It's that time again isn't it?

Or better known as: 'Eriol and the wrath of a PMS suffering wife'

Authoress: Sorry =D This is just me going insanely high ^^ Yup Yup! Fear the wrath of my odd and twisted humourless humour @_@ ! [?]

Dedicated to KyteAura! ^_____^

I know that it was an update that you requested, but I sort of have writer's block for LNHAE right now -_- so I wrote this fic for you instead! [Not sure if you'll like it though...]

Happy birthday!


Written in Eriol's POV - Corner Store

My eyes nearly burst out of their sockets, as I stared at the endless rows of...

pads.

Thin?

Regular?

... Wings? Pads have wings? I could feel my eyes bulging to their limit.

... They can fly??

I could just tell that the other customers in the corner shop were keeping a watchful eye on me. Just what were they staring at? Can't a guy go out normally and buy pads for his wife without being eyed at nowadays?

Tch. I looked around in annoyance and folded my arms.

I never knew it was illegal to.

I'm guessing you're wondering as to how I managed to get myself into this? Hey, it's not like I had a choice okay? I have just a little bit of a warning and advice to all the married men out there.

Always do whatever your PMS suffering wife tells you to do. Never make her angry. If there is a chance for you to escape, don't hesitate one bit just take it.

You know, if I'd ever listened to my own advice, I wouldn't be in this situation right now.

I muttered cursingly under my breath, as I glared at the various packets of pads before me.

Eriol no baka.

The scoreboard so far:

Eriol's Dignity: -5 Tomoyo's PMS: 135

Anyway, here's exactly how this nightmare started in the first place.

*

"Aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh!" A piercing womanly scream was heard from upstairs, almost shaking the whole mansion in the whole process.

I turned around as sheer panic overcame me. With a spatula that I was using to cook the pancakes in hand, I called out to her, hesitant at first.

"Anata...?"

Silence was all that answered me. My fear heightened.

"Tomoyo?"

No response came from upstairs.

Taking off my apron, but still holding the spatula, I hurriedly ran up the grand marble steps and headed towards our room. As soon as I reached the door, I clasped a hand around the door handle and pushed it to open.

It never opened.

It was locked.

I could have sworn that I began hearing the fast beatings of my heart. My breathing quickened as the thought of Tomoyo of being hurt came to mind. Stepping back, I decided to ram the door down.

Okay, on 3.

1...

2...

3!

I began charging towards the door at top speed. If I had actually noticed what was happening, I would have seen the bedroom door slightly being pushed from the other side.

And before I knew it...

BAM!

My entire body was flung backwards on impact, as the force of the door completely opening and me ramming into it collided.

I began seeing stars, my voice proving just what damage was done to me. A blurry Tomoyo stood by the door.

"An...er...an...anata? Whi...wha... why did you loo...lock the door? Are y-you okay?"

My eyes were swiveling in circles, as I began rubbing my backside in pain.

I came back to my senses as soon as I heard sniffling.

Tomoyo was now on the ground holding her face in her hands.

"Anata?" From where I was positioned, I began crawling towards her. Then held her in a comforting embrace, lulling her to calm down.

"Tomoyo, tell me, what's wrong?" I whispered in her ear.

"Oh Eriol!" She wrapped her arms around me, and nuzzled her face into my shoulder. "I-It's s-so h-horrible!"

Odd. I've never seen her like this.

"What is?" I asked in concern.

She released my neck and suddenly clasped her hands around mine, looking up to me. And gave me a puppy eyed looked, pouting for extra effect.

I began fearing for my life.

"Oh anata..." she began almost slyly. "You, you would do anything I ask you to, right?" Her eyes became teary. "Right?"

I could feel sweat run down my face. "Depends what you're asking me to do."

A spark of fire could be seen through her eyes, but quickly dispersed.

"Just say that you would." She said sweetly, too sweet if you ask me.

"I-I w-would." I stuttered nervously.

Little did I know, I was going to regret it.

"Wouldyoubeadearandbuymeapacketofpadsfromthecornershopiminnostatetogo." Her cheeks flushed from having to speak so fast.

The only thing I heard was something that sounded like: Would you be a dear and buy me a packet of lads from the porn shop. I'm in no state to go?

What on earth was that supposed to mean? [a/n: Confused? Don't worry, even I'm not sure what I'm going on about -_-;]

Probably noticing my confused state, she began more slowly, releasing my hands.

"Would you be a dear and buy me a packet of pads from the corner shop? I'm in no state to go." Her nightgown was now creased from her nervous wrenching hands. Her face tinted pink from embarrassment as she looked down.

Pads?

"Me?" I pointed incredulously at myself.

She glared dangerously up at me.

"Yes you." A slender finger poked my chest.

My eyes widened. "B-but... no! I-I can't!"

Now I was pretty sure that I saw fire burning in her eyes. And I could have sworn I began seeing steam come out of her ears.

I attempted to jump away from her, but to my unfortunate luck, she was much too fast for me and grabbed onto the collar of my blue pyjama top. Apparently, she was also too strong, as she managed to haul me so close to her that our noses were almost touching. Her intense glare bore into me, her grip on the collar tightened, almost choking the life out of me.

"You have no choice in this matter."

And the next thing I knew, the front door was slammed at my face.

*

How I even got to the front door, is still beyond me.

So here I am now. Standing in an isolated aisle in the local corner store, in the early hours of the morning, arms folded, in my favourite blue pyjamas, and holding a spatula.

What a nice way to start the day, wouldn't you agree?

And what's worse is that those old ladies down at the end of this aisle are still pointing at me, giving me -that- look.

Scoreboard:

Eriol's Dignity: -140 Tomoyo's PMS: 270

Damn cursed luck.

It can't get any worse than this.


Authoress: well... I did try ^^ I hope you liked it Kyte-Chan! ^^;;;;;;

To anyone who actually likes it [I doubt it though], I'll give you a one-word clue about the second part of the story.

Syaoran ^^

I also just wanted to thank not applicable and Aurora Starcrystal for reviewing my deleted fic, 'Unrequited Love' ! Thank you! T_T I'll re-upload it later when I thoroughly go through it again, and maybe make it less... depressing ^^;;

Tell me what you thought of it!

[s-i]

07.07.03