A/N: So, here you guys go, something else lighthearted besides my new fic Eggs.

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Enjoy!

Chapter

It came for me in the middle of the night. Honestly, I should have realized it, with how off and uncomfortable I'd felt all week, but I had honestly totally forgotten it. So, when I woke up at three in the morning, my thighs wet and tacky, and feeling like someone was digging a barbed blade into my abdomen and twisting, well, it was safe to say that I was caught off guard by my own body.

I'd started my period, and it was far worst than my previous life.

Moaning in pain, I could only curl into a ball, tears filling my eyes as I struggled to breath past it. It took several minutes for the cramping to dull from the horrible sharpness, so that I could reach a shaky hand over to the pull-rope next to my bed (Very cliche, that the old mansion had a servants rope, but I blessed it in this moment). Within minutes, there was a soft knock on the door, and one of the maids entered. I vaguely recognized Karissa, a lovely woman in her early thirties who had Primary Mist Flames and Secondary Rain Flames, which made her a Rainy Mist (a soothing presence that somehow managed to create Chaos in her wake anyways).

"Signorina Sorako?" the Maid called into the dark room softly, and I caught the faint glint of a gun in the womans hands. I managed a choked whine, the cramping having returned, and the maid cautiously reached to the wall and turned on the light.

"Oh my," the Rainy-Mist murmured, taking in my curled form and the red stain spreading on my blankets, sheets, and staining my pajama pants irreparably. Immediately, the gun was away and she was moving. She coaxed my body into a sitting position and gently lead me, stumbling and cringing, to the bathroom, where she helped me first shower, and then settled me into a scalding bath. As I started to soak, she left with my ruined pajamas, and returned minutes later with a hot cup of tea and a couple of pain killers.

"You're an amazing person," I told her tearfully as I sipped the tea; Karrissa only patted me on the head and helped me into a new set, pulling both a pad and a tampon from out of what seemed like nowhere.

"Do you know how to use these?" She asked; I nodded and the woman left me alone to apply said products.

By the time she'd helped me climb back into bed (With not only clean sheets but also a softer mattress. I wonder if the other one would be saved, because the Mafia had to know great ways to get blood out of things, but I was too tired to ask.) I was exhausted and just wated to curl up in my blankets and forget the world even existed for a while.

Which is exactly what I did, woken up again every so often by the intensity of the cramps.

The next morning I was in fine form, shuffling painfully down the hallway like a zombie after taking thirty minutes longer than usual to get dressed, feeling like someone had run me over, or made me fight Hibari-san blindfolded (Although I couldn't decide which one was the correct level of pain and awful). I'd also caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror, gaunt and pale with a tight, pinched expression and dark bags under my eyes.

As I carefully settled myself down at the breakfast table, managing a grumbled 'Ohayo' to my Nonno and his Guardians, I slumped forward and rested my forehead against the no-doubt expensive table cloth with a groan.

"Aw, did you not sleep well last night, Sorako?" Schnitten, Nonno's Rain, teased, the heavily scarred man seeming amused. Slowly, I lifted my head, and stared at him, blank faced.

"No, I didn't," I told him blankly, staring. "You wanna know why? Because as of about two thirty this morning, my Womb decided that I was old enough to deal with it's stupidity, and promptly began to shed its lining. Now, that meaty lining is rotting itself away in large swaths of blood and chunks, and, to make sure I don't somehow manage to keep some and then die when said rotting meat becomes toxic within my own, stupid womb, my abdominal muscles are repeatedly forcing themselves to cramp, to force the lining out of my body. So, no, Schnitten, I did not sleep well when I feel like I'm being stabbed by a barbed blade that's continuously twisting, and when I have to get up every few hours to make sure I don't have a repeat of waking in a pool of my own blood and chunks." I offered him a tight, flinty smile. "But thank you for your concern."

With a thunk, my head smacked back down onto the table top, and I relished, albeit distractedly, in the awkward silence that now filled the room.

A swish of cloth and a gentle chink next to my head had me reluctantly lolling it to look, only to whine happily at the large, steaming mug of hot chocolate and the two familiar pain pills resting there.

"Karissa, you angel," I whined, and the Maid chuckled before slipping away again as I carefully forced myself upright, shuddering at the spasm of pain it caused, and cuddled my drink close, quickly downing the pills and curling up in the chair to sip the delicious, thick hot chocolate, not looking at anyone. Nonno cleared his throat.

