A Dash of Chili Powder

14

[Ami's pissed about her body. ^^ And Yuki hates hospitals]

"There should be a nurse coming in soon to check your vitals," Kakashi said, Yuki being the object of his attention. He noticed her wince, her fingers slowly retreating from that bandaged gash at her side. He gave her a small smile hidden by his mask and leaned himself against the wall by her bed.

What stressed her out the most wasn't her pain. It was actually the fact she was in a hospital. She may not be thinking about it, but that's why she's so jumpy. Back when he found her all crumpled up and sick in the brush, he took her to the hospital to get her fixed up. But some idiot decided it was okay to do something to her. From that day on, there's been a deep set fear of the supposed to be helpful institution.

Well, at least, he assumed that's what would be stressing her out so much.

She was very pale, thick bags under her eyes, and those bright bi-colored eyes were dull, her hair an absolute mess. He sighed inwardly. Yuki may be strong and able to defend herself and those around her, but the amount of, well, stress she puts herself under and the amount of damage she takes is always at a needless extent.

"Kakashi-tousan... Are you sure? I haven't seen a nurse since I woke up," Yuki replied, her voice a soft rasp. She let her hand drift up to her throat, hoping to sooth it. It hurt, to be quite honest. But she pushed it aside, inclining her head enough to see past her father and look right at Amaya's still form and Vell's pushy one.

Amaya just stood there and blinked, a little peeved at the display. Rage had brought his teammates lunch and Vell was shoving everyone away and closing the door. And then she frowned deeply. More reminders? What just happened triggered another memory and it wasn't a nice one. 

It was during one of beatings. They had her bleeding and bruised from head to toe, lashing her with whips of wind and fire, burning some places of her skin. She never moved, nor did she make a sound. All she did was sit there and take all that came to harm her. At some point, though, her mind took a needed vacation and shut down.

Still, she was quiet and unmoving, closing herself off. She felt no pain, at least, no physical pain, and eventually her abusers left. It seemed to her that they left her there to die but...

Her stomach stirred again. Amaya stepped cautiously and slowly to the closed wooden door, twisting the knob and pushing it open. There was no room for 'hi's and 'hello's or even 'thank you's, not that she really gave any anyway. She needed to get somewhere private and fix up her seals. If she didn't, the Gobi would talk and he would ravage her insides until he burst free, recklessly destroying what he good. 

Tactless bastard.

Before she could make her escape, she closed the door behind her looked up at Rage, then at Scythe, then at the littlest one stuffing his face, and back to Rage again. He had very...open eyes. And the color was fascinating. A peachy orange. While she never actually got the chance to enjoy colors or different foods, she thought she may have liked it now.

And then she took a sharp turn to the left, walking away in a slow manner. She figured, at some point, that she would have to work on the seal and curse mark a little later. After seeing a plate of hot food, she realized that it wasn't the Gobi stirring her stomach. At least, not since much earlier when there was that thick scent of death. 

[Meh. Awful. And thank you for seh encouragement!]

Gracie

[Hahahaha I can see that. XD And, Rage keeps calling Ami-chan 'the short girl' or 'this girl' because...he didn't catch her name. >w< But since he can't exactly talk he didn't think he needed to ask.]

This girl was strange. Not dangerous or disgusting strange - just...strange. As she looked at the three assassins gathered in the hallway Rage had the strangest feeling that her eyes were hooked onto his for the longest. Those violet eyes. Like gems, or the dyed crystallized sugar jewels Awaji was fond off. Smooth, cold, but beautiful. And - despite the appearance - somewhat sweet.

And that's all Rage got as she was walking away. Really, this was going to frustrate him to no end. Scythe snuck a glance at his young friend as he waved amicably to the short girl who wouldn't see the gesture; Scythe's mouth curved into a little smile.

Rage blinked as she walked away. Her posture...was she...? He was caught up to her in a few easy strides and barely touched her shoulder to get her attention.

"What's he doing?" Awaji asked Scythe, who put a hand over the tan boy's mouth instead of answering.

Reaching into his side satchel, Rage took another bento box - his box - and presented it to the girl with both hands. He watched her purple eyes for any hint, any subtle reaction, grasping for a piece of her character. While doing so, his face was blank. He was rather good at that.

Meanwhile Vell was standing awkwardly near the door, not really sure on what to do. The thank yous were out of the way (well, refused, but still). He didn't want to start dumping things on her right now. "Oh, hey, get this. Not only did I kind of save your life - I'm also your dad's long-lost little brother. Say hello to Uncle Vell." Right.