She groaned quietly, leaning her head back against the tub ledge. Her belly was swirling and doing laps, hopping and skipping like crazy. Another groan. She huffed, listening to Rage try to open the door, only to realize it locked.
Amaya couldn't really move at all. She couldn't get up. So... "Hey...try tapping on the center of it with a hammer or something." Her voice was raspy and crackly, her throat in much pain.
Fucking demon.
[Extra short reply. -.-"]
Gracie
[Wasn't much you could say, so, no big. :D]
Rage stopped trying to jostle the handle at Amaya's pain-filled gasp: "Try tapping it in the center with a hammer...."
Hammer? Hmm. Nope. Rage took a step back and gave the door a solid kick that cracked the frame but didn't injure the door. Getting a hammer would have taken too much time. And Amaya sounded hurt.
She looked ten times worse.
"What was that?" Scythe called out from the kitchen.
Rage swept into the bathroom and knelt in front of Amaya's crumpled little body, hands up but idle, peach eyes glistening with wild panic. What do I do? What do I do? What do I do?
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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.
