I DO NOT OWN NARUTO…SIGH..
He watched her progress up the street, the corners of his mouth turning up briefly when a huge gust of wind blew her skirt up, exposing her underwear. The indigo haired beauty turned a deep red as she forced the skirt back down with both hands and desperately scanned the street to ensure that no one had seen her moment of humiliation. Satisfied that no one noticed, she continued on her way to the nightclub down the street. He knew that she had been coaxed into going by her friends, who wanted to celebrate her twenty-first birthday with a girl's night out.
He frowned to himself as he contemplated her friends. He did not like the way they took advantage of her and bullied her into going along with their many reckless schemes. She is too tender-hearted for her own good. Well, that will change tonight. After all these years of waiting, she is finally old enough to be claimed. I will take her away, and she will be separated from these so-called friends of hers.
He followed her discreetly from the rooftops, taking care not to be seen. In the past, he thought that there were times when she sensed his presence, but she had never outright acknowledged him, and it suited his purposes not to confront her.
HINATA'S POV:
Within minutes, she met up with her friends outside the club.
"Hinata! Are you ready to party?" The pink-haired Sakura called out as she embraced the shy young woman. Hinata grimaced faintly, and was glad that her face was turned away. Truthfully, she had no desire to come to a club on her birthday or any day. She was the quiet, stay-at-home type of person. Clubbing was definitely not her scene, but the girls had outvoted her, and countered each of her arguments. So here she was about to enter a loud, obnoxious club. She sighed to herself and wished for the millionth time that she had the gumption to put her foot down and say no.
"Yeah- now that we finally got you to agree to come with us, you are totally going to see what you have been missing!" Her gorgeous friend Ino exclaimed smugly. Out of all of the two girls, she had pushed the hardest for this outing. Hinata knew that the vivacious blonde thought it was a crime that she was still a virgin at the age of twenty-one. This trip to the club was Ino's attempt at remedying that 'pesky problem'.
Hinata did not find the fact that she was still a virgin to be a hindrance at all. Though she had dated a few guys in high school and college, she had never once been tempted to go beyond a few innocent kisses. In her heart of hearts, she knew that she was holding out for one man. A man that may or may not exist only in her own mind. From the time that she was twelve, she had felt the presence of a male watching over her. Several times, her kindness had led her into dangerous areas of the city to help others. Especially lately, when she was helping at the domestic violence shelter, there were several times that she had been approached by irate boyfriends and husbands demanding to see 'their woman'. In each instance, they had mysteriously backed off with looks of fear on their faces, and never returned.
Her savior never approached her, never allowed her to see him, so she honored his obvious wish for anonymity. Though she was tempted to speak to him, a secret part of her was scared that he was just a figment of her imagination. Or worse, that he was real, and once she talked to him, he would realize that she was not special enough for all the attention he gave her. Lately, she had been sensing a certain anticipation in the air. She was both frightened and excited that he may finally reveal himself to her.
Hinata had allows been an extremely sensitive person. She could sense what other people were feeling, and she instinctively knew how to help others. When she was younger, her father had guarded her closely because she had a habit of running off to help anyone in need that she noticed. He even assigned her older cousin, Neji to be her protector of sorts. Though his job had been rendered unnecessary by her 'other' bodyguard at the age of twelve, they remained close friends, and she knew that he still watched out for her whenever he could. He had urged her not to go out with her friends. In the end, she had decided to come, but she had every intention of leaving after a few hours.
She sighed to herself as they entered the club, looking around in apprehension as she handed over her coat to the scantily clad coat check girl, and received her hand stamp. Sakura and Ino had refused to let her pay her own cover charge, insisting that tonight was their treat. She steeled herself against the noise as the entered the main area of the club, and tried to ignore the nausea produced by the flashing strobe lights.
