She screamed again in agony and felt the tears prick in the corners of her eyes. He looked at her with his deep, brooding eyes and gently held out his hand to hold onto her scorched wrist, "Please forgive me."
She swatted his hand away and attempted to scratch his hands and face with her free hand, screaming and sobbing, "No! Stop it! Stop!"
He finally managed to grab hold of her arm again and murmured lowly, "Wake up. Wake up, Hinata." She looked at his face again quizzically, his expression was quickly changing from apologetic to pleading, "Wake up!"
She screamed again and struggled against the restraints that were holding her wrists and body down. She peaked an eye open to see Sasuke's panicked face staring back down from above her. She whispered, "U-Uchiha? What are you doing?"
He slowly began to loosen his grip on her wrists, testing to see if she would fight back, "You were screaming, I tried to wake you up but you kept screaming and scratching me, so I had to…" He trailed off and quickly rolled off from over top of her. Hinata swore that she saw his face turn a light pink.
"Sorry." She quickly snatched her arm away from him and rubbed her wrists, even though they had no sign of a burn, they were still warm from Sasuke's firm grip. She rolled over to her other side and groped for her alarm clock. 9:13.
She rolled back over to face Sasuke, "You feeling better?" He nodded in response and let his head drift back to the pillow, looking serene and relaxed. Hinata almost felt bad for getting out of bed and ripping the blanket off of him, "Well, it's time to get up."
He groaned and felt around to pull the comforter back over his head. With an exasperated sigh Hinata slowly crawled over to him and breathed seductively into his ear, "Come on, Uchiha, I'll make it worth your while."
He raised his eyebrow but made no effort to move in the slightest bit, "Oh? How?" Hinata just smiled mischievously and he shifted slightly to rest on his elbows before slowly sitting up on the edge of the bed, "Okay. Shoot." She pulled him up by his collar, making him obediently follow her as she walked backwards. Once she felt her back hit the door, she flipped them around and pushed him out of her room, slamming the door behind her.
"Hey! You said you'd make it worth my while!" He banged on the door, "I was comfortable in there!"
"I lied." She yelled back at him through the thick door and waited several minutes before she finally heard him storm off in the direction of the stairs and stomped extra hard as he walked up the stairs that winded up just above her room. That man seemed well mannered enough, but when confronted with some sort of problem, he threw a vicious tantrum.
She threw off her dress and pulled on a pair of shorts and baggy t-shirt that read, "Aqua Pier" in tall, loopy cursive letters. She had done absolutely no exercise throughout this whole competition and she had been stuffing her face with gourmet food like there was no tomorrow. It was a good thing she had such a high metabolism.
Rummaging through her suitcase, she managed to find the pair of Nike running shoes she had snuck into the suitcase at the last minute without Tenten's consent. She haphazardly piled her thick hair into a ponytail on top of her head and exited the room.
She meandered about, wishing that Sasuke had provided them with some sort of map, navigating through this house without one was virtually impossible. After literally an hour of searching for a gym and only finding curious looking rooms such as ones labelled, 'BLUE ROOM' or 'CHOCOLATE', she eventually found herself in the kitchen. She shrugged, might as well eat some breakfast, she could count that walk around the house as her exercise.
As she was reaching for the box of cereal that happened to be inconveniently placed at the highest shelf in the cupboard, she heard the sliding door that led into the kitchen slam open. She turned around and saw Temari rubbing her eyes and blotched face.