AN: Hey, I'm back with a story. I won't say it's a new story 'cause it isn't. I wrote this more than two years ago. Don't have a title and I don't know when/if I'll continue it. I always wanted to take belly dancing classes, but I never worked so I couldn't pay for them, but now I do take classes and they're so fun! And they're free! And my teacher is a professional dancer, isn't that cool? And I know the title is a little weird, I don't know why I named it that…

Disclaimer: The song Eyes Like Yours (Ojos Asi) does not belong to me. It belongs to Shakira and… whoever… she sings it and it doesn't belong to me. Isn't that enough for you people?

Eyes Like The Horse

Claire heard the sound of the gong and knew it was her cue. She took a deep breath and let it go, making the thin blue veil covering half of her face rise up, and walked out onto the stage in bare feet. Claire was followed by four large, muscular men in all colors. She had butterflies in her stomach, she was nervous. It always happened, though it was far from the first time she'd stepped onto that stage to perform.

She gyrated her hips in rhythm to the drums. She raised her arms above her, her hands moving seductively, fluidly. She made sure she moved her shoulders just right to make her body all the more seductive. When the other cue came she began to sing.

Oh, you know I have seen
A sky without sun
A man with no nation
Saints, captive in chains
A song with no name
For lack of imagination

Ya he ya he ya la he
And I have seen
Darker than ebony
Ya he ya he ya la he
And now it seems, that I
Without your eyes could never be


Her dancers surrounded her and began to touch their hands to her body. She raised her hands and shook her wrists to make the bells tied around them ring. She raised one of her legs high, her foot high above her head and began to shake her hips, shoulders, and head furiously while singing the song.

My one desire, all I aspire
Is in your eyes forever to live
Traveled all over; the seven oceans
There's nothing that I wouldn't give
Came from Bahrein, go to Beirut
Looking for someone comparing to you
Tearing down windows and doors
And I could not find eyes like yours

Rabboussamai fikarrajaii
Fi ainaiha aralhayati
Ati ilaika min haza lkaaouni
Arjouka labbi labbi nidai

Came from Bahrein, go to Beirut
Looking for someone comparing to you
Tearing down windows and doors
And I could not find eyes like yours


The song slowed its tempo and she began to slow her seductive dancing. Her wildly rotating hips slowed down, making all the men in the room stare at her, entranced. Claire smiled under her veil. She began to roll her body forwards and back, making her ribcage go forward and backwards in tune with the music and her breathing.

The song's tempo picked up again.

Oh, you know I have seen
A woman of means
In rags and begging for pleasure
Crossed a river of salt
Just after I rode
A ship that sunk in the desert

Ya he ya he ya la he
And I have seen
Darker than ebony
Ya he ya he ya la he
And now it seems, that I
Without your eyes could never be


Claire began to dance all around the room, stopping once in a while at a table or near the bar. She danced in front of the men making their dates jealous for more than one reason. She stopped and moved her hips in circles. When the music changed once more, Claire moved her hips from side to side, faster and faster, her web of seduction growing and weaving more and more men into it. 

My one desire, all I aspire
Is in your eyes forever to live
Traveled all over; the seven oceans
There's nothing that I wouldn't give
Came from Bahrein, go to Beirut
Looking for someone comparing to you
Tearing down windows and doors
And I could not find eyes like yours

Rabboussamai fikarrajaii
Fi ainaiha aralhayati
Ati ilaika min haza lkaaouni
Arjouka labbi labbi nidai

Came from Bahrein, go to Beirut
Looking for someone comparing to you
Tearing down windows and doors
And I could not find eyes like yours

Shaking her hips and doing shimmies with her shoulders, Claire noticed two young men entering the high class night club. One she recognized as Ray, her friend and owner of the night club she currently worked at, but the other was a mystery. The song slowed down and Claire took it as an opportunity to get closer to the table the young men had sat in. There was something strangely familiar about him.

Rabboussamai fikarrajaii
Fi ainaiha aralhayati
Ati ilaika min haza lkaaouni
Arjouka labbi labbi nidai
Men bahrein ila Beirut
Looking for someone comparing to you
Tearing down windows and doors
And I could not find eyes like yours


Claire reached the table quickly and danced in front of the unknown male. Her heart fluttered, but she thought nothing of it. She was already breathing hard from her workout. She moved her hips and danced in front of the young man, only losing eye contact with him while she finished turning. She wanted him to notice her because she knew exactly who the man was now.

