A Dash of Chili Powder

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"Shut up, dickhead!" Yuki barked, wiggling her hips to get more comfortable. "Your icky catty ass is in MY spot!"

"Now, now, our food is here and you two gotta eat," Kakashi chuckled.

"Oh, bite me, old man," the girl sitting on Vell snapped. "I want meat."

The jounin twitched. 

Yuki crossed her arms indignantly and leaned back against the dark blue couch cushion things and glared off at nothing in particular. Hmph. Stupid cat... Stupid pervert...

And then a small black puppy popped up into her mind. Her puppy. The one she hadn't seen all day. 

"Hey, where's Akahana?"

Amaya sipped at the tasteless but cool water Rage held against her lips, frowning as he pulled her hand away. Her little ears drooped with disappointment, the cup and boy disappearing, only to be replaced by a small piece of ginger cookie. 

Cookie, hm... She weakly pushed the small chunk in her mouth, chewed, and swallowed, too sick to even bother with savoring the amazing taste. Eliciting a soft squeak, she curled up into a tighter ball as a thik warm blanket was tucked around her and into the little nooks and crannys of the cushioned armchair.

She shivered slightly and puffed a breath of air before another chunk of cookie was so gently placed in her tiny hand. Her eyes had long since sagged shut from their heaviness and she frowned at that, popping the cookie bit into her mouth to resume the cookie eating procedure.

"Rage-kun..." Amaya mumbled softly, her empty hand flopping down and hitting his shoulder. She didn't want food. Rather, she was very sleepy. Her body was weak and her brain couldn't process much. All she could currently understand was names and food and drinks. Sleep does that to a person.

She yawned, her face muscles contorting and straining. Her jaw gave a slight and tiny pop and the little jolt of pain from that made her yelp and whimper softly. Why do weird and awful things happen to sick people?

The tiny girl tugged on the shoulder part of Rage's shirt, huffing out his name which became a sort of mantra for her in these past weeks. She groaned quietly, continuing to tug.

[She needs a cuddle buddy  I think. >< Kazuki! I completely forgot about him D: Or is he gonna be... Never mind. I'll bring him in later. >< Ami-san is cute in her naive yet anti-emotion nature. :3]

Gracie

[Vell's become more friendly with Yuki than he thinks. XD He doesn't usually argue with people very readily unless he's close to them. X3]

"SHE'S DEAD."

"She is not," Kakashi said flatly. "She's been napping upstairs the whole day. You and Akahana have been training a lot lately," he reminded Yuki.

Vell thrashed one leg just to jostle his niece: payback for the dickhead comment. "And the mutt can stay up there. She doesn't need to be down here...stinking up the place," he growled irritably.

"Guess I'll bring the food out here, then," Kakashi said, scratching the back of his head and going into the kitchen to get the packaged sushi.

The silver haired teen wriggled again. "If you want me out of your spot, then get OFF me, gaki!" he muttered.

Rage blinked when a tugging started on his gray long-sleeve shirt. He looked up at Amaya, who could only groan and murmur his name. What did she want so soon? Maybe the bathroom?

"She's cold, silly," Scythe said, perfectly translating Amaya's unspoken distress. "And she's exhausted. Get her to the couch and sit with her; Awaji-kun can have the chair."

"But she's sick. What if I get what she's got?" Awaji asked. Two weeks with no missions or real training had made him petulant.

"Rage-kun's been with her 24-7 and he hasn't gotten sick yet," Scythe pointed out.

Awaji frowned. "I'll stick to the floor." With that he slid off the couch and settled on his stomach before the television, which immediately absorbed all of his attention.

Rage took his shirt from Amaya's hand again and scooped her up. He settled her into the corner of the couch and sat alongside her, a hand on her shoulder to keep her steady - she looked about ready to tip over. All of this he did with the greatest care and the lightest of hands.

He looked down at the sleepy, ill-stricken girl with worry, securing the light blue comforter around her shoulders.

[Ahhh the cuteness. =w=]