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Sasuke frowned, poking a certain ninja that had stuck herself to the ceiling with chakra, with the end of a broom. She wiggled around, giggling and every now and then would stand up, and run into another room, which was strange considering the fact she did it all upside down and stuck to the roof. Sasuke realized that Hinata indeed had to potential to become as strong as, if not stronger than Sakura when it came to working with chakra.

He sighed, realizing that Hinata had disappeared when he'd taken his eyes of her for a few seconds. There was an inane laughing coming from his room and he growled. He found her jumping on the bed and she'd seen him walk through the door, dropping flat to the ground, she rolled under the bed and disappeared once again. Her only mistake was the uncontrollable giggling that Sasuke actually found to be quite cute.

"Hinata, please come out from under there."

She sneezed.

"Hinata please?"

She sniffled and suddenly everything went dark. Sasuke Hn'ed, pulling the old clothes that had fallen underneath his bed from his head, and suddenly Hinata was not there anymore, instead, he heard her feet padding down the hallway ceiling...

"Sasuke's Underpants!!!"

He threw his old clothes on the bed, ready to chase after Hinata before she did something stupid with his underwear. Like throw it out a window or something or wear it on her head.

"Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!"

And his whole clean laundry basket of clothes went sailing out the window. Hissing and yowling erupting from outside as the clothes were squabbled over by the thousands of obsessive girls that waited outside his windows, hopeful that they might snap a few pictures to add to their collections.

Sasuke groaned, checking the time. It had been 5 hours and 59 minutes. Oh shit.

Running to the kitchen, where he heard Hinata playing with the eggs and flour, he caught her as her control slipped and she barely missed the sharp shells of smashed eggs, he also noticed her discarded pants lying with the mess of eggs and white powdery flour.

He sighed, following the many cracks on his roof to get back to the main lounge, avoiding the want to look down and find out what type of underpants she wore. He prayed to god that she was at least still wearing them, Hinata being as drunk on speed water as ever was oblivious, and sung nursery rhymes off tune, thoroughly enjoying being carried around by a sexy and exasperated male.

Sasuke decided that she'd definitely earned her fair share of punishments and embarrassments that would be coming at her. Oh boy, she'd wish she'd never been born.

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Slamming down a list so long that if it was fully unwrapped it would stretch all the way to Gaara's Kazekage desk and back, he made the dazed Hyuga jumped, whimpering at the list like it had jaws and would snap her arm off if she got too close.

"Because of yesterday's accident, I want you to finish this list of to do's by 8 o'clock tonight. Other wise you sleep under my bed for a week. There's more dirty clothes for you to snuggle into for a lifetime. So get cracking, unless you want to share in on my nightly business." She gulped.

"W-What's t-that?" He smirked.

"You can always find out." Snatching the list from him. She let it roll to the floor, revealing the first a hundred or so missions for her to complete.

1 . Bring Sasuke-sama slippers. The blue ones.

Hm. Easy enough she thought, but what was with the sama? Scurrying to the front door, she opened the slipper drawer and colours of red, black, white, grey and blue spilled out, she was relieved she didn't drown in them. So grabbing a pair of blue slippers she ran back to the lounge, smiling and holding them out to him. She could prove him wrong, this wasn't so bad if the tasks weren't that hard. He raised an eyebrow.

"Are they mine?" She checked the slippers, confused. They were blue weren't they? Her sharp eyes caught the tiny initials on the sole. A.U. Okay... So it was A. Uchiha and not S. Uchiha, but did it really matter?

"D-Does it really m-matter?" He ignored her. "U-Um, Sasuke-s-sama?"

"Yes, it does." She sighed. Maybe it was going to be a long day.

Any how, after 1 and a half hours, Hinata had sorted through all the slippers, found many S. Uchiha's, but none that were S.U. and also blue. She went back to the lounge, to find Sasuke staring at the walls.

"Sasuke-sama! T-there's no b-blue slippers that have y-your initials!" He made a little turn around motion with his hand. So she did, staring at a wall she wondered what she was looking at.

"Not you, the list you idiot."

"Huh? O-Oh!" and then she found a list of clues. She frowned, she'd spent more than an hour looking in the wrong place, when it had clearly said on the back, as clear as day.

'Check under the bed.'

Tearing her eyes from a blank wall, she pointed at him.

"Why didn't you tell me!" She cried, but he just smirked.

