Disclaimer: I don't own Gintama. This is the version 2 of my recent entry titled "Of Sanitary Pads and Reconciliations". When I say "version 2", I meant the story would be of a spectator's POV.

Hi, my name is Hera and I was just doing some of my much needed grocery since I practically ran out of food and essential products at home.

I looked down to review my little pad where I listed some of the items I have to buy. After checking thoroughly, I nodded and went to the carts.

I thank the heavens because the department store is less populated at this hour. I hate long queues that's why. With this in mind, I hurriedly went to the fruit aisle so I can get my strawberries and bananas.

I was looking for the noodles section when I saw two silhouettes ahead of me. It's a guy with a sandy hair. He is about 5' 7" tall. I don't know what he looks like because his back is the only feature visible in my line of vision but I caught a glimpse of the girl he was talking to which is one meter away from him.

She's so pretty. Her eyes are cerulean blue, her vermilion hair is done in two buns (like Pucca's) and her skin is so white-- as in porcelain white. Damn, I would pay to have a skin like that. But I just noticed that she's in a weird position. She looked like she's in pain. She's clutching her flat stomach and she is grimacing at the guy whose back is still on me.

I follow the direction where her right arm are reaching to see the product she's going to get and I immediately knew why she's like that.

Her monthly relative is here. I bet it's dysmenorrhea. I grimaced when I realized that I would be suffering like her when my period comes next week. Which reminds me, I need to buy my sanitary napkin or I'll die if I have to get it while on my dysmenorrhea.

"What are you doing bending over here, China?"

Huh? China? As in the country "China"? Or is that a name? I furrowed my brows but then shrugged off. It's none of my business. I'll get sidetracked if I continue watching them.

I was trying not to berate myself. Why? Because it's been 5 minutes and I'm still in the department store. What quick grocery turned into a contemplation of some sort. Ugh, people are starting to fill inside and I'll be dealing with long queues afterall.

FLASHBACK: I was on my way to the almost empty aisle of detergent products when I almost choke on my own saliva. Why? It's because of the scene before me. Rather, the only things we could see on TV is happening right in front of me. I don't know if they know of my presence but I was frozen not too far away from them.

The pretty girl I saw not too long ago is now walking away from the handsome guy. I have to raise my eyebrows at his visuals because I've never seen a boyish face like his. It's the first time. Anyway, back to the scene.

Ms. Pretty Vermilion looked like she swallowed a bitter pill with her face on and I looked at the guy with flaxen head to see his annoyed expression on.

Are they a couple? My nosy self asked. I mean they looked like a couple with a love quarrel going on. Ugh, it would be a shame if they're not together. Their chemistry is so strong.

Apparently, I was right (about the love quarrel) because not too long before the girl walked away from the guy, Mr. Sandy Hair started stalking after her. His face is void of emotion but his eyes which is crimson btw are now worriedly looking after Ms. Pretty Vermilion. His left hand is gripping his sword tightly.

I deduce he is a policeman because of the way he moves. His posture is of that policemen I frequently see patrolling on the streets. But his supposedly intimidating aura is ruined by the way he appears.

I've seen worried boyfriends before and Mr. Sandy Hair is one of them. His strides are hard but precise, almost resembling a man with the intent of attacking an unsuspecting target. Though I doubt if he'll ever hurt Ms. Pretty Vermilion girl.

My eyes follow them only to bulged widely to the next moment.

Ms. Grimacing Pretty Vermilion is almost at the cash register, five meters to be exact, when Mr. Sandy Hair caught up to her and put his right arm around her waist. I saw her expression changes. One moment she was scowling then the next her eyes are wide in surprise. She must be shocked from the unexpected arm around her.

My jaw dropped when the guy dragged her frozen body to the isolated aisle and slammed her petite body on the cabinet and--

EEEKKK! ARE THEY KISSING?! OH MY GOD! I could feel my face burning before I hurriedly turn around and ran off to the nearest rack to hide.

I could hear my rapid heartbeat in my ears. Damnit! Why me?! I was only here for my groceries. Why do I have to witness someone else's department store drama? Though I have to admit that I feel giddy for their adorable love quarrel. #Shameless

FLASHBACK ENDS.

That's why I'm here now. Waiting for them to finish their lovey-dovey scene. I could buy my detergent powder somewhere but that mean I'll have to walk for thirty minutes to the other department store near here.

Definitely, lose-lose situation for me.

3 minutes later

They're still talking.

6 minutes later

Are they done?

8 minutes later

Ugh, my detergent powder... I should just go there and pretend I didn't saw their drama and just get my item.

12 minutes later

Argh! Why are they cuddling? Please, let them finiiiiiiissshhhh. Can somebody help me? Anyone? Please?

Thank god! The two finally broke away from each other. People are starting to come at the isolated part where the two lovers are located and I finally have the gall to go there and pick my detergent--

"No, sadist, I'll pay." I heard Ms. Pretty Vermilion's voice not too far away from me. I looked at their way and realized they are now at the cashier where they are fighting for 'I'm gonna pay for this and not you'.

"Let me." The handsome boyfriend insisted and give his card to the blushing cashier.

Ms. Pretty Vermilion groaned and cross her arms in her chest. She's clearly upset with his insistence.

After the short hiccup, I finally got to pay my purchases and happily went to the exit.

Hayss...

Fin.

A/N: hohoho, what have I done? Well, I was thinking about a new entry when this idea popped into my head. I have to write it or else my conscience won't let me sleep.

Anyway, I don't think I did great but heh I at least tried.

As usual, unedited. Me and proofreading are not bestfriends if you can finally tell hihihi.

And lastly, now we know that there is someone who witness (and suffered mildly) our OkiKagu's supposed department store reconciliation. Who said isolated parts are REALLY isolated? One time I was on a department store myself and I thought I was the only one at the "isolated" part but turns out there was this one guy looking for an item and let's just say I almost collapsed when he asked me.

You know where I'm getting this? Lols.