Dance with the Demon CH 3

- I do not own any of the characters in this story. All belong to Kisihmoto-san -

I'd like to thank Gabbie for helping me with some of this chapter in its wording and overall feel! :3

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I could feel her walking towards my room, to wake me for the coming day, the sand from the back of her neck sending me my own chakra signal. Little did she know, she was the reason I haven't slept. Her touching and scrubbing of my sand. Every little sensation transmitting back to me in a way I couldn't stand. It's all I could do to think of something other than the sensations I was feeling. I need to do something.

My thoughts were interrupted by a soft swallow outside the door before I could feel her aura wafting to me.

Not bothering to lift myself from my current position, I let her knock and wait in silence until she slid my door open. What a reckless girl. Not even waiting for her master's approval before entering his room. A servant should be more submissive, maybe she needed to be taught how a good submissive acts...

"Gaara-sama" she started, as she walked into the room with dainty steps. "I am here to wake you."

I watched her as she eyed me, taking quiet steps into the room.

I let my eyes wander down her form, noticing her stance and breathing were more calm than it had been the day before. Coming back up to her face, I noticed her eyes were wavering over me as well. They slid down into mine and I let my mouth pull into a smirk at the corners.

The little lamb was becoming braver.

Moving into a sitting position, I saw her eyes wander down to my mouth and saw the gears turning in her mind. I was curious as to if she would take my expression in a fearful or curious way. She stared for several more moments before I heard a light tapping on the floor. Her eyes went to my clock and when they came back they showed irritation.

Irritation? I'm the master, I've done nothing wrong and yet she becomes irritated with me… I could feel a hinge snap, my smirk fading as I let my emotions hide themselves into a mask of detachment.

Inwardly, my inhibition seemed to go lack. I wanted to take her by her arms and pin her against the wall. She dare challenge me?

Yet before I could stop myself, I was looming over her small frame. Instead of cowering in my presence, her pointed chin rose to keep the hold of our eyes, her legs locked firm. A growl began to rise in my throat when It was suddenly hushed by an assault of my senses.

Coconut.

It caught me off guard.

Obviously her shampoo. The smell of coconut wafted into my nose and bit back the urge to grab a handful of her hair in frustration. I let my eyes wander down from hers into said hair, then remembered the certain pieces of my chakra I had left on her. I glared at her pale neck, letting the smirk fall flat into a solid hard line. A twinge ran through my spine at remembering the feel it gave me when she touched it. The feeling of fingers on my body. A sudden picture came to my mind of her thin dainty fingers running along my skin. I needed to leave this room. Needed to leave before I did something rash. Something hot was growing inside me and I feared her blood would be staining the floors before I could comprehend what I'd done.

"Don't touch the sand."

I let my words linger a moment as I began to call my sand. Engulfing myself in the mass, I vanished from the dark room.

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I arrived alone in the council room next to the kazekage's office. I took a few calming breaths before opening my eyes to the darkness. My stomach was still burning. My brows furrowed in confusion. I had felt calm enough, no longer overtaken by the demon. Why was it still hot?

I looked down and was caught completely by surprise to see a bulge.

My eyes widened. What... what was this... why is my body reacting like this?

I tore my eyes away and ground my teeth together.

Disgusting.

How did my anger and wish for dominance translate into this... I'd never felt anything like this before slaughtering those who'd made my blood boil like she just had. I had wanted to make her weak. I'd wanted to control her and make her fear me. Those eyes... Those eyes that stood against me. She tried to command me.

I began pacing in front of my desk.

I glared down at my pants. Was my body betraying me? I shook the thought away. Turning to my desk, I sat down behind the papers that were piled in the center. Deciding to forget the world, I focused on the mind-numbing tasks ahead of me instead of the strain in my groin. I began shifting in my seat as the stiffened flesh showed me just how long of a day I was in for.

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My heart was fluttering. I was frozen to the spot he had left me in his dark room. His voice echoing in my mind. How close he was. His smell. His lips. I shook violently, trying to rid myself of the blush that began to form over my cheeks. Why did he suddenly stand so close to me? Why did it feel like I did something wrong?

He was mad about me touching the sand.

That must be it. But why did it seem like more? His eyes were passive, soft almost. But his body language suggested he was hiding rage behind that mask.

I wrapped my arms around myself. Why did he make me tremble like this? It wasn't fear... I'm not sure what it was. Excitement? Worry? Agitation?

I turn with a quicken paced, I want to badly leave this empty room in favor of my safe haven. Maybe I just need to eat something. Maybe I just need more sleep. I left with a soft click of the door and strode down the halls to what looked like a kitchen. I really need someone to tell me what I'm supposed to be doing around here besides getting shaken up by the kazekage's son.

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- two months ago -

"Hinata, you are weak."

My father's impassive stare boring into me as I fell to the floor. Even after all these years, he still can't see how far I've come. I'm still a failure to him.

I pulled myself up with my elbows, wiping the sweat from my bangs before pushing to my legs.

"Father... we have been sparring for nearly six hours... May I have a res-"

"Failure.."

I winced like his words had slapped me in the face.

"How am I supposed to depend on you to become the leader of our clan when all you do is rest?!"

I hung my head. Father always hated me. Nothing I did was ever good enough. I caught sight of Hinabi from the side of the room. Her gentle smile churned my stomach. Even though I loved her, I hated her. She was born a genius. Father always praised her and her natural ability.

Before I could bring my focus back to my father, a palm connected with my stomach, causing me to jolt off the ground and fly back into the wall. I watch the blood leave my mouth and stain the floor beneath me. I fall into a heap onto the hardwood. Clutching my sides, I lay still and focused on breathing, shutting my eyes tightly. For a moment, I just wanted to die.

His scoff makes my eyes open.

"Pathetic. Go to your room, Hinata. It's Hinabi's time now."

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That night, I lay awake in my room in the Huyuga compound, staring at the ceiling. No. I refuse to let my thoughts stray to taking my own life. I was stronger than that! Even if my father hated me, I couldn't hate myself.

With a heavy sigh, I try to relieve the growing pressure within my heart.

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-I'm going to go ahead and stop there for now.-

There will be more to the flashbacks that will reveal how Hinata came to be in her situation in later chapters.

Hopefully it will all come together as I envision it!

Thanks for stickin' with me

- CH 3 Fin -