My one desire, all I aspire
Is in your eyes forever to live
Traveled all over; the seven oceans
There's nothing that I wouldn't give
Came from Bahrein, go to Beirut
Looking for someone comparing to you
Tearing down windows and doors
And I could not find eyes like yours

Oooh


Claire looked at the young man more closely before she finished her act. He did indeed have the most peculiar eyes. She had never seen a man with gray blue eyes like his. She stopped dancing, took a bow and ran backstage. The young man sat in his seat, stupefied.

He'd found her on the first night. He was surprised he'd found her so quickly, and doing this for a living.

Ray motioned for him to get up and follow him, the deafening applause making it impossible to hear. They walked across the stage and into the back part of it. There was a hallway full of doors, which were all labeled. They stopped in front of a door with the word "CLAIRE" in intricate gold lettering. Without knocking, Ray opened the door and went inside, motioning for Jeremy to follow.

Inside, they found the woman, Claire, drinking, or chugging, a bottle of water. She was still breathing hard but she smiled at them. "Ray," she said, "long time no see." Claire gave Ray a kiss on the cheek, then turned to look at the other young man.

"Jeremy, let me introduce you to Club NighTime's star," Ray said.

"We've met," she said before Jeremy could say anything.

Ray didn't say anything. Instead looked from one to the other. Neither one said anything.

The young man stared at her, taking in for the first time what she was wearing. Claire was dressed from head to foot in blue. Her breasts were covered by a minuscule, blue bra looking thing with little rhinestones. On her wrists there were thick gold bracelets, like a genie's, that had blue veils tied to them, which matched the bracelets on her upper arms, except those were thinner. He looked lower, at her "skirt". She was wearing a light blue pair of panties that showed through her veiled skirt she wore. The skirt was in two pieces, the back one that reached the sides of her thighs and the front one that hung between her legs. It was held together by an thin, intricate blue belt that had the same rhinestones as her "shirt". The whole "outfit" rode very low on her hips.

Claire rolled her eyes and snapped her fingers, which were down by her hips, where his eyes rested. This caused the young man's head to snap up. "My eyes are up here," she said.

"I'm... I'm sorry Claire. It's just that... well, you didn't look like this the last time I saw you," he said. He shook his head and looked at her up and down again.

"Well, since you guys already know each other I don't think Claire will mind going to dinner with us." He turned puppy eyes to Claire and said, "Will you come to dinner with us?"

Claire took a deep breath and looked at Jeremy again. He didn't really seemed surprised to see her anymore, he seemed more surprised at what she was wearing. "Okay, just give me fifteen minutes to shower and change, okay?" she asked. She was just stalling now. She knew she could walk out of there wearing her outfit and no one would mind. They were just going to eat in the club's restaurant, but she knew why Jeremy had come. She mentally slapped herself for not researching the owners of this high class night club before she started working there.

Ray smiled at her. "All right, we'll be outside waiting."

Jeremy took one last look at Claire and stepped out of the room. He knew she knew why he was there. He hoped it wouldn't get violent when he finally got her alone. He shook his head.

"So, how do you know Claire?" asked Ray.

"Why?" Jeremy asked his long-time friend. His father and Ray's father were friends, just like with Claire's dad.

"Claire and I... were involved a couple of years ago. I'm still interested," he replied honestly.

Jeremy's face hardened and his lips thinned. "She's my fiancee," he said through gritted teeth.

Ray's eyes bugged out slightly and his mouth hung open. "What? She's the fiancee that you always talk about in your letters and emails?" he asked incredulously.

"Yeah," Jeremy said sighing.

"But... but-- but," Ray was speechless.

Their conversation was interrupted by Claire opening the door. She had showered and washed away all the sweat and make-up. Now she had her bangs held to the side by a little clip. She was wearing black eyeliner and a lip gloss called pink pout. What she had on surprised Jeremy. Or rather the way she wore it surprised him. The black, slinky, V neck dress she wore was made of silk. Jeremy could tell that she wasn't wearing a bra, something she never used to do, and he would bet his life that she was wearing a thong.

"You guys are just going to stand there and stare at me or are we going to eat?" she asked, sarcasm dripping from her voice.

Ray cleared his throat and offered her his arm saying, "Of course, my lady. Come."

Jeremy followed, scowling at his best friend.

*~*~*~*

Dinner was uncomfortable, especially for Jeremy and Claire. Ray had no sense, so he just kept talking and talking through it all, but Jeremy knew that he was confused. Confused in his loyalties. On one hand there was his best friend since birth, on the other was the woman he was interested in. They were interrupted by a phone call for Ray. He got up and excused himself.

Claire got up her nerve and said, "I know why you're here."

"You do? Then tell me why," Jeremy said, folding his hands and resting his chin on them while looking at her.

"I'm not going back, Jeremy," she said quietly.

