Chapter

Kasumi considered herself strong. She could take a lot of pain. One thing she would never fully adjust to was period pain.

That night she woke up to that familiar sharp pain in her lower stomach, ripping her away from her dreams.

Panic set in, because what did this world have in terms of period products? Did women even get periods here?

She tried to get up as quietly as possible because on the other side of the room was Madara, she could make out his long hair thrown messily on the floor and his weird sleeping position. On his back, one knee propped up and the other stretched out.

"Idiot," She whispered.

First she needed money. He had been rummaging through the closet, so that's where she started. Unfortunately, except for an extra bed linen, there was no money sack.

Next, she tiptoed back to her sleeping husband's side and lifted the blanket slowly off him. She stilled for a second. The sight before her was too good to tear her eyes from. She was stunned. The only light source was the moon shedding its luminescence onto the godlike man before her. His hair was pushed back giving her, for the first time, a full view of his serene face and then his naked torso. The kimono was slid open allowing her a full view.

She could not believe she was getting distracted. When he didn't show any signs of stirring any time soon, she slowly bent over him to lift both sides of the kimono. No money sack.

With a dejected sigh, she decided to try her luck anyways. Maybe they'd take pity on her and give it to her for free. Feminine hygiene products couldn't be that expensive, right?

She left Madara uncovered and swiftly moved out. She hoped the bastard could feel the cold in his dreams.

She walked down the silent hallway and past the bathrooms, finally she could hear the familiar sound of people conversing and low music.

Suddenly, out of nowhere, a powerful force pulled her back, a hand firmly pressed on to her mouth and swung her whole body around. The sound of her muffled cry was covered by the slamming of a door and Kasumi was pushed roughly on to the wall.

Her hair fell away from her eyes, revealing her perpetrator as—

"What the fuck?" She cried at him.

Madara frowned down at her.

Kasumi takes a breath to scream only to have her mouth covered again. She tried reaching for the door only for him to put his foot up against it, as he pushed her harder against the wall in displeasure. He grabbed both her hands to pin them together above her head.

"Where do you think you're going?" He asks annoyed.

Kasumi screams into his hand in response, thrashing against him as hard as she could. So hard in fact that she was sure if someone was outside the door they'd hear.

He lets go of her hands and moves his fingers around her neck threateningly. "Be quiet or I will kill you right this instant."

There's no use fighting someone bigger, stronger and faster. Kasumi slumps against the wall and squeezes her eyes shut in defeat.

Sensing that she had calmed down Madara lets her go, taking a step back.

"What the fuck is your problem? I haven't done anything!" She hisses, glaring at him with teary eyes.

"You were trying to escape—"

"I wasn't trying to escape. Where the fuck would I even go? If you haven't noticed; we're in another world! Where would I go? Where?"

"You're testing my patience woman, I heard you, I saw you-

"You saw me looking for a fucking tampon because my vagina's bleeding!" She retorted.

Madara seemed stumped for a second, before furrowing his brows in anger.

Kasumi laughs. Not with happines, but in anger, in frustration and most of all in hopelessness, "Oh what? You want to check if I'm lying?"

"In the future, behave like—"

"Like what? Everything I do is suspicious to you. I can't even pee without being manhandled and you never even believe me when I'm telling the truth. I'm not even an emotional person but you're …"

Tears roll down her face as her voice gets shaky.

"You're such a fucking asshole." She whispers, before covering her face with her hands.

She didn't look at his face as he stood quietly while she cried.

Finally, she breathes a sigh, gives him the dirtiest look she could muster, "Get out. Or are you going to stand here and watch?"

She begins to lift the edges of her kimono.

Madara perks up and leaves, shutting the door softly behind him.

That night Shizune was kind enough to give her what she needed for free. She didn't ask about her tear stricken face, but instead gave her a comforting pat on the back.