"That's only task one, you better get going." She realized the sad truth and decided there was no time to bicker, she had a feeling that whatever Sasuke-sama did every night must've been bad. Indeed, she found the blue slippers with S.U. on them and sighed slightly relieved that there hadn't been another twist to the first mission. She presented him with slippers, two hours of scrupulous slipper hunting, finally paying off. Yet he didn't even wear them, and Hinata felt like biting his nose. That would teach him good, but there was more important things to do then have her revenge and bite his nose, such as mission no# 2.

2 . Sort slippers.

She hoped it was a hoax, turning the list over to see the hint.

Alphabetical and colour coded. She groaned. After the first five minutes, she realised she could use Hakke Rokujuyon Sho to sort 20 slippers per second, the deed was done in another 10 minutes, and when Hinata expected him to choke on his own inflated pride, he just smirked, sipping tomato juice from a crazy straw. Hinata sighed.

3 . Retrieve Sasuke-sama's clothes.

She raised an eyebrow, then flipped the list over.

- The ones you threw out the window yesterday, and then it all came flooding back, the giggling, the smashing, the underpants and absence of pants. She trudged out the door, the shame filling her face with heated flush and her cheeks a startling shade of red. Sasuke watched through the window, the tomato juice nearly gone, but never mind, his groceries were task 21. Ahhh.. Today was such a beautiful day for revenge.

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By the time the clock struck 12, Hinata had worked non stop for 4 hours already, she'd cleaned Sasuke's bedroom, replacing the dirty clothes under the bed with a clean and fresher batch of clothes, just in case she failed, which she certainly didn't intend on doing.

She'd scrubbed down all the bathrooms, cleaning at least 15 toilets, cleaned the kitchen and wiped the floor of the whole residence. A house that had more than twelve thousand pairs of slippers, belonging to feet belonging to people who used to live there, each owning individual rooms had a lot of floor to be wiped down.

Another hour passed, and Hinata had scrubbed her hands pink, doing his laundry, cleaning the deck, pulling out weeds and carrying home an extensive supply of food, totalling to 8 bags each weighing 3 kilos.

Three more hours and she'd journeyed to Suna and back to bring him a bag of sand, with three marshmallows inside. She wondered why, but alas there was no time to ask questions unless she'd want to find out what he did every night, in the not so private privacy of his room, if she failed that is.

He ordered her to buy Tomato ice cream, something she'd never heard of and doubted even existed, but the hint pointed out to her that if she couldn't find any, she would have to make Sasuke-sama some. Ironically, Tomatoes weren't in season. Infact, the only sure place they grew was in a small farm near the borders of Suna and Konoha, a discrete tiny place hidden in the densest areas of the forest. They also happened to be more than just pricey. She'd managed to scrap up every single cent she held on her person to purchase three. Just that task took 2 hours, and Hinata was beginning to panic. She was still on the first 50 tasks...

50. Walk around Konoha wearing a swimsuit. No jacket, no pants.

She whimpered, everything she'd done so far had been in her major skills. Cleaning and cooking. Never in a million years would she have the guts to do- do –do that!!

So sitting in a corner, she curled up and decided to sulk. Sasuke watched with interest, and is sipping, Still a sipping on that bust of Pallas above my chamber door. No, actually he was still lying on the couch, like he had been for the past 10 hours, his only exception to refill on tomato juice and go to the toilet.

"Hinata, do you seriously want to know what I do at nigh- "

"I don't care, go away." She grunted, she'd heard that reason come up more than a sane number of times, and it was starting to, dare she think it, piss her off.

Sasuke sighed, disappointed that she'd given up so easily. He let the flavour of tomatoes roll across his tongue, and the made a face, never thinking that he could actually grow bored of what he preferred most above all other things.

"Hinata-"

"I don't care, go away."

"Can we go grocery shopping?" He saw her head peak up in interest, and she swivelled to face him. Narrowing her eyes, she gave him suspicious glance.

"Why?"

He sighed, setting his glass of dull uninteresting Tomato juice on the floor.

"Because, I am bored, have been lying here, mostly unmoving for the last 10 hours and I'm sick of tomatoes. I feel like donuts. I want donuts."

She raised an eyebrow, confused at his childish tone and decided that shopping wasn't too bad, it was better than strutting around town half naked.

"We'll walk to the shops and back, how's that?"

She wondered what he was on about, of course they would go to the shops and back, what other way would there be able to buy donuts? ... Unless he meant...

"O-oh n-no you d-don't m-mean??!"

He smirked and nodded, flinging a small white piece of swimwear at her.

"N-no! I w-won't!" He leaned against the door, unimpressed.

"Che. I'll be there with you, stop being such a wimp." She frowned.

"Then you wear a swimsuit too." He looked at her, that 'are you serious' look written so colourfully over his usually blank face. She nodded, dead serious and flung a pair of dark swim trunks at him. He growled, snatching them from the air then slinking off to a dark room to change.

