Title: Shades

Pairing: Gaa/Neji … and Naru/Sasu (if you squint very and I mean VERY hard.)

Genre: Angst/Romance

Theme song: "Hello" by Adele

Chapter Song: "Applause" by Lady Gaga

A.N: Hokay, y'all know I've been absent lately, (if you take absent to mean a year). It's not really necessary to tell you but my health has been …ummm…unpleasant.

Fair warning, I'm going way off tangent this time, whole different field. I'm shamelessly ripping off 'Shades Of Grey' the title, the actions, some of the plot, and all of the freaking hotness.

Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto or Shades Of Grey. The honours go to Masashi Kishimoto and E.L. James respectively.

Warning: BDSM, sadism, drugs, alcohol, snark, kink and sex and lots of it. I will not be responsible if little kids get corrupted, just sayin'.

Summary: "I always wonder why some of Kohona's elite like you turn up on this particular side of the tracks.." a dark smoky voice materialized out of the gloom, "but then again you wouldn't believe how much of your kind ends up down here." Those were the first word Neji Hyuuga heard while squinting in the thick darkness. Pity he didn't know those words would change his life.

Chapter one: Salut

Flashback 42 hours earlier…

The final ring had just sounded an one severely annoyed Neji Hyuuga was desperate to get out of history class. Getting up from his seat and with an imperious flick of meter long cinnamon hair waltzed out of the classroom without one look at the lecturer.

His classes were over and he wanted to get out of the 'institution' as soon as possible. At his locker ha retrieved his ivory Gucci satchel, his limited edition IPhone and the sociology book he needed to study for next week's test.

Ha slammed the locker shut and was turning to leave when a black clad body met the hard blue metal with a grunt. Uchiha Sasuke, Neji's best friend, now sporting a black eye and a cut lip. The Hyuuga sighed in disgust.

"You've been fighting with him, again haven't you." It wasn't a question. Sasuke just grunted.

"When are you going to learn Uzumaki Naruto is a disgrace to this school. Imagine what your father would say about it."

Sasuke snorted, "Like I give a damn what the politician would say, I haven't seen him in years."

Neji rolled his eyes, "All the same, it's disgusting. What do you see in the bonny blonde idiot anyway?"

"A challenge."

Neji huffed, "Do you want to stop at your brother's' place today or not?"

The Uchiha shrugged, "Sure, he's going to go postal though."

"As he should." Neji snapped back, "Sasuke you come from samurai hierarchy and yet you slum with peasants."

Sasuke snorted, "Hyuuga anyone who doesn't have a six figure bank account to you is a peasant. Someday you're going to learn that the people you categorize as inferior might just save your life."

"I highly doubt that." Neji scoffed while ducking under the exit scaffold.

Sasuke just smiled. Neji paused; it was rarer than hen's teeth to see Sasuke smile. The Uchiha was noted to always have a superior, condescending smirk on his face. He glanced up in time to just see a flash of blond hair. Naruto.

He rolled his eyes. "Get in before I run you over."

Itachi's club "Akatsuki" was a three tiered affair, the ground floor was an actual conference room, the one above it was a dining room and the basement was an actual club. He had gotten the idea from analyzing his absentee father. Kohana's elite needed a fitting place to do their business, and also to relax without causing a scandal.

It was the premier country club for the disgustingly rich and famous. Japan's own 90210. Everyone from the governor's kids to foreign ambassadors to world changers like the Rockefellers showed up there at some time.

Sasuke eyed the building like it was his impending death sentence. Neji glanced at him and smashed down a grin.

"Into the valley of death walked the three hundred." Sasuke murmured.

Neji could do anything but grin. "I feel for you. I would love to come plead your case but I've got a three hour training session with uncle dearest tonight."

Sasuke scoffed, "You hateful bitch, please save me the condolences, like I wouldn't believe the sole thing you wouldn't want to see isn't me getting maimed by my big genius brother."

"Oh no," Neji corrected, "I would literally kill to see that but Itachi has more sense than to physically harm, his psychotic little brother."

"Physically." Sasuke murmured, "I'll call you if I'm still alive."

"Oh please don't." Neji shot back shifting the cars gear into drive. "My greatest pleasure would be to see your obituary in the paper."

The call came after another three hour training session with Hiashi: Neji felt like his head was floating miles above his body.

Putting his throbbing head in his hands he barely tapped the phone screen and said,

"Moshi Moshi?"

"You sound half dead." It was Sasuke.

Neji sighed, "What do you want Uchiha?"

A snort, "What. No hello honey?"

Neji just waited.

"I need a favor," Sasuke said, "I need to collect some medication today but I have to attend some bullshit awards ceremony for Itachi today. Could you collect them for me?"

"Fine, where?"

"The Health Centre, they're blood thinners."

"And why pay tell would you need blood th- you know what for the sake of my mental health please don't answer that."

A low hum, "So?"

Neji stalled his reaction to roll his eyes. "Fine Uchiha, I'll get them for you, but in turn you need to get me that limited edition sable scarf he's working on."

Sasuke sniggered, "You fashion whore."

"Unlike you, I actually care what I put on my body."

