I don't know what to do with this, so I guess I'll just see where things go from here, if they go from here.

-x-

I've woken up in some pretty strange places before.

Wrapped inside a giant snake.

Tied to a tree surrounded by Iwa tribesmen with pitchforks and hungry faces.

Even next to a scarcely clad Rock Lee (but that's another story).

But never, in my entire sixteen years of existing, have I woken in such a state as this.

My body was rigid and sore, especially my back. I was hunched in on myself, cushioned in what felt like a bowl-shaped stone with padding inside. A pointed object was digging into the small of my back and I tried to push it away, but it seemed to be attached to something.

I didn't feel like opening my eyes at first to see what was around me. My head thrummed inside my skull with such intensity merely fluttering my eyes brought on waves of nausea. However, I am a ninja, and ninja are required to always be alert and aware of their surroundings.

Reluctantly, I pushed my aching self up from the hard surface and slowly, cautiously, made a slight slit with on eyelid and lazily inspected my surroundings.

I was in a dank cave, relying on torches hanging from walls as a light source. That's not what surprised me, though. My headache amplified as I further examined the small area. The air smelled like tuna fish and whipped cream. What I slept on was not a stone, but in fact a mattress that had been ripped to shreds by some unknown beast and sunk into the ground. Shreds of purple and pink fabric entwined with items of clothing tattered to ribbons. Some belonged to me and others were unfamiliar.

Catching sight of them I quickly glanced down, only to become red-faced with embarrassment. I was completely nude, arousing slight panic inside as the possibilities of what may have occurred here in this cave narrowed significantly. It's unlikely I'd been in a fight naked.

Covering myself up with what I could find—which turned out to be a pillowcase filled with stranded feathers—I scuttled away from the mess until my back collided with a cave wall. It hurt to move and on impact my skin stung painfully. My muscles were cramping and only then did I notice numerous scratches, cuts and wounds all over my body. Maybe I had been in a battle.

Feathers.

Feathers everywhere.

Feathers in my hair.

Feathers down there.

Ninja weapons poked out from under strange garments, ripped clothing and clumps of animal fur. Animal fur? It was all over the place, small fibres clinging to my bare skin. A shuriken was embedded in the wall adjacent to my head.

I could hear the ocean. The walls were cool and damp, so I was probably somewhere near the sea. There were many small puddles on the floor of the small cave.

"Oink oooink!" a pig squealed, looking suspiciously like Tonton, erupting suddenly from beneath the piles of mattress and fur and feathers, galloping frantically with immense speed for a nearby exit—an exit!

I used the wall to support my fatigued body and inched towards it, keeping an eye out for any bits and pieces of clothing. I found my shirt, ripped and stained with blood by what looked like claws, which explained the lesions on my back. Cream-covered shoes—I left those. As I kicked and rummaged through the piles of debris from whatever battle took place here, I came across something soft and fleshy.

Like flesh.

I grabbed hold of someone's arm and pulled the body out from underneath the springs and fluff, expecting to find a carcass. I could identify it and determine just what happened here.

If only that had been the case.

Hinata Hyuga mewed tiredly and snuggled back into the piles of foam, eyes clamped firmly shut and rebelling against daybreak. I felt my face grow hot as my eyes soaked in her barely clothed chest, body, being, also accompanied with numerous cuts and bruises, not nearly as deep as mine.

Hinata.

Lingerie.

Headache.

Hangover?

Whipped cream.

Feathers.

Weapons.

Toys?

Shredded clothes.

Claw marks.

…One hell of a night.

I almost screamed, but stopped myself from completely being stripped of any masculinity I still held and released a strangled cry of confusion and terror.

Confusion? Because I didn't remember anything from last night and I definitely had never associated myself further than polite 'hellos' and 'goodbye's' when it came to the Hyuga Heiress.

Terror? Because her father already hated me and passionately desired for me to suffer a death sentence because of my past treachery.

I mulled over my choices on what to do from here. I could:

a, Run away and hope I used protection,

b, Clean up and get rid of any evidence, or

c, Hang around and find out what the hell happened.

I never got a chance to decide, though, because something grabbed hold of my ankle and playfully drew patterns on my skin.

"Good morning, Sasuke-kun," Hinata sighed, staring straight into my eyes with ones innocent yet lustful. I shivered.

Option C it is, then.

-x-

Can't decide whether to continue or not. I'm not sure what's going to happen next.