Cranky

By Miss_Kirei

Oh hello there everyone! I got inspired to write this when I was reading my own fic titled "Toothache", (: I feel so bad for Takumi in this… XD Poor guy, having to deal with a hormonal and cranky girl on her period doesn't sound fun. At all.

I love you all, review and tell me how it was!

"Every girl gets cranky during PMS, and Misaki was no exception."

—x—

"Fucking piece of shit!"

"Ma'am, I apologize for the mistake, I will send you the correct o-order right away!"

"Pfft, you expect me to wait for you? I DON'T WANT YOUR SERVICES. MISTER. I ASKED FOR CHOCOLATE CHIP ICE CREAM, NOT CHOCOLATE! THERE IS A DIFFERENCE! I'M NEVER ORDERING FROM HERE AGAIN!"

"M-Mrs Walker, please l-let me explain there was a confus—"

And she cut the call.

Misaki glared at her phone for a good amount of time, and then at the delivery boy who was trembling in front of her. She pinched the bridge of her nose, and a vein popped out of her head, "GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY HOUSE" she yelled and the poor man ran for his life with orders of ice cream in his hand. Misaki had slammed the main glass door in pure rage, at this point, she didn't even care if it broke. Hell, she wouldn't even care if the sky came crashing down.

What was the problem? Oh nothing much, it was just that poor Misa had finally got her period which had been delayed for two weeks, leaving her nervous as fuck (Don't get her wrong, she was all in about having a baby, but it was too soon for her. They'd only been married for four months, two of which she had spent in Africa right after her honeymoon. She just felt that a child shouldn't be thinking about having a child.) And then when her period finally arrived, it messed up her hormones, made her an emotional mess, making her experience all the emotions all at once—mood swings. Everything was going opposite of how she wanted it to be. And she was pissed.

A result of all this had made her come back home right after lunch. Her stomach cramps were all better after the nap she took, but she was more than cranky when she had woken up.

What do we all do when we're not feeling well? We eat ice cream.

And that was her fault—ordering the ice cream from the local grocery store. She'd waited thirty minutes and when her order was finally delivered, there was a mix up. It sent her over the edge.

Misaki glared at the fridge, her eyes were full of tears threatening to fall down. Her throat tightened and she slammed the doors shut when she couldn't locate something which she wanted to eat in the stuffed fridge. Even Takumi's hand cooked meals didn't sound appealing right now…

"I'll just draw myself a bath" she breathed. But she decided to take a shower instead. Why? Imagine a girl on her period in a bathtub full of water…on second thoughts, don't even try to imagine it.

Anyway, Misaki found herself standing in front of the bathroom in her robes. She took them off and stepped inside the shower box when the doorbell rang.

"Ugh this better be important!" she got out and dressed herself up and went out.

Great. It was the service staff.

"Mrs Walker, what do you want to eat tonight?" The head chef asked her. Normally, Takumi preferred cooking for his beloved but they still kept a chef for the times Takumi was too busy to cook or even come home. The maids were all over the living room, dusting and cleaning. Misaki sighed. She was sick of seeing their faces. She wanted to be alone.

"You're all excused for today,"

"But!"

"But Mrs Walker!"

A lot of buts were raised but Misaki glared, "I'll be fine. Come on, you're off. Enjoy the rest of the day, and don't call Takumi else he'll come running." Misaki sighed as she opened the main doors for the horde of people that were crowding her living room. Takumi hadn't been home in the last two days since he was too busy at office. She didn't want him to abandon everything and come here.

"Have a good day, Ma'am." They all sang and Misaki nodded with a tight smile.

As soon as they were gone, Misaki had thrown off the robe in the living room and walked straight to the bathroom naked—she was alone. She didn't care.

The warm water had helped her calm down and Misaki smiled as she shampooed her hair. She rubbed her cheek against her arm which felt very soft and sighed in content. Yes, this was the life.

But she hadn't heard when Takumi's car reached the drive way and he stepped out. He got inside using his key.

A bath later Misaki was feeling fresh and racy. She'd even decided to wear something sexy for a change. Well, nobody was going to be home anyway, so she might as well enjoy it.

She picked out lacy black underwear and a satin black sleeveless dress that reached her thighs that felt more or less like sexy lingerie. Oh well, it made her feel good. The soft fabric of the dress rubbed against her soft skin and she almost purred in content.

She had blow-dried her hair for the first time in her life, and even went through the troubles of putting on some eye-liner and mascara. A little touch of her favourite perfume and lipstick made her happy, she smiled looking at herself in the mirror. Wasn't being a woman all about feeling good about yourself? She smiled as she sat on the vanity table—just staring at herself with a slight flustered expression on her face.