"You have to! You have a duty--"

"Don't give me that bullshit, Jeremy! God knows I was willing to go through with it, if it hadn't been for your--"

"Don't blame it on me, Claire! This is your doing, not mine!" he said sharply. "You ran away, you shrugged off your duties and came here!"

"I--You... you lied to me. You lied to me in order to fulfill your duty to your family; to uphold your honor!" she whispered hoarsely. Tears were stinging her eyes. She didn't care if he saw her cry, she had done what she thought was right after he'd lied to her.

"But you still dragged my honor, and my family's honor through the mud when you ran away! You shamed us and now you have to make it up to us! And to your family," he said. He had to get her back. His honor and his pride were on the line. Her running away had wounded his pride and had shamed his family.

Claire sighed, absently trying to wipe off the tears that threatened to fall. "No, Jeremy. I am no longer part of that family, my father disowned me when I left. I have no duties towards you or your family or Sean Gardiner's family."

Ray chose that moment to return. "It was my father. He..." he trailed off when he noticed the tears in Claire's eyes and the hot fury in Jeremy's. "I take it you guys talked while I was gone?" Ray asked.

"If you guys would excuse me, I have to go home. I--" she said but was interrupted by Jeremy.

"I'll drive you."

"No."

"We have things to talk about, and I won't leave you alone until we talk!" he said angrily. He wanted to get this done quickly. The sooner he could get Claire back the sooner he could get back home.

"Fine, Jeremy, drive me home," she said, agreeing with him. "Goodnight, Ray," she said and kissed his cheek, at which Jeremy frowned, wondering if there was something romantic about their relationship. Something Ray had maybe forgotten to tell him.

"Goodnight, Claire. Goodnight, Jeremy."

"Goodnight," he replied not looking at him, instead ushering Claire away from the table.

*~*~*~*

Claire put her keys on the key holder on the wall and dropped her purse on the counter in the little kitchen. "Won't you come in?" she said when she saw that Jeremy had already made himself comfortable on the sofa.

"Sit down Claire, we have to talk," he ordered her.

Claire sighed and sat on the sofa opposite him. "What is it that we need to talk about?" she asked.

"You are coming home with me," he said plainly. "You need to--"

"No, I am not going anywhere. You can't make me go."

Jeremy got to his feet in a fury. "You will be coming back home with me! You want to stay here? With Ray? Being a stripper for the rest of your life when you can be the heir to one of the world's most powerful families and its money?" he said, almost shouting.

"Which one, Jeremy, mine or yours? Don't think you fool me for one second. You want my father's money just as much as you want your father's! Is that why you were so willing to marry me all those years ago? Because you knew I would be my father's sole heir?" she shouted, getting to her feet too. She was much shorter than Jeremy, but she could hold her own in a verbal battle like this one.

Jeremy smirked evilly. "Why else would I have accepted so easily? Who in their right mind would want to--"

"Don't go there Jeremy," she said holding up her hand. "I had enough of that when I heard you talking to your 'Dearest' Emma."

Jeremy sighed. He'd been... upset when he'd found out that she'd heard his conversation with Emma. The girl he loved at that point in his life. "You're still trippin' off of that? That was years ago Claire, let it go," he said.

"I'm supposed to let it go when you were just about to bring it up? You're an ass! I can't believe how much I loved you! How in hell's name did I ever fall in love with you?" she yelled, the tears threatening to fall again.

"Shut up, Claire. There's no sense in bringing up things that mean nothing," he said quietly.

"To you it meant nothing, but it meant lot to me, Jeremy. We have to bring it up, though. Because that is what, essentially, brought me to my decision to leave. The fact that I meant nothing to you and you meant everything to me!"

"You're coming back with me and that's that! So, there is no reason to bring it up!" he shouted.

Claire shook her head. "I'm not coming back! I will not marry you and I will not succumb to my father's will! I hate both of you! Neither of you care about me and you didn't care about what I wanted, so tell me why the hell I should care about you or what you want? I loved the both of you and you didn't love me!"

"Claire--"

"Both of you saw me as a means to an end! Well fuck you! I want nothing to do with you! I hate you Jeremy, and I hate Sean Gardiner! So go back home and tell my father I said that..." she said trailing off. Her head was beginning to ache. She felt slightly light headed and her vision was blurring rapidly. "Damn you," she said as she realized that he'd slipped something in her drink. "I don't..." she started to say, but passed out.

Jeremy caught her in his arms and smirked. "Jeremy Diaz always gets what he wants," he mumbled. "And he wants you and all the money you'll get him."

