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Sakura was having a shitty week.
It started with asshole customers at the diner she worked at. There were always asshole customers, and Sakura had long ago figured out how to paste a smile onto her face—one that made her skin feel stretched and sore after a full shift—and bat her lashes in her best please give me a decent tip look.
But that week it was just one asshole after another. There were the three businessmen who'd started out flirty and tried to look up her skirt more than once, even going so far as to purposely knock off his cup of coffee onto the ground so Sakura would have to bend over to clean it up, having to clench her fist when he looked at her with a sly smile of oops, sorry about that, sweetheart. Sakura let herself think a very sarcastic comment about how his slimy hands must not be all that great at holding things in her head, remembering to smile smile smile for the fucking (asshole) customer.
Though they did leave her a decent tip, despite her efforts to make sure they never saw up her skirt. But then there was the old lady who had one-upped the slimy businessman and instead of spilling coffee on the floor, she spilled hot coffee all over Sakura, having been gesturing wildly to her old lady friends and smacking Sakura's tray right out of her hand. And then the old woman had the gale to demand her meal free because some of the coffee had dripped onto her shoes. Her very ugly shoes, the kind that anyone would see in a store and know that only a bitter old lady would wear and call it fashionable.
She did not leave a tip.
And then Sakura had four exams that week, and while she was confident she'd gotten an A on at least two of them, maybe a low B on one and the other somewhere in the hazy zone of an A and a B, she'd been doing close to all-nighters for them. By the middle of the week she was cranky and was debating the repercussions if she put an IV in her arm and pumped her bloodstream full of caffeine.
But what really just kicked off the week was her period coming a few days earlier than she'd expected (not that she'd ever kept very good track of it), and found herself without a pad in the bathroom of her school, about ready to cry as she had to ask one of her friends for something. And then her friends only had tampons, and Sakura hated using tampons because, fuck it, she could always feel them and yes, she was putting them in correctly. There was no choice, though, and by the time she made it home she was holding in tears.
Itachi had taken one look at her and started panicking, thinking that she'd failed a test or someone else had spilled coffee on her again.
Sakura felt bloated and her cramps seemed particularly vicious this cycle and she was going back and forth between wanting a hug and hissing at Itachi to not touch her. (A tiny, bitter voice in the back of her head mumbled about how this was all his fault, man's fault, because if those sons of bitches didn't need to impregnate women like her to continue this vicious cycle called life and birth, Sakura and womankind wouldn't have to go through the nine layers of hell a week every month.)
Itachi must have seen something in her eyes because he backed up slowly and held up his hands. "Babygirl," he said slowly.
Sakura let out something that might have resembled a hiss. Even his voice was making her irritated and logically she knew that it shouldn't, that it was just the hormones talking, but goddamnit she wanted to kill him.
He blinked at her. Opened his mouth; closed it. "Hungry?" he finally tried, his voice much softer this time.
Her hormones perked up at that.
And dinner, bless this man, was amazing. Sakura ate more than she should've while Itachi just sat across from her, staring, before a little lightbulb went off in his head as he excused himself to make a phone call. Sakura didn't even look up as he left.
Ten minutes after dinner, Itachi got a call and left the room, having bundled Sakura up in two blankets and found a heating pad that rested between her legs. She was watching Breakfast at Tiffany's and had been enjoying the feeling of Itachi's hands in her hair.
When he came back, it was with her favorite carrot cake and some gift from god that was a chocolate concoction that was fudge and milk chocolate and a thin layer of cake smothered in more chocolate that practically melted in her mouth.
It was at that moment Sakura knew Itachi was the one.
It was also the moment Holly Golightly had thrown Cat away and was looking for him in the rain and calling Cat! Caaaattt! Cat!
Sakura started crying.
When Itachi tried to touch her, play with her hair, rub her back where it felt like someone had put their hands in her intestines and started squeezing and grinding, anything, she just started to shake her head. She tried to think of a polite way of telling him that if he so much as put a finger on her right then, she was going to get angry. No, she didn't know why she would get angry, only that she was crying but wasn't really sad and the idea of him touching her right then made her skin crawl.
After about twenty minutes of this, that of which included both Itachi and Sakura eating slices of cake off pretty plates on the couch in the living room, Sakura's plate having seen the beginning and end of many more slices that Itachi's, her cramps died down enough to not feel like she needed to be bent over.
When she looked up, ready to apologize to Itachi about her hormones and maybe make a joke about how it's only for a week, she found him watching her. He was sitting perfectly still, just looking at her with wide eyes, an untouched slice of cake still on it.
Sakura swallowed down the last bite of cake on her plate. She opened her mouth to say something, anything to get that look off his face, when he beat her to it and said, "Can you give me a schedule?"
She blinked. "What?"
"A schedule. Of . . . you know." He made a vague gesture to her low region. "Of this. So next time I can prepare."
"Oh." Very suddenly, Sakura felt guilty. She felt the lump in her throat start to rise again, tears on the horizon. "You don't have to do that—"
"No, no." Itachi shook his head. "I want to. Because if this is what my future looks like I'd like to be prepared."
Sakura blinked and went back and forth between being amused, insulted, sad, and angry.
"Does—" Itachi swallowed. He looked incredibly awkward and wouldn't meet her eyes. "Does anything help? Like . . . massages? Or some kind of food?"
"I—" Sakura stammered. "Uh, it just—it just kind of depends? I go back and forth between wanting full on body contact and feeling like if anyone touches me I'll kill them."
Itachi looked petrified.
Sakura hastily added, "But as for food . . . sweet things are always good." She gestured to the cakes, more than half eaten. "I mean, you don't need to go all out like this next time, but chocolate and candy and ice cream—" oh, god, now she was thinking about ice cream and she wanted it. "—are always good things to have on hand."
Itachi nodded. "I'll have the cakes ready next time."
"It's too much—"
He gave her the look of a man devoid of all hope. "Babygirl, if chocolate cake is what is needed to prevent you from either murdering me in my sleep or suddenly crying again, there is no price tag I care about."
"You never care about price tags." Sakura felt her heart warm at his words, her hormones once again rising their ugly heads. "But the crying will likely happen with or without cake."
Itachi just looked at her as if she'd shot him. "Is there anything—"
She gave him a sad, pained smile as the cramps started again. "If there was anything that helped, trust me, I would've found it."
And when later that night Itachi had been the victim of two more crying episodes, a snarky comment about the number of shoes he owned, and then suddenly having his lap full of Sakura as she asked (read: demanded) for him to brush her hair, the poor man had already begun to make a budget plan in his head to start up a research team to discover a cure to menstrual cycle pain and crazy hormones.
Author's Note: I have once again been peer pressured into writing this, short though it is. Ya'll are needy for Sugar Daddy!Itachi and I'm loving it. You've all been incredibly kind in your comments about this story, and I'm still amazed at how many people seem to want more of this.
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