A Dash of Chili Powder

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"Ah, yes. Ami-san is a distant cousin. But my cousin nonetheless! Ask her about her kekke genkai," Rukia squealed, nodding at her words. She reached up and pulled out her pony-tail, letting her tightly pulled back hair to fall and flow past her shoulders. "That's a sure fire way to prove it."

She felt so much more comfortable with her red hair down. It wasn't pulling against her scalp anymore. She smiled widely.

Amaya gave a loud and raspy yelp, instantly digging her thin nails into... Rage's chest? She had fistfuls of his shirt, her death grip only tightening as she realized it was Rage she was holding onto and Awaji who was screaming and apologizing. Her heart beat soared, going at her rib cage like there was no tomorrow, and she breathed heavily.

The shock, for whatever reason, made her throat sting and her eyes well with a watery substance. Her heart was beating too fast and she didn't like it, she didn't like the noise, she didn't like that her head started to pound in her skull again, an she didn't like that it scared her into waking up. 

She hiccuped and whined as softly as a mouse might whine and almost smacked herself when the harsh understanding of the fact she was crying for the first time EVER hit her. She was supposed to be the best. But here she was, in a boy's arms, weeping because of a noise. A noise...

This only made it worse. 

Her grip tightened, her chest hurting, her throat burning. She felt so stupid. 

And so... tired.

Gracie

[If I didn't know Scythe, I'd think he was flirting with Roo-sama. O_O'' But he's not... So strange. ><]

"Kekkei genkai?" Scythe repeated, unable to help watching Rukia's luscious scarlet hair fall down in waves like a strawberry waterfall. She really was a vision. "She never mentioned it. What's it called?" he inquired politely.

The soft squeak made Rage aware that something was in his lap. He was holding it to himself protectively. Wait, wait - Awaji had fallen asleep with him, right? But if he's over there...who was--

Ohmygod Amaya.

"What's wrong with her?" Awaji questioned as Rage's mind went blank with total panic, confusion, and embarrassment while he looked down at Amaya in his lap. IN HIS LAP. What the HELL was he doing with AMAYA in his LAP?

She was crying, now. Amaya was sobbing and clutching his gray long-sleeved shirt with urgency. Rage's arms jutted out awkwardly, as if to keep his hands as far away from her as physically possible without actually moving away from the girl. His face was beet red. WHAT. THE. HELL?

Awaji frowned at the back of Rage's head - the boy was unable to see the red tone his friend's skin had taken. "Senpaiiii? Hello?"

Rage set his hands on the couch cushions, again far from touching Amaya. His heart beat loud and fast and it sounded like a river was roaring in his ears. He looked down at the purple hair with wide peach eyes. He didn't know what to do.

[Rage is so scared to touch her right now. >w<]