A Dash of Chili Powder

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She didn't need to feel him tap her shoulder before she turned around, catching his hands almost instinctively. And the touch was electrifying in a strange way. It didn't even have the decency to be a normal feeling. As quickly as she had grabbed him, she let go of his wrists, dropping her down to her sides. A small frown appeared on her face; a subconscious action it was. She frowned more deeply at the fact that a frown was her first reaction for everything.

Her head craned upwards and her deep purple eyes traveled upward to meet his own orange ones, and she slowly looked down at the bento box in his grasp. "You didn't need to bring me this," she stated simply, returning her purple eyes to his. Immediately, she could tell that he was giving her his own lunch and her frown deepened. "Keep it. It belongs to you," she continued softly, her eyes wandering off.

This was an odd interaction between a boy she didn't know and herself. An offering of food? That's a first. She didn't want it, especially not if it deprived someone else of something to eat. As kindly as she possibly could, she bowed to the appropriate degree and stood up straight. 

She looked up at Rage again and politely held out her hand, urging him to shake it. "I know you cannot speak. But I would like to tell you my name."

He seemed confused.

That made her frown and then she frowned even more deeply at the fact she was frowning. Was there no other expression for her other than this stupid facial action? Pushing that aside, she turned her attention more to the person in front of her. "I am Amaya," she muttered, dropping her hand when he did not shake it.

Yuki looked at the boy that saved her, pointing an ashen and cut up finger at him. "Who is he, Kakashi-tousan? I want to know," she asked, lettin her hand drop when the jounin gave a small shrug, not of his unknowing but of a clear wish not to discuss it. Her docile stare turned into more of a glare.

"Tell me. I have the right to know," she growled, her attitude less than threatening. "Maybe I should ask him if you're not going to tell me, Kakashi." Again, less than threatening. 

Kakashi returned her glare with a lazy one and he smiled a mean smile. "Okay," he said lightly before shrugging and leaning against the wall. "Be my guest, Yu."

She growled again, trying to resist the urge to throw a pillow at the jounin. But he would only dodge it and he wouldn't be able to throw it that hard. She sighed. Sticking up that same gnarled finger she used to point at Vell before, she, well, pointed to him. "Who are you?"

Gracie

[You certainly may call him Momo (I'd never thought of that nickname for him before. OoO). And if Rage could talk he'd call Ami-chan Yoru - it means night, and I think it's adorable. >v<]

Amaya. Night rain. Now this small girl who'd piqued Rage's interest had a name to go with her fascinating appearance. Why she'd suddenly decided to tell him her name, he'd never know. He watched as her little hand dropped to her side when he wouldn't shake it.

Shaking a girl's hand, normally, wasn't such a problem for Rage - because no one ever tried. A small nod of recognition was all he ever got from women. But his policies still stood regardless: a boy touching a girl he didn't know was extremely impolite to the black haired teen, hence how he'd barely touched her shoulder. He recalled of when they first met, how he'd caught her wrist before she could hit that blue haired woman.

Rage's teeth gritted at the indiscretion he'd not thought twice about before.

After a few seconds of silence, Rage popped open the lid of his bento and retrieved the small bit of dessert tucked to the side - a small ginger cookie. Rage could have inhaled it but that was probably because of his size. He now offered this, as if bargaining a lower price on a piece of furniture. His orange eyes were muted but watchful.

Vell's ear twitched and he blinked at the beat-up finger stabbing the air to indicate him. "My name's Vell," he said. Then he frowned. "And don't point. It's impolite."

Oh God. Since when did I tell people that? He was recognizing the early signs in himself - the signs of a big brother.

"Where the hell's a nurse? I'll go find one--"

"Vell."

The silver haired teen had turned to the door only to stop at the stern tone in Kakashi's voice. Stern, but not angry. Just exasperated. Vell's tail lashed invisibly in his pant leg and he didn't move.

Kakashi blew a sigh and looked back down at Yuki. "He'll probably tell you later. He's going to stay with us for a few days."

"Since when?!" Vell choked, whirling around to give his brother an alarmed look. Kakashi quirked a brow at him.

"Where else were you planning to stay?"

"I...I didn't plan to come in the first place, you jerk...." Vell wouldn't look at either of them, now, and instead focused his attention on the wall to his left. Grumpily.