A Dash of Chili Powder

12

[See what I did there? XD A little history for Ami-chan~ And I'm thinking it took a day or two for all of this to lapse.]

Amaya bolted inside, sending Rage a quick look of appreciation and jetting through the hospital in a frenzied dash. She didn't know why she-- It had to be the Gobi. He had to be the reason why she was crazy and wild. She leaped up a flight of stairs, dodging any medic that obstructed her path.

Nearing her object of worry, she slowed considerably. Or, rather, she forced herself to slow to a steady walk. Her best friend was injured and probably unconscious or wheezing. Yuki, after all, did have asthma. A very mild form of it. Nothing too bad. But she was still wounded and unhealthy. 

Rounding a corner, Amaya kept walking on, smelling the air for her purple-haired friend. She stopped, however, for she actually rounded that corner with her room being the first. She stood in the doorway, studying the area.

Pure white walls enclosed a hospital bed with a brutally broken body in its sheets, a thin curtain shielded this bed from another, acting as a sort of wall that gave the shadows behind it a sense of privacy, and IV drips clung to a tall metal pole that hung close to the rest of some important-looking medical equipment. The body was something Amaya took more interest in. 

Mussed purple hair was strewn about the white pillows and sheets, contrasting greatly against them, and seemed to hang off the sides of the bed. There were small black swirls traveling up the sickly pale arms of this girl, twirling around her shoulders. A thick set of two whisker marks stained each cheek and a circle with long points at its top and bottom arked her forehead and the bridge of her nose. Two other marks similar to that of a tribal neck-and-shoulder tattoo framed her, well, neck and shoulders. And, along her collar bones, there were thick lines that traces and dipped with her bones.

A small 'Hmph' and a frown came from Amaya. She didn't like what she saw. Who would? Black markings all over an injured girl? It isn't exactly a sight to be approved of. She smelled traces of that disgusting and intrusive scent from earlier and decided that, maybe, from what she heard from Yasuo at one point a long, long time ago, that these markings were caused by a black aura with the scent of the dead. 

If she remembered correctly, this was the case.

She took a step into the blank hospital room and stopped again, this time at about five feet from Yuki's bed. Her nose crinkled up at the smell. "You smell foul."

Yuki almost jumped from Amaya's comment, releasing a small 'eep'. Within little more than a second, there was a pillow chucked weakly at the short purple-haired girl. The pillow was dodged effortlessly. "What the hell, Amaya?" she muttered, bringing herself down from her place of surprise.

"You smell," she repeated blankly.

"What? Like what?"

"Quite frankly, like death and decay." Still blank.

"Death and decay? What are you talking about? I don't smell anything!" Yuki squealed, feebly crossing her arms. "And where's Kakashi-tousan run off too? I hope he told that guy thank you for me."

"Even worse than death and decay," Amaya muttered, blatantly ignoring the rest of Yuki's comment and focusing more on that peach-eyed boy she acquainted herself with earlier.

And so began the annoying bumps. The moment she meets someone similar to how she had once been and her heart goes crazy. How irritating. She thought for a while, wondering why a muscle would move in such a way for a similarity.

Gracie

There was a tap on the door before Vell slid into the room, looking uncomfortable. "Oi...Kid," he said gruffly. "That old man told me to come in and see you. Don't know why...."

He glanced at Amaya, who was standing by the door with a pillow at her feet. Vell quirked a brow down at her. "Ah. The midget."

"Hello there!" Scythe piped, suddenly appearing behind Vell. The silver haired teen bristled like an alarmed cat from the abrupt presence. Scythe just smiled amicably. "You probably don't remember us, but we helped get you to the hospital. Well, my good friend Vell-kun did, anyway," he said, clapping Vell's shoulder.

The silver haired teen's ear twitched as he scowled. "I'm not Rage - I can speak for myself!"

"Speaking of, where is he? I told him to come back. Maybe his communicator was off," Scythe mused lightly, not seeming too concerned.

Vell rolled his eyes and turned back to Yuki (doing his very best not to stare at the tattoos that had popped up all over her body). "It's getting crowded in here. So...what everybody's telling you, that I.... Well, I didn't save you. I just carried you home, that's all. No need to thank me, it wasn't a big deal," Vell huffed, staring at his left rather than at Yuki.

Awaji peeked around Vell and Awaji, eyes still squinted shut. "You okay now, Lady?"