A Dash of Chili Powder

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[>< Oh it's such a strange post. >< ]

Yuki sighed, a shiver running down her spine as another tendril of freezing air whipped at her, lapping at her face and neck. She was cold now. No. Just as freezing as the air. 

Winter was a problem. A big one. But so was the summer. She hated both. One was too hot, the other was two cold, and the two seasons in between were just right. Sprig and fall carried the best temperatures and the best weather - as well as sceneries. 

Spring was her favorite season; there was rain and there were beautiful blooming flowers springing up into the fields. Not only that, but she was born in April... 

April twenty-second.

She walked on along-side her brooding uncle, shivering. She didn't like him. She didn't hate him. Truth is, she just didn't know what to think of him. He was a more anti-social male version of Amaya. Well, maybe not quite like that. But close. He snapped more than she did. 

A lot more.

Speaking of the tiny purple-haired girl.... Amaya sat there in the tan armchair that she so claimed in her... weakened state, purple eyes a little swollen and rimmed with a light yellow. After Scythe and Rage had helped her with her seals, she came down with a bit of a cold or some kind of flu virus. Since then, she's pretty much been isolated to the chair. She absolutely refused to move.

Stubborn.

"Vell-kun's birthday is in two weeks!" Scythe squealed with excitement, his voice rattling Amaya's congested brain. She groaned quietly.

The Vell boy had a birthday. How cute, Amaya thought bitterly. She didn't particularly like him. He smelled too much like a cat, like food. But that's probably an inset issue because of the Gobi. The demon was, indeed, a big canine and he hated anything that wasn't a naked woman or a wolf. 

She shook her head. Why was she such a snippy bitch when she was sick?

The tv that she wasn't paying attention to was muted suddenly and a thin squeak answered Scythe's announcement. "Huh? Really? I thought it was in January."

Funny. Amaya's birthday was in January. She wanted to say so but she kept silent, keeping herself detached from the conversation. Wouldn't it be better for her to just rest anyway? Right? Right.

Her purple eyes found their way to the tall black-haired boy with the peach eyes, much to her disapproval. The strain hurt. But Rage was interesting to look at. Maybe jut a little bit longer? Yes.

Just a little bit. 

His eyes were almost intense, but they mellowed out to a very soft orange towards the rim of the pupils. They were pretty eyes that fit his face perfectly. It wasn't strange at all. Perfect size, perfect color. She liked orange. Well, now anyway. His nose sloped in a straight--

The brown haired man continued, "Nope, it's this month, and there is no way we're skipping it. Vell-kun get's the best outraged face when we make a big deal about it."

She lost her sleepy train of awful analytic thought.

Gracie

[Amaya's so cute. >v< And you write for Kakashi when he interacts with Yuki - I don't know what he'd talk like with her. 9.9'']

"We're home, Onii-teme," Vell droned as he opened the door, letting Yuki and the cold, waltzing air in with him. While the sun was blinding, the chill had gotten worse - another sign that winter had come.

After removing his boots and shaking his limbs vigorously to work warmth into his veins, Vell stretched his arms way over his head and walked into the living room. From there, he flopped on the couch, which he'd claimed as his own before Yuki had even gotten home from the hospital.

Kakashi came from the kitchen and saw Vell face-down in his pillow. The man's shoulders slumped. "You've done nothing but sleep since you got here. Isn't there anything else you do?"

"Wouldn't you like to know," came the muffled answer from a vexed Vell. He came up for air, eye half-lidded as he glared at his brother. "It's take-out again, isn't it?"

"You know I can't cook, and neither can you, unless you're hiding some talent out of laziness."

Vell harrumphed in response and his face flumped right back into the pillow.

Scythe looked over at Rage. "You don't look very excited," he noted, blinking.

Rage shrugged at the TV screen with sleep gracing his eyelids. The brown haired man frowned before sliding onto the floor beside Rage. He put a hand on the younger man's forehead, but Rage pushed him away, gently but with a little annoyance. "You getting a fever buddy?"

A head shake, with a confused frown.

"He's been like that ever since we got here," Awaji explained. "You've always been out on walks and he goes to the store a lot, so it's not that weird you just noticed."

"Maybe you need a nap," Scythe suggested. "You been sleeping okay?"

Rage looked between the twelve-year-old and the tall man, brow furrowed. He shook his head at the idea and got up, taking the almost-empty water glass by Amaya's chair.

Scythe watched him go into the kitchen before turning to Amaya. "Na, Amaya-san - Rage-kun's been acting weird, right? I mean, you might not know him well but he's still...not normal. Isn't he?"

The black haired teen came back and Scythe dropped it, Awaji unmuting the TV and watching the sitcom again. Rage held the full water glass for Amaya to take, a ginger cookie accompanying it in his other hand. For weeks he'd been randomly providing her with fluids for her health and sweets for her general enjoyment. Maybe it was habit. But he hated seeing her confined to that armchair like that.