A Dash of Chili Powder

6

Amaya returned Awaji's look and sighed. She pointed north. "It's north, considering the fact that we are a few miles south of Konohagakure." She looked over at this Vell boy and about flipped her lid. "You better be gentle with her or so help me I'll--"

"A-Amaya-sama...please stop yelling... W-we can't put Kiba or Yuki under anymore stress..." Hinata squeaked, lightly pushing the sobbing Yuki into the silver-haired boy's arms. "P-please be gentle..." she whispered to him. "A-and please...make sure Kakashi gets to her..."

"K-Kiba..." Yuki muttered to herself, wanting him and Kakahi more than anything. She took a deep and shaky breath, inhaling a slightly familiar scent and her crying seemed to calm into soft whimpers. She hurt so badly... 

Aosora scoffed and ignored the boys, all of them. Actually, she ignored the whole display. He held a hand up to her chest and a soft glow lit the area she touched. She felt no pain. Well, save for the light sting of being stitched up by her chakra. "Hmph."

Gracie

"What do you think I'll do, drag her by the foot?" Vell snapped irritably. Although his tongue was sharp and his eyes were sharper, he held Yuki with as much gentleness as he could. Current object of his confusion or not, she was still a kid, and she was still hurt. He wouldn't take his frustrations out on an injured little girl.

"Right. Thank you," Awaji said, bowing to Amaya. He tugged Rage's sleeve. "Let's go, senpai...."

Rage studied Amaya for a moment longer, and then looked to Scythe, who noticed and sighed. "You go on; I'll catch up. I promise." On the edges of his pan-face, Rage looked doubtful. "You want the kid you're holding to die?" Scythe prompted.

Begrudgingly, Rage followed Awaji northbound, headed for the hospital. Vell situated Yuki princess-style in his arms - that seemed to be the only position he could hold her without further injuring the poor girl - before following suit.

Scythe glanced at Aosora as the woman healed herself. He clicked his tongue. "What a sad type of woman you are. So beautiful. So ugly." Since he knew he'd be ignored anyway he turned his attention to the very small kunoichi left behind. "I take it we're all headed to the hospital, then? Mind if I tag along?" A light smile. Scythe always smiled as if trying to cheer the person he spoke to up. It wasn't intentional, but natural. An odd quirk for a killer to have.