A Dash of Chili Powder

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THE DAMN SCENES MIXED Dx

Me

Yuki wasn't in the right frame of mind for all that was going on. She wanted to go home. Her body hurt and she was broken...she just wanted to go home with Kiba and see Kakashi and Kurenai-sensei and Tsume-kaasan... But the words of her sensei's friend ripped through her mind, her soul, and...got her full and complete attention.

"You must kill your brother! He put your friends and your livelihood at stake! Kill him, you foolish child!" The Mukai woman screamed, every word combining into a coercive lullaby... A song. Her words were so beautiful no matter how violent in nature they were...

The thin and bloody girl pushed herself up to stand now, facin her choking brother, and she stepped over Kiba, stumbling toward her brother. Aosora's words acted as a guide, the world around her swirling in a dark and twisted blaze, leading her to Yasuo's quickly dying form. She followed the path of each syllable, each sound, to him, tumbling every now and then and standing back up. Only to continue.

"Yuki! Stop it! Don't kill an already dying man!" Sakura and Amaya shouted, their voices a strange and alien mix. They were bad... Very bad voices. Yuki's head started to hurt...

A morbid chuckle. "Go on, Yuki... Show him what it's like to die!" That musical set of words again... They were so beautiful... Yuki listened and obeyed, much to Aosora's approval. The cruel woman bore a dark smile as she watched her friend's student now to her whims and kneeled beside Yasuo, her small hands unsheathing his katana. She was perfectly poised to kill him. "That's it, Yuki... Grab his katana...and run him through!"

"Noooo!" Amaya howled, anger building up and overflowing. She was helpless. There was no turning back.

Wait.

Amaya peaked over at Aosora, looking her over. The only thing out of place on this psychotic woman was the stream of blood dripping down between her breasts-- her arm and fingers! "You stupid bitch! End your genjutsu right now!" She pulled her arm back, ready to land a ferocious blow to the blue-haired medic ninja's face.

Gracie

An arm lashed out and caught Amaya's wrist before she could land the deathblow. Rage looked down at the short kunoichi with stern resolve in his dark-amber eyes.

"What's going on here?" Scythe demanded, lighting down along with Awaji and Vell. The little boy ran to the girl poised over the body of some broken dying person.

Awaji looked up at her blue-green eyes - though with his eyes closed, most wouldn't think he was actually looking. "Lady?" he asked meekly.

Vell, meanwhile, was taken in by the ragtag group. They look like they've been chewed up and spat back out, he observed, ears flattening.

Looking to the blue haired beauty, Scythe's eyes had drained of amusement and were instead sharp with demand. "Well?"

"Scythe-senpai, there's genjutsu here," Awaji squeaked suddenly, sounding alarmed. The purple haired girl he was next to had a katana in her hands. And it was aimed just so that it would run straight through the dying boy's heart.