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"She's Mine"

Chapter 3:

There were drums in the air as she started to dance

Every soul in the room keeping time with their hands

And we sang

Ay, oh, ay, oh, ay, oh, ay

And the voices bang like the angels sing

We're singing, ay, oh, ay, oh, ay, oh, ay

And we danced on into the night

Ay, oh, ay, ay, oh, ay, oh

And we danced on into the night

She had turned around but nothing was there in the midst of walking to her house. The street was bare, no one in sight yet she had heard something. She couldn't put her finger on it of what the sound was but she knew she had heard something. She kept on walking with her head down, speeding up her pace. As she approached her house with her key in hand, she turned one last time around to see if she saw anyone. No one was there. She cautiously turned back to her door and unlocked it with her key. As she step inside, shutting the door, he began to come into view out of the alley.

He had a hard time just leaving the man there without hurting him further. As he saw the house in his view, his temper relaxed and his eyes became intense. He figured she was already inside her house already. He decided not to spy on her through her window since the sun was bright on the backside of her house. He waited across the street on a bench that was a little ways from her house but he would be able to see her if she leaves or he'll just wait for night fall, to get closer.

Evening was approaching and he was becoming a little bored and anxious to do something else, then she step out. She turned around locking the door, shuffling her feet to get down the street, in a hurry. He got up slowly, questioning if he should go after her but remembered the incident with the guy early today and began to walk steadily up the street after her.

He arrived in time to see her aboard a different bus but at the same bus stop. He quickly climbed onto the bus, as the door bus was about to close. The bus driver eyeballed him as he took a seat at the back of the crowded bus full of low class people. Some looked homeless, others like they were worn out by drugs. She was near the front of the bus like always. A lady sitting by him with worn out clothes, brought her face to close for comfort, staring at him. The lady was old, in her forties by the looks of it.

He glared at her, hoping the lady will move away. The lady didn't, and stared long and hard. "I know what you are," the lady croaked in a raspy voice. His eyes sharpened, still glaring at her. "I know who you are," the lady spoke again in her raspy voice. The wrinkles on her face increased, with her mouth set in tight line, it gave away a creepy appeal.

He did not feel the need to answer this lady, and turned his head back, with his eyes on the prize. "You seek her," the lady continued, still staring at him with hard eyes. His eyes shifted to the lady once again before averting them back to her. The lady lend in so close to him to whisper in his ear, "You can't have her. Someone has claimed her," as she spoke a wicked smile drew upon her face.

He gritted his teeth, clenching his fists; the bus stopped. Once she stood up, he knew it was his stop as well. The lady moved away from him, he walked off the bus. Once his feet touch the ground he declared, "She will be mine."

She walked down a sidewalk next to these rink-a-dink shops. Some for antiques, one a smoke store, another hair cutting place, couple more random. At the end of the sidewalk, she crossed the street and walk into the restaurant at the corner across the street.

He look at the Mexican restaurant name under it, it said spicy food, pub, and dancing. He walked right through the double doors, some men were seated at the bar to his right, some other people were scattered through the restaurant at tables. The waitress waiting on the customers, bus boys cleaning the tables, and one bartender wiping down his counter, were around in the restaurant. He saw the back of her head go through a door to what he's guessing the backroom of the restaurant that only employees are aloud to go into.

The restaurant was quaint, tables were scattered on to his left, the booths against the wall to his left. The place had low light, giving everything a yellow and orange appeal. There was a hard wood floor empty of tables in the center of the room. There was a platform stage in the right corner of the room. Everything had a Mexican theme; even the waitress wore a long frilly skirt, of either: yellow, orange, redish-orange, or pink, with a white shirt on with their nametag pinned to it.

He begined to guess that she work here; when the hostess cleared her throat a little. "Would you like a table?" Her chimed voice asked, as her eyes skimmed down his body.