There were two levels, the downstairs holding the bar on one side and a large dance floor. Upstairs were the tables and several VIP rooms sectioned off by clouded glass. Everywhere Hinata looked, she could see couples in the middle of various levels of intimacy, and she felt even more uncomfortable. Scratch a few hours, I am leaving in one hour. She let her two girlfriends pull her over to the bar, and sipped the fruity tasting drink they gave her. She wanted to insist on a soda, but she knew that they would just order the bartender to spike it. It was surprisingly good, and she allowed herself to scan the room as she drank it quickly.
Suddenly, she felt the weight of a pair of eyes on her. Slowly, she turned in the direction she thought the gaze was coming from. Leaning up against the wall with his arms crossed was the most handsome man she had ever seen. He was starring intently at her, and when her jaw dropped open inelegantly, a small smirk formed on his face. She snapped her mouth shut, and quickly whipped back around, her face turning a bright shade of red. Without thinking about it, she picked up the second glass the girls ordered for her and downed it. Her breathe whooshed out of her burning throat, and she gasped for air. With her eyes watering, Hinata could not resist the urge to look and see if the man was still watching her.
He was, and looked even more amused than before. She turned away again, and was almost relieved when Ino grabbed her arm and led her out onto the dance floor. Determined to ignore the effect the stranger had on her, Hinata threw herself into dancing with an enthusiasm she normally would not have shown. Ino encouraged her laughingly before being swept away by a good-looking brunette. She continued to dance to the fast beat, and was oblivious to everything but the music and the lights. She was shocked when a pair of hands settled on her hips and pulled her back against a hard, muscular body. Slightly frightened and annoyed, she attempted to pull away.
"Don't. I am not going to hurt you. I just want to dance with you, birthday girl." A smoky deep voice said in her ear. Hinata froze for a few seconds as an arrow of pure desire shot through her body. Never in her twenty-one years had she felt such a reaction, and it scared her. The hands on her hips tightened, and she thought she heard a masculine growl, before they urged her to move with him. Not knowing how else to handle the situation, and more than a little tipsy, Hinata decided to do what he wanted. She began to move in sync with him, and after several minutes she had loosened up, enjoying the beat of the music once more.
The next song started almost instantly, and they continued to dance. He started to slide his hands up and down along her sides in a way that was both soothing and incredibly arousing at the same time. Hinata started to panic when the backs of his hands touched the undersides of her breasts, and she wrenched around, only to come face-to-face with the stranger that had been starring at her earlier. She gazed up into his face and realized that he was even more handsome now that she was looking at him up close.
He had spiky black hair, onyx eyes, high cheekbones, a perfectly straight nose, a chiseled jaw line, and narrow lips, with the bottom one being slightly fuller. I bet he is a good kisser. Wait-what am I thinking? Unable to stop herself, her eyes traced down his body, and it was just as perfect as his face. Muscular, but not overly so, tall, lean, and perfectly proportioned. However, it was the large bulge in the front that caused her to panic enough to run from him.
She turned and quickly made her way to the women's bathroom, ran into a stall, and slammed the door behind her. Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god… A few seconds later, she heard the door open and then shut with a soft click. Several minutes passed as she attempted to get herself under control, which was a lot harder when she had alcohol in her system. She was having an internal battle with herself. Some part of her wanted to go back out there and do whatever it was that he obviously wanted to do with her. Her more cautious, rational side was arguing that she should get the hell out of the club and go home before she did something she would regret.
She suddenly realized that the person that had entered had never exited, and curiosity drove her to open the stall and peer around. Shocked white eyes met amused onyx eyes, and Hinata gasped, backing up into the stall and shutting the door again. A deep barking laugh was heard, and then he knocked on the stall door.
"Are you ready to come out?" He asked her with a hint of laughter still in his voice.
"No." She responded with embarrassment.
"Well, I am tired of waiting to claim you. Nine years is long enough do you not think, Hinata Hyuuga?" He said coaxingly. Behind the door, Hinata's breathing stopped, and she slowly reached out and opened it. They starred intently into each other's eyes before he reached forward and jerked her against his body. Startled, she gazed up at him and watched as his eyes turned red with the pupil swirling. She felt too tired to stay awake, and the last thing she knew before falling asleep was the strength of his arms as he swept her up bridal style against his chest. My protector…