A few minutes later, after bickering and snapping of each others elastics just to annoy the other, they stepped out together, braving the chill of the night as the sun sank low below the horizon. She shivered, clinging onto Sasuke's stiff arm, stiff because he was concentrating hard on not exploding with goose bumps.

"S-Sasuke, I-I d-d-don't t-think t-his w-was a g-good idea..." Whimpered Hinata, her teeth chattering in the cold, he didn't reply, feeling too frozen to speak.

"S-Sasuke, w-we should g-go b-back." He shook his head, his unbelievable will power and determination condensed into the one short word he uttered.

"Donuts." She sighed, the sigh visible as the temperature continued to drop.

Trudging on, the duo watched the shops turn in for the night, the owners blowing out the lamps, only far and few shops still with their lights blazing bright.

Hinata leaned into the other body, feeling the tender warmth under the cold touch of his skin. Strange, how she felt so light headed right now, she felt... Happy, seeing the glowing lights just float by, slowly disappear one by one, fireflies that were being shot down by fairies... She giggled, and he watched her warily.

His skin was pretty.. It reflected the moonlight, he could've been the king of fairies for all she cared, and she wished she had wings, so she could fly like them because right now her legs felt heavy, unable to keep up with the king of fairies, who's dark head of hair swished as he flew..

Gee, how she wanted wings, right now she was so heavy.. Her legs, her eyelids, her head and all at once she felt herself melt, drooping so that the fireflies all went out, because the fairy folk launched the last attack on the front line.. Yes, the fairies won, she could even she the last firefly begin to spin, tilt this way and that and fall from the sky, like she felt herself falling.. Like a firefly.

Soft strong arms came and caught her though, before she could sink and melt into the ground. The heat that poured from them felt like it was sear her skin and she cried out.

"S-Stop i-it!" Weakly she fluttered her wings, hands beating against a solid door of moonlight skin. She felt the arms wrapped around her, dragging her further into a furnace, a deep resonating voice telling her to hang on and that it would be okay before she finally felt herself go out like a firefly.

Holding her cold body close, he sprinted as fast as he could back to the compound. He shouldn't have let her come, he should've figured out that she was sensitive to the cold, it was so obvious with that jacket of hers, so he cursed himself for not being careful, resulting in what could've been near death of his friend/slave.

He held her body closer, feeling her skin, startling colder than possible, suck warmth from his. He really had been stupid, taking her out late at night with scarce clothing really was a stupid thing to do, as expected of a stupid list, one that he himself had not written or read through. He really had been a moron...

She woke, shivering the cold sweat that slicked her skin, how feverish she felt, wrapped in blankets damp with her own perspiration. Feeling too weak to open her eyes, she felt something cold press against her lips, cool water sliding down her throat, she coughed, choking on the soothing water, but the firm hands that rubbed against her back helped her swallow.

"Shhh… Hinata, I'm sorry okay?"

Blearily, she opened her eyes, blurred vision just able to see the raw concern that shone through those dark eyes. She smiled weakly, unsticking herself from her damp sheets.

"D-did y-you get y-your d-donuts?" she rasped, her throat feeling unbelievably dry and sore. She beckoned for more water. He gave it to her and she took it gratefully. He drew something out of his pocket.

"I got these instead."

Holding a packet of flu pills out to her, they were the special orange flavoured ones. She popped one into her mouth, and swallowed, softly thanking Sasuke for his concern and trouble. He nodded, smiling the slightest and then frowned, realizing that they were still wearing bathers, he ordered her to take a hot shower, she grumbled and Sasuke carried her ill form wrapped in bed sheets to the bathroom, because she said she refused to move, unable to face the early morning chill, and she wondered how the hell Sasuke could cope wearing thin swimming trunks when it was clearly, very near, or below zero degrees temperatures.

Hearing water running from the bathroom, he was pleased to say he had done a good job. Replacing the old mattress with a heated futon and congratulated himself for being such a good care taker. It wasn't often that he had to take care of anyone other than himself, and so it had become a new goal for him.

Changing and fluffing the pillows and laying out new clean sheets he was satisfied to say that all the hours of slaving over her flu ridden body had paid off, just to see her smile weakly when she woke up. Yes, all the hours of anxious worrying as his peaceful sleeper breathed heavily and thrashed around in her sleep had paid off, because she was okay now, and he was proud of his efforts.

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A/N Some fluff, some ego-boosting and a lot of Hinata's tolerance. I Hope everybody enjoyed it and I hope people will give me some word. Please :3