Anko is stuck. She scratches her head. "Damn, can't think of one. Well, I'm tired, so here's that we'll do. I'm going to sleep, and you are going to curl up on the end of the bed, so I know where you are. Maybe I'll think of something in the morning."

Naruto said "Ok." As if he had a choice. Anko dragged him off to her bedroom. Naruto got under the covers down near the foot of the bed. Anko then climbed in and covered herself up, making it too dark for Naruto to sleep. There she shoved her feet down to the end of the bed, squashing Naruto's face. This seemed a comfortable position. She closed her eyes. "Sweet dreams, kid."

Naruto could not sleep, for obvious reasons. He tried to move so he didn't have her foot crushing his face, but Anko quickly brought his face back. Naruto sighed and just resigned himself to this. How had this all happened? He would be fighting until he was unconscious to prevent this a while ago, but now he just took it. He couldn't believe how could have ever liked feet! He would give anything to be home right now, instead of smothered by these two nasty things.

Anko was clearly asleep, as could be divined from her loud snoring. She fidgeted in her sleep, contorting Naruto's face every which way as she adjusted her legs. Somehow, her feet always seemed to keep near the poor beaten boys face.

Around midnight, just as Naruto was dozing off to sleep (Anko had stopped moving), Anko suddenly made a violent kick in her dream, resulting in her unknowingly shoving Naruto's mouth with the heel of her foot, giving him a good taste.

Naruto snapped out of his (almost sleep) and gagged violently. Why the hell did it taste so bad now? It had never been this bad before.

Her feet came back to rest in a mask over his face, and with horror, the answer came. Her feet were sweating. He felt his face getting moist with it. Under the covers, with Naruto under there, her tootsies were hot. God, he would never get to sleep now. He whimpered. 6 hours left.