"Whatever, I'll just pretend to not point out that the moment you knew Itachi was majoring into fashion design you latched yourself to me like a canker sore."

"And I'll just ignore the fact that you use my camp in the woods to smoke weed." Neji returned smoothly.

A grated laugh, "Touché fucker."

Neji hung up snorting to himself. The relationship between him and Sasuke was...complicated to say the least. Ninety nine and a half percent of the time they acted like sworn enemies but when it came to the underbelly, to supporting each other they were inseparable.

Leaning back on the traditional wall and staring into the opposite mirror Neji literally watched as his ice cold eyes melted to soft grey. For a rare minute he allowed his haughty, holier-than-thou, condescending, perfectionism walls to fall and crumble to dust.

A beat.

A measure of peace.

But life goes on.

Closing his eyes he slammed every door to his soul closed again and got up.

The health centre was in the furtherest section of Kohana, catering to local celebrities and the lowest drug dealers alike.

Neji parked the Audi and sighed, closing his opalescent eyes for a second. Glancing at the dashboard the time read 6: 37 p.m.

Slipping out he tugged down the silver Versace button down over streamlined, knife edged mocha pants and with an imperious flick of hair he walked into the centre.

The pink haired receptionist looked up and stared. Neji's inner bitch smirked, he always had that effect on people.

"I'm here to pick up Uchiha Sasuke's prescriptions. Blood thinners, I believe."

She snapped out of it, quickly typing the info into her console before her. "Umm, your name, sir?"

"Hyuuga Neji."

"Umm, we did receive prior notification that a proxy would be collecting his medication but these specific thinners haven't been delivered yet."

Shit.

She chewed he lip, "They should be here by nine this evening, you could pick them up tomorrow or wait for them."

A low sigh, "I'll wait."

"There is a local library not far from here, you could wait there if interested."

"Thank you." he turned, pulling out a pen from his pocket he jotted down his cell phone number, "Could you please call me when they arrive."

"Definitely."

Turning on his heel Neji exited the building, saw his car and shrugged. He'd rather walk. Five blocks and twenty five minuted later he found the library. It was fashioned like an old European Victorian building, there were even hints of gothic architecture in the eaves.

Entering he immediately found the mystery fiction section and scanning quickly found Dan Brown's 'Angels and Demons' and settled down to read.

The call cut through the air like a greased knife.

"Hello?"

"Mr. Hyuuga, the medications had just arrived."

"Oh, thank you. I'll be right there."

Glancing at the time he cursed, it was minutes to ten. "Uchiha, you owe me a blood ransom."

Replacing the book he walked out into the dark night. The centre was a distance from the library. Neji paused and scanned for a quicker route to get there. Then he saw it, an alley that would easily take ten to fifteen minutes out of his trip.

Squashing down the giddy trepidation he set off. Halfway down the alley he heard this:

"I always wonder why some of Kohona's elite like you turn up on this particular side of the tracks.." a dark smoky voice materialized out of the gloom, "but then again you wouldn't believe how much of your kind ends up down here."

Neji froze.

Dread settled in his stomach like molten lead. Marshalling the courage he asked into the glooming darkness; "Are you dangerous to me?"

A low laugh, "Dangerous to you, yes. If you meant, am I going to harm you, no."

Neji breathed.

"Can't say that for the twins up at the crossroads though."

"What?" Neji ventured, "And who are you?"

By degrees a figure materialized from the darkness. A man, clearly older and about two inches taller than the Hyuuga, body lithe but Neji would have to be stone blind to not see the tighly corded strength there. Neji glanced up and went dead still.

Artistic chunks of blood-red hair farmed a pale patrician face that held the greenest, most hypnotic jade eyes the Hyuuga prince had ever seen. Pale, thin, bloodless lips quirked.

Neji silently took in the rest, a trim chest wrapped in a tight black shirt, hips and legs clad in forest green capris with a fine twined silver chain clipped from front to back.

A hand covered with studded black fingerless gloves rose to errantly brush a stray lock from his eyes. Neji barely noticed the 'Ai' kanjii tattooed above one of the spellbinding orbs.

Silence.

A smirk. "Twins, Sakon and Ukon, two of the most sadistic fuckers on earth with a pension for pretty boys." he paused, "...right now you have two options, you could turn around and retrace your steps or I could get you safely across, but be warned, if you choose me, it comes with a price."

Wait...what?

Neji felt like he was standing under Persephone's tree in the underworld, deciding to pick the cursed fruit that would eternally trap him there.

Fuck it.

Neji reached up, closed his fist around the apple and yanked. "...you."

A low laugh, "Are you sure...something tells me you might not like my price."

For once Neji threw everything in the wind. "I'm sure...just tell me your name."

One step and with a bare inch of tense air between them, green eyes glimmered like a cobra's.

"Gaara," he husked, "Sabaku Gaara."

P. S. Nothing to say, nothing at all. Just let me twist your sensibilities.

And for all those who read "Summer Camp" and are salivating for a sequel, it's coming trust me, I just need to kick some kinks out of the plot.

Well ciao people and by the way REVIEW DAMMNIT!