Rukia blinked about...three hundred times. "Cover it...up? Nani?" she questioned awkwardly, tilting her head just a little bit to the side. Was he serious?
"Iie, iie. Kakashi-kun's sharingan eye is an implant. My sharingan and Ami-san's sharingan are the real deal. We were born with it." She smiled. The fact he didn't know that was almost cute.
"P-please...don't let me go..." Amaya croaked, her fear and pain doubling at the thought of Rage letting her go and moving away, tripling at his grunt and continuous effort to gently push her away. She was too afraid, the click of Awaji's door closing almost making her jump right out of her skin.
She whined.
Tears kept tumbling down her reddened cheeks and she coughed miserably, sneezing a few times too. Her heart just kept beating as hard as it possibly could and her head was pounding with pain. She needed to be calmed down and warmed up.
Or she'd lose her mind.
[Shes THAT scared. Poor Amaya :3]
Gracie
"Ohh, I get it. That must be handier than Kakashi-san's way," Scythe mused. The awkwardness was going away so he wasn't about to let it lapse back into silence. "So then does only one eye become Sharingan? Or do both?" he asked interestedly.
Rage stopped and looked down at the couch cushion he was trying to make Amaya lie down on, grimacing. He had one hand on that cushion and the other on one of Amaya's wrists, frozen half-way from gently prying it from around his neck. She was using all of her strength to keep her face buried into the crook of his neck. He blushed furiously and helplessly.
What did he do? What COULD he do?
Against his better judgement - which scolded him viciously for his actions right now - Rage slowly, gently turned both of their bodies and laid himself and Amaya back onto the couch, his back facing the couch's back. He watched Amaya's purple scalp intently the entire time with unsure orange eyes. This really shouldn't be happening.
Amaya instantly snuggled closer to him as soon as he was settled onto the couch, making him flinch and his face redden even more. The black haired teen could do nothing but lie there, hands at his sides, as the girl unabashedly pressed herself tighter against him. He nearly shook with nervousness.
[He's a big awkward sweetheart. X3]
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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.
