AN: Don't own don't sue. Thank to all that review. Hey, that rhymes. Heehee.

Somewhere in the back of my fuzzy, hazy pounding brain, something is telling me to get up. There is that feeling that I am being watched and it is telling me to move. However, that's all great except, well, I can't. My limbs are heavy, my tongue feels like sandpaper, and my stomach feels like crap. But what really gets me was the damn knocking in the distance. Whoever is doing it will pay. I slowly reach under my pillow and grab my shuriken. Sitting up quickly, I throw it at the door. Insteadof a familiar thunk as it hits the wood, a mocking voiceis all I hear.

"Now, now, is that some way to greet your teammate after he's returned from a mission? "

"Go to hell Hyuuga. AND WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN MY ROOM! GET OUT."

Ouch. Note to self, no screaming today. In fact no talking above a whisper. Hurts too much. God, I'm sore. What the hell happened last night? Blech….

"You missed our training session today."

"Oh, sorry. Guess we got a little carried away last night. When did you get back anyway?"

"Tsk. Tsk. Still no excuse. . However, being as that I'm a nice guy, I decided to excuse this slip in judgement. Late last night, I returned"

"Like I need your forgiveness. You're not perfect yourself. So there."

Great, this is how I wanted him to see me when he got back, bleary eyed, a little pale, and completely rumpled, and reeking of old alcohol. Some impression, eh? Almost funny, as I laugh sardonically. Oh great now he's giving me one of those looks. Yep, the kind that says, "what the hell." He is a hard guy to read, but, I recognize a few of his expressions. This expression is the arched eyebrow and dilated pupil look. Yeah. I've been close enough to him to see his silver pupils. Weird actually. Yet, kinda cool. I guess it adds to his mysteriousness and sex appeal. No wonder girls still chase him. Why am I rambling? I sound like a raving lunatic. Damn hangover is making me loopy.

"Come on TenTen. Lets get you up, showered, and coherent. "

"One problem, Hyuuga. I'm barely dressed. In case you haven't noticed, all I'm wearing is a t-shirt and panties. So if you'd leave while I get up that would be great."

"Sure. But if you need my help, I'll be right out the door. Oh, by the way, I really like that top on you."

"Jerk. I oughta use you for target practice."

"Just try TenTen. Just try." As the door clicks shut behind him, I do a mental evaluation of things.

OK, mission one accomplished, get the guy out of the room. Although, I am probably the only girl who has ever kicked a Hyuuga out of her room. AM I AN IDIOT? Yeah, probably. OH well. Next mission, get to said shower. Hmm. I swing my legs over my bed and take stock of the room as it slowly stops spinning. When the girls left last night, I must've stumbled into my bedroom knocking over my weapons container. JUST GREAT. Note to self number two: tip-toeing around sharp kunai's and throwing stars while slightly inebriated…not good. OUCH. DAMN THAT HURT. GRRRRRRRR. I grab onto my dresser as I stumble to the door.

After righting myself, I grasp the handle and slowly make my way down the hall. I can hear Neji down the hall making fun of my weakness. He'll regret all of these comments later. I glare at him and finally find my way into the shower, and turn on the water. I let it blast me in the face. I closed my eyes, and just stood there. When I opened them, I realized that I had forgotten one teensy weensy detail. OOPS. For got to undress. I proceed to peel my clothes off and wash up. After half an hour or so, I flip off the water and reach for my towel. However, as Neji would put it, fate was laughing at me. I kinda forgot to grab it on my way in. DAMN. I'm cold, wet, and searching for anything that will dry me off. Nothing, nada, zip. My bathroom is immaculate, go figure, and nothing is laying around. Do I tell him to close is eyes and risk streaking down the hall to my roomand haveHIM catching me with his Byukugan? Or do I ask him for a towel and have him mock me? Decisions, decisions, decisions…..Either way, this sucks.

AN: Oohh, what to do? What to do? Guess we'll have to wait and see.