Yes, she was going to hop around in the entire mansion alone.

And everyone who would judge her on this should just go to hell.

She headed downstairs, using the main staircase. They even had an elevator, don't even ask why. Anyway, she went straight to the living room and frowned seeing her silky robe just lying on the floor. She was briefly reminded of the rampage she'd previously went on. Oh well. She'd apologize to everyone later.

But her evening got spoiled, as expected.

As Misaki bent down to pick up her favourite robes, the main glass doors had opened. Takumi stood there—talking on the phone with some person. Cedric was there too, holding paperwork with at least fifteen executives. And yes, they had witness the lovely view Misaki's cleavage provided through her racy outfit.

Suddenly, all faces were red.

Except Takumi's.

Oh his eyes were wide.

He'd cut the call immediately, Misaki has stood up by now and she was flustered. The people standing had started looking away in the other directions. Even Cedric sported a blush of his own.

Thank gods that they didn't get to see the lovely view Misaki's rear had provided.

"Cedric, please escort these gentlemen to the conference room. I shall join them in an hour, take care of the others that are yet to arrive." He looked at Misaki, "I have matters to attend to." And she was as red as a tomato as soon as he said that.

Cedric had nodded and the men followed him as he walked towards the conference room that was in another wing of the large mansion. The men had bowed in respect as they left, and Misaki didn't even know how to react.

"Where is everyone else?" he asked her as he ran a hand through his hair, just great. There was his wife, looking like that, standing just a feet away from him. And he had to work.

But

Why did those people got to look at her like that?

He was angry, his possessive streak gone haywire, no, he was furious.

"I-I gave them th-the day off" Misaki spoke as she looked away. "Okay bye" she mumbled and ran towards the staircase. She was going to hide in her bedroom for the rest of her life. Her day was just getting better.

Oh no-no, she wouldn't get to run away from this.

Takumi laughed like a maniac as he had easily climbed the steps—three at once, courtesy of his long legs, and he was standing at the bedroom door as soon as she was about to lock it from inside.

Misaki was sweaty, the robes she had put on had slid down her shoulders; hell, she was panting. Takumi looked at her with a charming smile as he peeked inside the bedroom through the half opened door. Misaki bit her lip, fuck no—that was no fucking smile. That was "I've-got-you-trapped-here-and-I-won't-leave-until-I-punish-you" smile. Fucking sadist. She grit her teeth and sighed in defeat as she opened the door—reluctantly. Well, he was stronger than her, he would have easily opened the door anyway.

He stepped inside and double locked the bedroom door. He didn't want some perverted and weird men that work for him to look at his wife in such a state again. Hell, he would think twice about holding a meeting at his house the next time.

Misaki smiled nervously. She was searching for the best way to handle her perverted, furious, possessive and slightly sadistic alien. And she was getting scared. "H-Hey" She smiled again—awkwardly as she walked towards him with shaking hands and placed them on his chest with yet another smile. Takumi raised a fine eyebrow at her antics. What was she aiming at?

The plan was to kiss him and make him forget it all.

As stupid as it sounded, she wasn't left with any other choice. And within the deep, dark and perverted corners of her heart, she couldn't deny that he looked really good—she hadn't seen him for two days and frankly, his cologne was doing things to her.

A peck on the cheek and no reaction. Misaki sighed inwardly, she pulled his tie to bring him closer, he was getting hard to resist. She tugged at the buttons of his shirt and kissed his jaw.

"Misaki," he warned, he only used her full name to address her when the matters were serious. She decided to ignore him and cupped his cheek. And she was about to kiss him on the lips when he held her by the shoulders,

"What the hell are you wearing?"

Wait, what?

She pulled back, and looked at him with wide eyes, was he rejecting her?

"Wh-What? I thought I-I—"

"No. Why are you dressed like that?" he gave her a piercing glare and she looked away, tears brimming in her eyes now. Takumi moved towards the walk-in closet and handed her a plain t-shirt and shorts, "Put these on." He sighed as he pinched the bridge of his nose. Why did he have a meeting to attend? He felt like he would have handled this much better if there weren't a group of people flying from different countries waiting for him in his own house.

More importantly, what the hell was up with Misa? She was the type of person who always preferred a t-shirt over such…such clothing. Her beauty was distracting him, and he couldn't afford to be side-tracked like that right now.

She looked at him, anger rising within, how dare he? What kind of man would reject his wife like that and ask her to look plain boring? The one who was bored of his wife. She looked away, lips quivering,

"Are you ashamed of me?"

