A Dash of Chili Powder

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[lol]

Kazuki turned his toward Scythe, sensing his awkwardness. He wondered vaguely why he might feel that way and shook his head slightly, his eyes drifting away.

There was absolutely nothing for him to do and nowhere for him to go. He didn't want to stay with Rukia because the cloaked boys she was with were deliberately trying to hurt him and he didn't like it. They cut his cheek - which, for some reason, he forgot about - and sliced up his bandages. The next thing he knows, they could be stabbing him.

Sigh. Why were people ALWAYS trying to kill him?

He shook his head a little more.

"Ne, Saso-kun, talk!" Rukia yelped gleefully, every ounce of her wanting the addresses man to speak.

"Hn."

Whimp-ass reply.

Amaya's small purple ears twitched at the sound of Awaji's hungry groan, causing her to burrow further into the person she wa sleeping on. A split-second awakening and she was passed right out again.

Visions of sakura blossoms flew by like delicately falling feathers as she dreamed, fully aware that she was doing so. Such a strange dream... Blossom petals floated down, cascading like a pink waterfall all around the beaten dirt path. She tilted her head, seeing a small figure in the distance.

Gracie

Scythe looked around at everyone. Kazuki was withdrawn and quiet, and there was no way he wanted to start a conversation with those two vultures. So he turned to the only person he felt comfortable talking with.

"So, Rukia-san - Amaya-san's your cousin? You really don't look alike; no offense," he chuckled.

[One wake-up tactic coming up! Courtesy of...]

Awaji stared up at the cupboard with a frown. The top shelf. That was where the sour cream and onion chips were. He wiggled his bare toes on the linoleum, deep in thought.

Okay. I'm an assassin. Short, but an assassin. I can sneak through whole enemy camps without being seen and scale buildings sixty feet tall. I can do this....

The next minute, Awaji was sent crashing down with a yelp and the two stacked chairs.

Rage jerked awake only from the scream - for some reason he was attuned to the distress of his comrades. He felt something rolling off of him but caught it instinctively without seeing what it was. He looked over his shoulder, alarmed.

Awaji pulled himself up to the counter and rubbed his head, grinning. "Ahhh, sorry, senpai...."

The black haired teen sighed, shoulders slumping. He guessed it was lunch time.... Then he blinked, looking around. Where was Scythe?

[He's yet to notice he's hugging Amaya. XD]