Eventually NejiGaara and hot steamy sex. Completely AU in that there are no shinobi, however I like to keep elements of these characters because that's what makes us like them so much. So don't be weirded out if this is the "real world" yet Neji still has pearly eyes and Gaara has a tattoo on his forehead. And of course, the obligatory "Naruto is not mine."
Without giving away too much, Hyuuga Neji is the nephew to Hyuuga Hiashi, the CEO of a large and extended business that allows him to own most of Japan (please don't make me go into the details of how this is possible, because I honestly don't know). Gaara is the son of an (almost) equally successful man. The opening scenes puts the two with women…but just you wait!
Neji shifted his weight off of the woman underneath him, turning onto his back while his long hair splayed on the pillows. Making sure that there was sufficient space between their two bodies, he draped an arm over his eyes. He didn't want to see her face, to see her deliriously happy that she was just fucked by THE Hyuuga Neji. Just like the other girls.
Of course, he couldn't escape his fate.
A sigh of pleasure escaped her lips. "Mmm…that was nice."
He could hear the smile in her voice, her vain attempt to draw him in. Neji opened his mouth to say something, but instead, his mouth clamped down in a pout.
Mi…Mina…Miya…Damn, what was her name again?
It wasn't that he had a bad memory. In fact, Hyuuga Neji had an unnatural talent for remembering names and any minute details his brain deemed even semi-important. In this case, Neji simply didn't care. He hadn't been listening when she had introduced herself to him at the party, her name being something that would merely be tacked on the end of a long list of women he'd slept with.
Plan B: Skip the name and go in for the kill.
"Have a good night."
Perfect. A little coldness and a smidge of boredom made the right amount of nonchalance that created the sexiness that was Neji.
He drew in a deep breath, and underneath his arm, Neji conjured up his sexiest I-had-fun-but-it's-over face. Propping his head on his hand, he turned to his side and gave MiMinaMiya a patented Neji Smirk.
"I think it would be best if you left now. There's business I need to attend to early tomorrow morning. You know how that goes."
He added that sparkle to his eyes to speed up her departure, and then flopped back down on his back before she could give him a kiss good-bye. He'd learned early on that kisses given any time before or after the act of sex were not of the good. To most women, they normally translated to emotions and promises, things that didn't exist for him.
Neji dozed off soon after he heard the door to his apartment close.
Gaara caught her wrist mid-strike, the knife hovering above his chest as his green eyes slowly opened to meet hers. She could make out his red hair in the moonlight. His lips quirked slightly upwards. Even now, despite the fact that a moment ago she had been trying to kill him, she was drawn to him. His voice was fluid when he spoke.
"You should know I don't sleep well. And death doesn't come too easily for me either."
He eased the grip on her wrist and took the knife from her when he felt her pull back.
"I think it would be best if you left now. I don't like assassination attempts in my sleep. You know how that goes."
His eyes followed her as she moved about the room warily, gathering up her things.
Two assassins in one month. Do they always have to do it after we have sex?
The assassins thought it was the easiest way to get to him: seduce him and then kill him in his sleep. Ironically, once they were in his presence, they were drawn to his darkness, unaware that, despite any physical "connections," Gaara would never let his guard down.
Her voice broke through his train of thought. "I'm not dead. I'm one of the lucky ones, aren't I?" She wondered if it was the near-death experience that gave her the courage to ask that question, or if she really was begging to die.
Her eyes widened and her heart skipped a beat at the sound of a knife embedding itself in the door.
"If I see you again, I will kill you." Venom laced his voice as he watched her go.
Threatening and scary Gaara. That was the Gaara he had to be to deal with the many attempts at his life.
Damn, now there's gonna be a gash in my door. Distant and emotionless Gaara. That was the Gaara he had to be to stay somewhat sane.
Gaara slipped into a half-sleep state, idly contemplating why he always seemed to have a spidey-sense that warned him of any bodily danger and death.
A/N Don't worry, all will be explained later, I just wanted to set up the story without giving away too much. I know Neji is kind of an ass right now, but give him a chance! This is my first fic EVER! So any and all criticism will be greatly appreciated.