A/N: Hello all! I'm telling ya, math is a great creative force for my writing. I get so bored that my thoughts wander and here we are! I apoligize to all my male fans, though I doubt they exist at this point, for the uncomfortable subject. Have fun!'

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Entry #28 – Wada Calcium CD3 – Green and White

He stared in horror at his medicine cabinet, the glaring brand name laughing triumphantly in his face. Sure, Yuffie had been invited to leave some of her things at his place: hairbrushes, toothbrush, deodorant, and a ratty ass teddy bear he had been smart enough not to comment on. Hell, he had even been planning to ask her to move in with him!

But this…this is just too much.

He had watched as his apartment had slowly died: his singing bass fish traded for ornate frames and clothes that somehow had found their way into the hamper. The toilet seat suddenly became an accent color to his bathroom walls and there was food in his fridge that weren't microwavable.

But he'd be damn if he let her stamp out his male pride like this!

He made his way into the living room, the offending box in hand. Yuffie was painting her toenails under the soft light of the lamp, chewing mindlessly on the bangs that fell just below her chin. He tossed the box onto the coffee table, catching her attention, and crossing his arms expectantly.

She stared back at him blankly.

"Can I help you?" she asked, good-naturedly, eyes flitting between boyfriend and container.

Reno pointed to the box and Yuffie's eyebrow arched in amusement.

"We call them tampons, Reno." She stated clearly, motioning widely with her hands.

The fiery haired man released a strangles scream.

"I know what they are," he exclaimed hotly, nudging at the box with his foot, "what's it doing in my bathroom?"

Yuffie grinned.

"I use them, silly!" she replied sweetly, smiling at yet another yelp of pain.

"Well, you can't use my bathroom cabinet for those things anymore!" he countered, his voice urgent and pleading, crossing and uncrossing his arms.

Yuffie giggled at his reaction.

"Of course, sweetie," she brushed off in a tiny voice, moving to pick up her nail polish bottle again.

Reno's eyes narrowed skeptically.

"Even the Wada Calcium CD3," he added.

She waved her hand at him, not even bothering to look up.

"Yeah, yeah, I got it." She responded, resuming her hair-chewing, nail-painting session.

Satisfied, Reno made his way to the balcony, itching for his hourly nicotine fix.

"Reno?"

He turned.

"Yes?"

"Guess what?"

"What?"

"I discharge gooey blood every single month and you've totally been down there and everything!"

And the raven-haired woman's laugh rang out triumphantly, long after he had bolted for the balcony door, face green and the knuckles clutching at his lighter white.

- End -

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