A Dash of Chili Powder

33

A small tap on Amaya's shoulder forced the small girl to focus her attention on the here and now, not the anger she harbored for herself. The tap was soft, almost comforting. She looked up at her companion and frowned. Again. More deeply. Goddammit.

She wanted to kick herself. Always with the stupid frowns. Why was it her only means of providing expression? Why was it only a frown? Why the fuck couldn't she do something else? Why, dammit! 

Rage's peachy eyes were on the gentle side, comforting, as he stared down at her, his hand never leaving her shoulder. In comparison, his hand was twice as big as her shoulder. Well, he was twice, of not three times, as big as she was. How'd he get to be so tall?

Her thoughts were static, going anywhere and everywhere from the tall teen's interruption. Expression mellowing, she sighed inaudably and closed her eyes. A light gust of air whisked by, sending a small shiver through her tiny body.

Well, great. It was starting to get cold.

"Where are we going now?" Amaya asked softly, readjusting the paper bags in her arms. She looked up at the tall boy again, looking for an answer.

Another gust. The small girl shivered more obviously, her hands gripping the bags a bit tightly. She must have looked so weak right about now...

"Yun-chan?" Yuki asked with all the confusion in the world, looking up at the Inuzuka boy with just as much confusion. He only smiled and shrugged.

"Let her call you what she wants. I'm stickin' to Yu-Yu," he mumbled sweetly, throwing an arm around her thin shoulders. "Yu-Yu's better anyway." His toothy smile widened.

"You're no help!" she snipped, a soft blush lighting up her otherwise colorless cheeks. Turning her attention back to the blond girl, Yuki breathed slowly and shrugged as well as Kiba. "What he said."

"I'm no help? Oh, that hurts," the mutt said, feigning hurt, laying backward across the bed in a dramatic manner.

...

"Shut up, stupid! It's not like you're unloved."

"Your point?"

"I'm fixin' to smack you. -.-*"

"No! Please don't hit me! I'll do anything!" 

"You'll do anything anyway, Kiba." Yuki shook her head with mild disapproval, frowning just a little.

The boy shrugged and sat up again, wrapping his arms around her waist gently, careful not to hurt her. "Damn straight." He smiled.

[-.-]

Gracie

Rage removed his hand from Amaya's tiny shoulder and picked up his bags again. He looked around the darkening streets - unaffected by the breeze that passed over his skin harmlessly - and pulled up his chakra senses. Scythe hadn't exactly told him where the new apartment was, but that was okay. Rage could find it.

Rather, he found Rage and Awaji. Their chakra was just a few blocks away.

He looked back at Amaya and jerked his head, signalling her to follow, and strode down the street with the groceries in tow.

"..." Kugomi looked between Kiba and Yuki suspiciously. "You guys aren't MATES, are you?" she asked slowly.

Vell rubbed his face. "Stop using your wolf-terms here, idiot, it embarrasses everybody."

[Failure post. -.-'']