Yank.

He had a death wish.

That was the only logical conclusion Sakura's tired mind could reach. He wanted to die an agonisingly slow and torturous death…

It could be nothing else.

And Sakura thought, Why deny what he so clearly wanted?

Then she yawned.

Maybe she could kill him in the morning, when she wasn't so tired. That way she'd be able to enjoy his downfall……

In the meantime…..

YANK!

She hauled at the stolen doona with all her might and managed to get a decent portion back. Ahhhh, now she could warm up again. Already the sensation was returning to her feet.

YANK!

Oooooooh, Cold. Very very cold.

For the second time that night, Sasuke stole the doona.

Not for long.

YANK!

She was back in warm land again until,

YANK!

"SASUKE!"

"What?"

"STOP HOGGING THE GODDAMN DOONA!"

"Huh?"

"I'M COLD!"

She heard a smothered grumble and then,

"So am I."

"Wear thermal underwear then! But DO NOT STEAL MY DOONA!!!"

"Here then! Now shut up!"

Then there was silence, when he corrected,

"And it's our doona."

Sakura let a loud snore in response.