"I believe a few days of relaxation are in order, then," he said calmly. "You have been learning about the history, laws, and alliances of Vongola very well lately, and I have reports from Reborn on your capabilities with debates and arguments. Take the rest of this week to relax and get to know the area, although I require you take a guard with you if you leave the mansion, understand?" He asked sternly; I hummed drowsily in agreement, lulled by a full belly of hot chocolate and the edge of the cramps dulling as the pain medicine began to do it's job.

After that, the adults all began to pointedly discuss things I didn't care about, and Karissa re-appeared to escort me back to my room, where I promptly made myslf into a burrito of blankets, shut off all the lights, and turned on some music down low. I didn't even understand half of it, since it was low and in Italian, but it was nice to have background noise.

I spent the next few hours like that, getting up only to do some bathroom things and to drink another cup of hot chocolate, miserable and cranky and in pain.

There was a knock on the door, and I growled lowly as I snuggled deeper into my blanket.

"Ushishishi, Kitten! The Prince is here to visit!" Bel-koi's voice called, and I groaned, hiding my face in the pillow, and prayed that someone waylaid him so that he wouldn't see me like this. The last thing I needed was to be all bloated and grumpy and in pain around Bel.

"Ah, Prince Bel, the Signorina Sorako is in a... Delicate state today, I'm afraid," Karissa's voice announced, and, by the sound of it, the wonderful, glorious, chocolate-and-pain-med-gifting Maid was leading the Prince away, and I relaxed again wearily.

Another twenty or so minutes passed, before I was ripped from my doze by my door slamming open.

"Bel-koi!" I yelped as the Prince stalked in, grinning slyly and, without so much as a by-your-leave, scooped me out of the bed, burrito-blanket cocoon and all, and proceeded to carry me out, laughing his odd laugh as a wriggled so I could glare up at him, growling.

"Hush, Kitten," he told me, grinning, as he carried me down the hall without even a flicker of any kind of strain. Under the many, many layers of soft, fluffy blankets, I can feel the iron-like muscles of his arms, which still throws me off because I've seen his arms and, while leanly muscles looking, like a swimmer, they don't hint at the sort of strength he has, like, at all.

Grumbling moodily, I bury myself into my blankets until only my eyes are visible so I can keep glaring at him, making him laugh as I sulk.

Bel carried me onward, until we reached a door to a room I hadn't been in yet and, with a careless move, the blond literally kicked the door half off it's hinges, and only laughed when I hissed at him for it.

"What are you even doing, Bel-koi?" I complained as he carried me into the room, only to yelp as he promptly dropped me down, making me bounce lightly on the heavily cushioned lounge there. Sitting up awkwardly in my cocoon, I glared at him as he turned and grabbed something from the table next to the lounge.

When he turned back, however, my glare faded quickly because, in his hands, was a bowl filled with chocolate-covered fruit, from strawberries to what looked like kiwi and several other kinds. Staring, wide-eyed, I blinked as he settled himself on the lounge behind me, legs stretched out on either side so I was leaning against his chest, the bowl being settled to the left of use on a handy cushion and then I realized that he had a remote in his other hand, a remote that turned down the lights and turned on the truly massive television just across from us.

"No way," I breathed, as the screen flickered on to my favorite Japanese TV Show, an anime about a group of teens who could transform into animals, and their fight against an evil alien overlord who was actually kind of awesome (And mildly attractive, or, at least, his host was as the Evil Lord himself was a weird slug-creature who slides onto your brain and takes over).

"Ushishishishi," Bel-koi laughed, settling in and starting the very first episode. "The Prince takes care of his Kitten." I could only lean into him, blinking away the tears that suddenly started to tighten my throat. Sniffling, I unburried my face from my blanket and, before I could do the same with an arm, Bel-koi was already offering me a piece of what looked like mango covered in white chocolate. Smiling tearfully, I ate it, and cuddled into him as I settled down to watch my show, accepting bites of fruit every so often as I did.

After a few episodes, I had to un-bury myself to go to the bathroom and, when I returned, Bel-koi was waiting with my cocoon in place, only more blankets had been added so that both of us could be burritos.

Snuggling under the blankets with my boyfriend, giggling at the antics of the animated teenagers and their Alien friends, eating chocolate-covered fruit and just relaxing, I could safely say that, despite the way it had started, this was one of the best days I'd had in a long time. Now all I needed was-

"Hot Chocolate, Kitten?" Bel-koi asked with a grin, nodding at a thermos that had magically appeared while I'd been distracted, and I nodded happily.

Definitely the best day.

A/N: Ta-da! ^-^