He looked at her sharply, scanning her face into his memory. The hostess had long blonde hair and crystal blue eyes. The hostess skirt was pinkish- red, pinned onto her white shirt her name tag that said Ino. "I'll take a table to the left of me in that corner," he pointed to his left, indicating the table that he wished. His voice was smooth with demand.

Ino lifted an eyebrow, cautiously studying him, "Will you be dinning alone sir?"

"Yes," he stated. Ino took out one menu and wrote something down, then showed him the way to the table. He followed after Ino, walking down the two steps and on to the wooden floor.

When they got to the table, he took his seat as Ino handed him his menu. "The waitress will be with you shortly," Ino said curtly and left him to gaze over the menu.

He read over the restaurant menu items, it was the typically stuff as usual for Mexican restaurants. He began to contemplate on what to get, because he did not want to look suspicious, and so he decided, he come here as long as she was working. He would figure out her hours and come in everyday she worked.

From that day, he learned her schedule and went there for two weeks, either he would occupy his time at one of the stores across the street to see when she comes out from work, or go into the restaurant at different times to eat. He made absolutely certain that no one would suspect him of what he was doing. Then there was one those of days where he saw he wasn't the only one to show up quite fluently near the restaurant. He kept an eye on things ever since he jumped that man in the alley, making sure none got to close or were a threat to her.

He just so happen to be in a black collared shirt with a white tank top underneath and had on some dark blue jeans. He never been into the restaurant later than 7:30, but he was gonna test the ropes. He was hungry anyway and could use a drink. But the real question was what was he really hungry for? He then cross the street and went into the restaurant.

There was a different hostess this time and seated him to a table in his usual spot. There was twinkling lights of yellow and white, orange and red drapes decorated the place. On the platform stage was a group of musicians: one held a tamborita calentana, another a guitarra panzona, the third person had maracas, another a percussion drum, another a tambourine. It occurred to him that this place hired a band and that the middle of the room was empty for dancing. This was farley interesting to him, but his attention turn to his surroundings, with a critical eye.

"H-how may I serve you sir?" came a gentle, angel like voice from above him. His head snapped up to look upon his angel. Her indigo hair was down and framing her face. Her white eyes shyly casted downward towards the floor instead of on him. She had the pen and pad in her hand readily to write down what he wanted, which in this case he would say her. He smirked, loving the fact she was this close to him and stared at her, memorizing every feature of her from up close.

"Yes, I would like a beer from the pub on tap," his masculine voice replied to her, making her head snap up to him. Blush spread across her cheeks at his intense staring at her, then looked back towards the ground writing it down.

"I'll bring it to you in a m-moment, and give you a few e-extra minutes to decided," her soft whisper of her voice carried to his ears and she quickly walked away to get him his beer.

Out of all the times to wish to be served by her, to night was his lucky night. She must cover this side of the room at this certain time. She came back soon enough carrying him his drink and set it down on the table for him. She felt his stare on her as she placed the glass down. She looked at him and then stuttered, he was surely handsome. His fiery mass of red hair claiming his head with those greenish-blue eyes, were marvelous. "W-w-what would you l-like to have t-tonight?" she stuttered, keeping her eyes on her notepad. She blushed in embarrassment again, trying to hide her face with her long hair. Surely she was imaging his keen interest with her.

"I only been in here a few times, what do you suggest?" he asked, wanting her to talk more and he found her behavior quite alluring.

"Oh well I think the chicken fajitas are the best dish on the menu, but everyone raves about our beef enchiladas. If you're into more of spicy food you can order our-"

"I think I'll have the chicken fajitas you have raved about," he smoothly cut her off with a smirk gracing his face. She looked up startled that he picked something she likes to have; she nodded her head in agreement and wrote down his order.

"Anything else?" she questioned nicely.

"Nope, I'm good for now," he left it at that with a hint of a different meaning that she did not understand. Before she turned to leave, he called her back, "Wait." She turned back around staring at him innocently and questioning. Their eyes connected and a tickle fluttered in her stomach, making her avert her eyes with a blush and a shy smile grace her face.

"Yes?" she asked, trying to hide her obvious attraction to this mysterious man she knew nothing about.

