A/N: Another surprise update on the story, made very, very late! Not only that, but it's pretty short compared to the last one I put out.

Thanks to AveXCninja11 for reminding me to get back onto this. I hope that you like the chapter!

Toilet Water Triggers

Nya wasn't the type to frequent department stores during her free time.

Now, this wasn't because she didn't like shopping. She honestly did! But, as far as she knew, there wasn't a mall in the area that has an outlet store that specialized in the traditional kimonos that she loved wearing. That, and she usually bought her Western-style clothing from online store websites. For these reasons, she never understood the purpose of driving all the way to this particular mall. Why waste the time and gas getting clothes directly from a factory store when you could just wait a few days and have it delivered to your door?

So it shouldn't have come to no surprise to her that, in a matter of a few minutes, she got easily lost inside of the department store, among the large groups of families rushing along to try to grab as many deals as they could. Standing in the midst of chaos, between the "Fall Wear" section and "Latest Fashions" sections.

Yes, the exasperating irony didn't escape her. Samurai X, lost in the mall like a little child...

Her trained eyes rapidly darted back and forth between signs, trying to find the "Petite" sign hanging from the ceiling. Her thoughts were soon interrupted as she was shoved aside by yet another family making their way to the "School Wear" part of the store.

"Hey!"

Fortunately, despite being bulldozed by a portly woman and her three rowdy kids, she twisted her body and stayed on her feet, preventing herself from getting trampled by the other shoppers. Infuriated, she opened her mouth in protest, but didn't have time to yell out at that family for being so rude though, as she looked behind her and saw more people coming through.

Expertly moving to one side of the stream of people, she tried to locate a map to help her navigate through the store.

Though she didn't find a directory, it wasn't long until she made her way to several elegant counters with make-up samples displayed for all to see. Though Nya's main objective was finding professional clothing, she couldn't help but curiously scan through the various colors brands, briefly wondering if she could get herself a new lipstick that would match her outfit after she found what she needed.

"Hiya there!"

Nya whipped her head toward the direction of the voice, wondering if the greeting was toward her.

"Yeah, hon, I'm talking to you."

Standing behind a pristine glass counter was an older woman with dyed blonde hair, curled up at the tips to make it seem like it had more body. Her painted red lips parted into a wide smile as she caught Nya's attention and motioned her over.

Nya quickly realized that, instead of looking for the directory, she could've instead asked someone who worked at the store to point her in the direction of Women's Wear.

Sniffling a little from something that seemed to irritate her nostrils, she asked, "Hi, could you tell me where the 'Petite's' section is?"

"Huh?" She appeared genuinely confused for a moment. "I'm sorry, I don't really where that is."

Nya deflated, her shoulders slumping slightly. "Oh."

Noticing her disappointment, the woman quickly added, "Wait, but the women's section is right on the 2nd floor."

Nya smiled. "Thanks!"

The woman grinned back, her eyes crinkling slightly. "Glad to help ya, sweetheart! But ya might have trouble finding what ya need. That whole floor is dedicated to women's clothing."

Nya nodded, keeping in mind that there might be less shoppers in the floor above. She mentally braced herself for the hoard of mall-goers what would be using the escalators to get to the other parts of the store.

"I think I can handle looking through one section. Thanks for the concern though!" She turns on her heel, about to walk off toward the middle of the store where she had spotted the escalator earlier.

"Hold on there, don't run off just yet!"

Nya paused mid-step, then turned around.

"Could ya at least stick around a second longer to tell me if ya think this smells nice?"

Her eyes widened as she saw the woman pull out a perfume bottle and paper sampler.

Looking at her surroundings, she was horrified to see that she was currently in the "Fragrances" section of the department store.

"Wait, I'm-"

A spritz interrupted her as the woman sprayed the paper. "It's a new addition to the Rosali collection. Personally ah think that it smells nicer than the last ones put out, but that could've just been me-"

Nya fell into a fit of sneezes as she backed away from the counter, almost bumping into other shoppers. Passerby-ers stared at her when she wouldn't stop.

"Oh, oh!" The woman panicked as she witnessed Nya's allergic reactions. "Ah am so sorry, ah didn't know!"

"I'll- ACHOO! I'll bwe- awight," Nya replied behind her arm, then sniffled loudly. "I'll just be on my- AHCOO! Way…"

Abandoning the scene, Nya ran at full-speed toward the escalator, desperately trying to escape the smell that seems to pursue her and get somewhere quiet to administer her Epipen.