*~*~*~*

Jeremy's limo driver parked in front of the large doors that lead to the main hall of the mansion. The Diaz mansion. The driver quickly climbed out of the limo and helped Jeremy with the unconscious young woman in the back seat. She would be out for at least four more hours, Jeremy had had to 'tranquilize' her two more times before they arrived. He couldn't have her screaming and ranting on the plane. It was his private jet, but still.

He took Claire from the driver and signaled for him to open the front door. He walked into the room, and ignoring the servants startled gasps walked upstairs and place Claire on the bed in his bedroom. He smirked at the 23 year old Claire, remembering her at the young age of 17, when he'd first met her. He shook his head, not wanting to remember what had happened in the six months their official engagement had lasted. As he'd told her, there was no point in bringing it back.

He walked out of the room to call his father and his future father-in-law, but not before locking the door. "Dad, is Mr. Gardiner with you? Great, tell him I have good news. Claire decided to come home." Jeremy smiled wickedly.

*~*~*~*

Claire opened her eyes only to shut them again. Her head hurt and she was groggy. She managed to open her eyes and sit up on the bed. She surveyed her surroundings and sighed heavily. The black and red room was all too familiar. She was back in Jeremy's house. Damn him.

Claire put her hands on her head and rubbed her temples. She groaned and fell back on the pillows. She had hoped to never see this place again. She had hoped she'd never be anywhere near Jeremy Diaz and Sean Gardiner.

"You're awake!" Jeremy said cheerfully as he walked into the bedroom. He walked to the bed and sat next to her.

"I hate you," she mumbled while covering her arms. "Why, Jeremy?" she said sighing. "You know my father would have made you his heir without you having married me. He hates Andrea for marrying Nicholas and he hates Dayna for marrying Joel, some one who's rich but he didn't choose for her!" Claire ran a hand through her short hair. "There was no one left but you," she whispered.

Jeremy looked away from her face. "It's not your father's money that I'll get when I marry you, Claire. I'll have that in time," he told her quietly. He didn't look at her again, there was too much emotion in her eyes. It brought back things he'd rather stayed in the past; dead and buried.

"Then why in God's name are you doing this?" she hissed. "Why hurt me like this again? Why make me suffer this same pain twice?" She was crying now. She couldn't take the pain at seeing him again anymore. Nor the memories that came flooding back when she'd seen his peculiar eyes.

He was quiet for a long time. He just sat there listening to her quiet sobs and watcher her shaking shoulders. "Because my father will not make me his heir unless I am married to his best friend's daughter," he finally told her.

Claire cried harder. "Jeremy why? Didn't he see what you did to me? Didn't he know that you didn't love me and that you--"

"Jeremy?" said a woman from the door, which she had opened without knocking. There was a surprised gasp from the brown haired woman and an annoyed sigh from Claire. "Jeremy... w-- what the hell is she doing here?" she asked angrily, focusing accusing eyes on Claire.

'Like I want to be here,' she thought. Claire wiped the tears from her eyes and looked at Jeremy disgustedly. "Ugh! You are such a pig!" she said closing her eyes.

"Jeremy! I asked you a question! What the hell is this," she fumbled for the right word, "strumpet doing here? And in your room?"

"Shut up, Emma, and wait outside," he ordered her. Just when he thought that things couldn't get any worse, stupid bimbo Emma had to show up. "Get out!" he shouted when she didn't move. The young woman complied and left the room, closing the door behind her.

"Ugh!" Claire muttered disgustedly. "And you have the nerve to even mention the word 'marriage' to me when your… mistress is living here with you?" Claire laughed hysterically. She buried her face in her hands and laughed. "You sick son of a bitch!" she exclaimed getting off the bed.

"She's not my mistress, Claire. Emma and I broke things off a long time ago, right after you left," he explained, though he didn't know why. He had Claire right where he wanted her, ready to do his bidding.

"Yeah, whatever," she said. Claire rubbed her forehead and temples. The incessant pounding still there.

"What's wrong?" he asked her.

"Everything, starting with you! What the hell did you give me, you asshole? My head feels like shit," she said closing her eyes.

"It's the sleeping pills I gave you. All you need to do is eat something. I'll have--"

"No, I don't want anything from you," she said, waving off his reply.

"You're so damn stubborn," he mumbled.

"Wasn't that what you said you liked about me? The fact that I didn't give up."

"You're going to eat," he said in a commanding voice.

"No, I am not," she said stubbornly.

"You will."

"I won't."

"You will!"

"I won't."

Jeremy sighed. It was going to be a long few days.

Tbc…

AN: Mmm…I don't know when I'll ever continue this…  this was originally a fanfiction, but I decided to do original characters instead. I need to take some liberties and the original flavor of the anime…