A Dash of Chili Powder

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Amaya's little flame blinked out as soon as Scythe came to her inside. She frowned at loss of warmth and walked right into the apartment, closing the door politely. She took off her shoes, not wanting to make the carpet dirty, and stepped towards the kitchen. She wanted to stuff her groceries into a safe place away from the hungry Awaji.

Which was perfectly okay. 

She grabbed her large bags and stopped for a moment. "Um...where do I sleep?" she asked, thinking that that would be the est place to stuff her food. Except the cakes. Cake had to be refrigerated. Besides, maybe as a house warming thing she could cut it up after dinner and serve it.

The boys might like that.

Kazuki angled his head upwards in the direction of where he thought the moon might be. There was a bright ball up there. Maybe that was the moon?

He sighed. He didn't know. He couldn't see. He couldn't even imagine it. Shaking his head, the brown-haired boy took a step to the right and decided to walk that way. He didn't sense anyone nearby so maybe it was safe? No run-ins means no pissing anyone off. Right?

Right.

So on he walked, the sounds of the night echoing in his ears. From the awful sounds of sex to the chirping of crickets to the closing of doors to the snaps and yells of two people fighting. He frowned. 

He couldn't remember why he wanted to take a walk anymore.

Yuki blinked a few times. "Ah, uh...bye!" she yelled after the little blond girl, looking at Kiba for an explanation of the weirdness that's been going on. 

He only shrugged. "Who cares? They're gone."

"True, true. But still. The last twent-fours hours has been odd."

He nodded. "Yes. Very." He rested his head on her shoulder and sighed. "Aain, who cares? We're alone right?"

"Not entirely," Kakashi exclaimed, chuckling.

Gracie

"Either the second door on the right or the first door on the left, down that hall," Scythe said, pointing. "Awaji-kun's got his' and Rage-kun's room picked, and I don't really care which one I get. I don't really sleep," he grinned.

A vicious hissing noise exploded through the air as Rage threw the freshly-spiced beef into the wok. Mere seconds after it hit, Awaji sat bolt-upright from the sofa.

"Senpai's home!" he yelped, vaulting over the back of the couch excitedly. He took up a stool on the other side of the counter and watched Rage stir the meat to cook it. If he had a tail it'd be wagging nonstop.

Rage sighed lightly and shook his head. Awaji was either going to end up freakishly tall or very fat. He let the meat cook and started working on the peppers and vegetables, glancing at Amaya as she grabbed her bags.