Was that it? Was he ashamed of her? Is that why he had reacted in such a way? He didn't want her anymore. Takumi's eyes had widened at that remark, was she insane? How could she even think that way?

"I really don't have time for this right now." He ran a hand through his hair in frustration as he confessed truthfully. He really didn't.

But of course, Misaki took it the other way. She threw the clothes he had handed her, "I'm sorry for wasting your time but I'm not putting those on. If you're that ashamed of me, I won't come out in front of your colleagues."

Takumi was now angry.

In his mind, all he could see was how those men had seen her. But did she understand that? No. One could not even imagine the fury he had felt that moment. "Why are you doing this?" he asked her plainly.

She looked at him incredulously, he thought she was pretending? That's great. Not to mention, her stomach cramps were back. Misa hugged herself, feeling the cold chill of the night. "Its just drama to you right?" she asked him with a smile. He gave her a piercing glare, "How long are you going to drag this matter?" he asked. Wasn't he the one who was dragging this matter?

"I'll make this easier for the both of us," her voice broke in the end, but he hadn't noticed. She moved across him and handed him her robes. She walked away from him towards the bathroom and he hadn't missed the fact that the dress was backless. This made him mad. Had those men seen this too? His fist clenched as soon as she slammed the bathroom door shut angrily.

Misaki sat dumbly on the edge of the bathtub. Her tears were flowing down and the cold ceramic against her legs was making her shiver. Let's not forget the stomach cramps and the weakness she felt. She'd heard the loud thud of their bedroom door closing and flinched. He had left.

This was officially the worst day of her life.

She was on her fucking period, her emotions and hormones were a wild mess, but the most shocking discovery was that her own husband didn't want her anymore. She wiped the tears from the back of her hand, he hadn't even looked twice her way. And here she thought that he would appreciate it. He had talked so rudely with her. What was her mistake? It was only being seen by a bunch of executives.

She knew why he didn't want her to dress up nice or do anything new. He just wanted her to look like a plain and boring wife that a husband takes for granted and does all kinds of deeds with other women. Her throat dried at the thought and she buried her face in her palms as she cried. Her sobs echoed all over the cold and empty bathroom.

Was her forever coming to an end after only four months?

Of course he would find someone better in four months, did you even look at him properly? He was perfect in every aspect. She was sure that women threw themselves at him when she wasn't around.

It was her job, wasn't it? Maybe he got sick of having his wife travel all the time and just, you know, got bored.

That would explain why he wasn't even fazed by her changed appearance.

He just simply didn't care anymore.

The eye liner she'd spent so long putting on was now on her hands, but she didn't care. The stomach cramps were killing her and the cold made it so much worse. Imagine spending a chilly November in a cold lifeless bathroom.

But even if she died tonight, she wasn't getting out of the bathroom ever. And she wasn't talking to him ever again.

Misaki Walker, nun after marriage, how would it sound?

This caused her cries to be intensified.

She was never ever coming in front of him. It would only make her feel like she wasn't enough. She literally failed at being a wife.

Her happiness was supposed to last more than four months, you know.

W-well, she won't miss him. She'd miss the cooking, the cuddling and the sex. But that could be changed, she'd just eat whatever the chef made. Teddy bears could be used for cuddling.

But the sex…uhh, she was never having sex again.

Yep, nun Misaki.

She laughed at the name, once upon a time she was repulsed with the idea of sex. And now she couldn't imagine her life without it.

Takumi was a jerk. Yep, that was it.

Or maybe she was the one who was responsible for all this. Other women did so much for her husbands to make sure they stayed interested. Take Sakura for an example, she'd go through so many beauty treatments and always looked her best for Kuuga. And here was plain boring Misaki whose husband didn't even look twice her way.

She took the rejection to heart. She cried till her throat was dry and she started seeing black spots. She drowned in self-loathing and the sobs and hiccups stayed even after the tears dried.

She placed a towel inside the bathroom and sat down, her cramps were getting worse and she held her poor tummy. She was crying again, but because of physical pain this time. The first two days were almost unbearable for her. She couldn't even stand up from the bed. Takumi's anger and impassiveness was replaying in her mind and she hummed as more tears flowed, waiting for sleep.

I know, I know. This was supposed to be fluff. Ugh, I really have an angst-y soul, don't I? But the next chapter will be fluffy~! But I actually thought it was funny in some fucked up dark humorous way, Misaki's literally planning to stay a nun and live in her bathtub XD As if Takumi would ever allow that. But that's just how women feel when they're on their period, so, yeah