"What is your name?" he asked, his eyes intense on her, wanting to know the name of his angel.

She looked up at him smiling slightly, "Hinata," she said in that beautiful voice of hers. He nodded his head liking her name; it fitted her perfectly. His face emotionless protectedly guarded, as she stared back at him. "What would be your name if I may ask?"

His eyes widen slightly, she wanted to know his name? He smirked again making her blush; he could tell she was attracted to him. Good. "Gaara," he answered in monotone.

"Gaara," she repeated to herself, testing his name upon her lips. Oh how he loved the way she had said his name. She smiled at him and then her attention was snapped away from him as she was called away by one of her coworkers.

The band began to play music that was easy to dance to. The beat of the drum was most of all noticeable beat. Everyone turned to the direction of the wooden area space to see that some of the waitress began to dance to the music, giving a show. This seemed to be a regular thing here, Gaara observed. He watched the show like everyone else, some clapped to the music or kept the beat with there feet, some couples got up as well and began to dance. Couple of the waitress went over to the bar to ask one of the men to dance.

Soon he spotted, Hinata coming out of the back kitchen area and was dragged into the dancing area by Ino. She began to dance, Gaara kept his eyes upon her the whole time, watching the way she moved. It was beautiful, she was the most brilliant dancer, as she swayed her hips to the music with Ino having a great time next to her. The music flowed through her, with her hands in the air with a smile upon her lips.

Gaara's eyes snapped to man getting up from the bar. Gaara never kept his guard down, even though he was slightly distracted with Hinata's dancing. The man began to walk over to Hinata and tapped her on her shoulder and she turned to him. He whispered something into her ear, making Gaara clench his fist at how close he was to what is his. Whatever it was, she nodded to it and he began to dance with her. Gaara drowned his beer; he couldn't take it anymore. He wanted to rip the man's arms off that were around her waste, which could be rearranged. Gaara smiled wickedly and got up from his seat.

As he got closer he saw how uncomfortable she was with the man, she was dancing with. His mouth was close to her ear, slightly moving, and she seemed frightened a little. His hands were low on her waste moving to her back that would be close to her butt. Gaara would not have any of that. Gaara smoothly glided onto the dance floor weaving until he was behind the man who was dance with Hinata. He tapped the man on the shoulder, which at first the man did not notice.

Gaara made a loud sound to get his attention, and saw the man's hand moved away from what his goal was. "I care to dance with her," Gaara said, glaring at the man with malice.

The man did not seem fazed, "Fuck off," he turned back to the uncomfortable looking Hinata. Hinata looked to see Gaara, as he glared at the man yanking him by the shoulder away form Hinata. No one seemed to notice this as Gaara punched the man in the stomach, sending him to bow down. Gaara grabbed his shirt and told him to leave. The man whispered an apology and left the dance floor holding his stomach. Gaara's stare soften as he looked upon Hinata.

Hinata stared wide eyed at Gaara, but not for what he did. She was happy for that man to leave her alone but for the look in Gaara's eyes. It was like a protective, longing gaze he was giving her. It made her feel special as her heart rate sped up.

"Would you care to dance with me?" Gaara asked in a soften tone of voice, wishing not to scare her away, staring at her. Hinata too stunned at the look in his eyes, just nodded.

Gaara placed his hands on her back, not to high and not to low, and brought her closer to him. Hinata placed her arms around his shoulders, staring up into his gaze. They swayed to the music, dancing to the beat. Hinata began to relax and enjoy herself, liking his arms around her. A slight smile eased its way around the corners of her mouth, and she looked away from his gaze. Gaara raveled in the embrace that he had her in, loving the way she felt and acted.

The music kept on going until it finally had to come to an end at night and everyone in the restaurant keeping time in there hands. They soon had to break apart as the restaurant was going to close soon. Even though they both wouldn't mind dancing the whole night together. Dancing into the night together.

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Disclaimer: Don't own Naruto or the song "Into the Night".