bumped into the taller man and left his hand lingering on the man's shoulder for longer than necessary. The Hawk didn't seem to be paying attention but his head did snap away from redhead to look around with cloudy eyes that were slowly clearing but he didn't have much time to ponder it before the redhead pulled him back in for another passionate kiss. He was going to have fun with this one…

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Sweets: I'm not going to lie I've been in a funk for a while so this chapter really was forced. A message to all my readers: I love you all and I want to thank you for being with me for so far and I love this story so please believe me when I say that the long interval between updates are really not my fault. My internet has been a mess for a while now and it's just getting worse and worse and cause that I've been pissy so I decided that I would just continue writing on my computer and update when I can.