A month later, I was still depressed. I hadn't been to visit my squad, and every time they came around to see me, I had Gaara chase them away. Gaara and I were going fairly smoothly now, and I didn't want to disturb that with confronting him about lying to me about Kankuro, and Kankuro wasn't talking to me anymore. And to top it off, Temari was off on a mission in Kirigakure with helping with the genin exams this year.

So, to deal with my depression, I locked myself in my room with a fridge stocked full of chocolate milk.

I was laying on my bed, feeling particularly miserable right now, because my stomach was cramping. I groaned, rolling onto my side, when, just as normal, Gaara poofed into my room. He had been doing it for the past three days, trying to lure me out of my room.

"Kairi?" he asked, immediately noticing my discomfort. He looked down at me, and his eyes widened. "Shit, how are you bleeding? Kairi? Talk to me-" I sat up, and looked at him.

"What? I'm bleeding?" I looked down where he pointed and cursed. My entire waist, stomach and inside of legs were covered in blood. I looked up at him with panicked eyes. "I… I didn't do anything… my stomach…" Just then, my stomach chose to contract. I gave a groan, and rolled over into a fetal position. Gaara wordlessly left the room, and in two excruciating minutes of pain, the mansions medic was in the room with him.

He came up to me, took one good look of the situation, and told Gaara to get out.

"What? Why?" the ANBU wasn't intimidated.

"Because the young lady would appreciate some privacy while I explain to her what's going on." Gaara glared, but left the room, and went to wait in his office. The medic turned to me, and sighed.

"You poor, poor girl. Didn't anyone explain anything to you?" I just furrowed my brow.

"Why the fuck are you talking like that? I'm FUCKING BLEEDING!" He just laughed, which made me angrier, but if I was injured somehow, I knew better than to move anything other than my mouth.

"It's perfectly normal for your age. You're going through your menstrual period."

"My what?"

Then, for the next hour, the doctor explained to me what was going on, gave me some medication to help with the cramps, and called a female ANBU to help me clean up.

By the time everything was over and done with, I felt like crying for no apparent reason other than sheer embaressment.