[Sorry for the lateness. Had to go shopping. >< And it is okay!]
Amaya blinked. "I'm twelve." She blinked again, watching the spoon fly smack into Scythe's head. Another blink and she turned to face the direction of which the spoon came from. Rage threw it? But why?
She shook her head slightly, listening to Scythe introduce everyone. He already knew their names. He didn't have to introduce them... Still, she supposed it was just out of politeness. Not introducing everyone would be rude.
Just like not telling everyone her full name would be rude. She signed inwardly.
"My name is Chiyoye Amaya. I come from two clans: the Uchiha and the Chiyoye."
Gracie
"Two clans? That's interesting," Scythe commented, glancing at Rage. If he said anything rude again it'd probably be a pan flying from the kitchen and not a harmless spoon. "All of us come from only one clan each, but, we ran away from them a long time ago. 'Cept Awaji-kun, he was kinda adopted out of his'. And Rage-kun, he was--"
The sound of metal clanged through the air as Rage struck a spoon against the pan. His way of saying supper was ready. But he was also looking at Scythe with pleading, exasperated eyes: telling him to stop going into detail. Amaya probably didn't want to hear about their dull lives.
Scythe read the look and grinned again. "Food's done," he sighed, getting up with a stretch. "Amaya-san gets first dibs, Awaji-kun, so don't jump into the skillet just yet," he chuckled.
Rage was holding the back of Awaji's shirt because the boy was about to have done just that. As the brown haired boy sulked a little, Rage looked to Amaya, jerking his head to indicate she should get her food.
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A Dash of Chili Powder
FanfictionA bunch of kids are struggling through the way of the ninja - and very dramatically so! Follow these ninja on their nonsensical journeys full of drama, crack, hateful step-mothers, in-family rivalry, love, cuteness, and death.
