Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Catching Cherry Blossoms ❯ How Many Days Has It Been?! ( Chapter 4 )

Chapter Five: How many days has it been?!I am disgusting. I have no clue how long it has been, but I smell awful. My hair is disgusting too. Matted and greasy. Ick. I tried to comb through it with my fingers, but I got a hand cramp from detangling all the knots. Sakura just give in! For gods sake youÕve been here forever! Never! Never ever! He canÕt keep me in here any longer. IÕll die. He brings three bottles of water in here somehow. I will wake up at random points and find more water. ItÕs always the same. Three lonely bottles. I think I might die from not talking to anyone. I look around me again. The room is a disaster. Out of my rage, I ripped it apart. The closet hangers lay everywhere, magazines scattered on the floor, drawers thrown about. I am starving and I think I am developing a cough. Maybe I have developed whooping cough somehow. He canÕt keep me in here if iÕm sick. I have cramps too. I am so tired. I havenÕt slept well and my limbs all ache. A cramp hits me hard in the stomach and I keel over. Ouchie. What the hell is wrong with me? I curl into a ball and I put my head in my lap. I fall into a light slumber but suddenly I feel something wet between my legs. I pull my head out of my lap and I gasp. ÒShit! Oh shit!Ó Blood is seeping through my blue jeans. I pull my sweatshirt off my body and I cover it with it. Then I hear the key in the lock. Oh god. ItÕs Kakashi. He opens the door and immediately my face turns bright red. He is carrying three more water bottles. ÒI thought you were asleep. Are we ready to cooperate? IÕll let you out if you promise to do as I say. What is it? WhatÕs that funny look on your face?Ó He moves closer and I push my back against the wall. I immediately regret it when a cramp hits me hard in the stomach. ÒOuch!Ó I whimper, grabbing my stomach and bending over. I look at him, pleading for him to leave me alone. I am dying of embarrassment. I catch a glimpse of something in his eye. Did I just see him being worried about me? His face changes. ÒWhatÕs wrong?Ó He asks bending down in front of me. ÒPlease just leave me alone.Ó I speak in a quiet, raspy voice. ÒNot until you tell me whatÕs going on.Ó I sigh. ÒFine. I give up. You win. Please just let me get cleaned up.Ó He quirks an eyebrow at me. ÒWhatÕs wrong though. You still havenÕt told me whatÕs wrong with you.Ó ÒLook, iÕve got cramps. Okay?Ó He gives me a puzzled look. I get up, sweat shirt still in front of me. I try to move around him. ÒWhatÕs this?Ó He asks, pointing to the sweat shirt. ÒOh, itÕs nothing.Ó I say blushing. He notices. ÒLet me see. What are you hiding? You know fiancŽs donÕt hide anything from one another.Ó ÒYou donÕt want to see.Ó I say. ÒYes, I do.Ó I frown. ÒNo, you donÕt. Please I donÕt have the energy to fight.Ó I move away from him, but suddenly he grabs the sweatshirt, throwing it away from me. ÒWhat the...?Ó The question hangs in the air as he takes it all in. His face goes pale. ÒOh, I..I. I didnÕt know.Ó He turns red. I quickly grab the sweatshirt back and I cover my waist. ÒI, ugh, need feminine products.Ó He looks nervous. ÒUgh, what kind and stuff?Ó I blush. ÒPearl Plastic Tampons.Ó I whisper. He doesnÕt need telling twice. ÒOkeyimgoingnowbye.Ó His words are jumbled as he rushes out the door. I am lying on my bed in sweatpants, an oversized tee, and very fluffy slippers, when I hear a knock on the door. The door opens but I donÕt lift myself off the bed. ÒHere.Ó He opens the door and throws a bag onto the bed. ÒThanks. You donÕt happen to have any medicine or anything? For the cramps? Or any kind of chocolate? The darker the better.Ó He smiles widely and I smile unsurely back. ÒLook in the bag.Ó I dump it out to find a complete period care kit. Midol, tampons, and a shit load of chocolaty goodness, what more could a girl ask for? ÒThank you so much!Ó I gush. Wow, maybe he isnÕt so bad! ÒOh and one more thing.Ó I look over at him, a tad confused. What more could he give me? ÒTry not to get any blood on the expensive sheets, okay?Ó My smile fades. Jack ass. I grab a pillow and throw it at him. ÒHey, do you want to go back in their?Ó He motions towards the prison. ÒNo, no thatÕs quite all right.Ó He smiles again. ÒNow go away. I need my sleep. Oh and one more question. How many days has it been?Ó He grins wickedly. ÒItÕs been five days. Five long days.Ó Then he disappears through the door.