A Dash of Chili Powder

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[Its okay! I have those all the time ><]

Amaya stood off to the side, seeing as how Scythe inhabited the couch, and frowned. Well, maybe she wanted to sit too. She hasn't exactly had any rest of any kind. She mentally shook her head. It wasn't the time to be selfish. 

She shifted her weight and breated slowly. Food, a bath, and sleep was all she needed or wanted but-

"So you're Yuki-san's friend? That means you're a kunoichi too, right? No offense, but you're kinda young to be a ninja," Scythe inquired politely, interrupting the purple-haired little girl's thoughts.

She frowned.

Why did he want to know? Her life was her business. No one else's. However, ignoring his questions would be rude. She couldn't win today, now could she? No sleep, best friend is in the hospital, and now she had to explain things. Great. 

Now, why did she ask to stay with these people?

Shaking her little head, Amaya turned and looked at Rage for help, pleading for him to say something so that she wouldn't have to spill the details. But he was cooking. He wouldn't be able to pay attention to her. Realizing this, she puffed out her cheeks jut a iny bit and we brows furrowed.

A lose-lose scenario. Dammit.

"I mean no offense, really."

She let out a soft breath. "Yuki-sama and I have known each other since we were both very, very small. Indeed, we are friends," she explained softly over the sizzling of meats that Rage was cookin up. "And both of my parents, deceased, were much younger than me when they became ninja. I may be a gennin, but I am at jounin level." 

All true. Short and simple. She didn't have to give any further information on the subject. Good.

Gracie

Scythe blinked up at Amaya. "Younger than you? That's gotta be - well, you're probably about ten--" He stopped as something light and harmless hit him in the back of his head. He looked over the couch to see Rage, a spoon in his hand, positioned like he'd flung something using that utensil. His peach eyes were slightly narrowed at Scythe as if to say 'don't be rude'.

The brown haired man chuckled and grabbed the small green pepper from his tangled hair. "Ah, never mind. You don't have to explain anything if you don't want to."

Rage nodded his approval before looking at Amaya. His eyes jumped from her, to the chair near the couch, and back to her. Then he went back to cooking and keeping Awaji's greedy, reckless hands from the scorching pan.

"Well," Scythe sighed after a few moments of silence save for the irresistible crackle of oil and meat, "I guess it was kinda forward to start asking you stuff when you're the only one without attachment here." He put a hand to his chest and grinned. "I'm Yanagi Scythe. You know Katsukawa Rage-kun over there, and drooling all over the counter is our youngest, Tsukiyoka Awaji-kun. 'Course, Scythe and Rage aren't our real names. Mine's Kozue. I'd tell you Rage-kun's but, I'm not really sure how he feels about telling people his real name," he admitted with a sheepish grin.