A Dash of Chili Powder

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"Ne, who are YOU? Where's Amaya?" Yukia demanded, frowning at the presence of this...short boy. She could remember seeing him at the hospital, but she couldn't remember who he was. Just some kid, maybe. "Tell me now!" 

A firm, clawed hand clapped down on her shoulder. "Yu-chan, didn't he say to 'shhh'? Maybe Ami-san is asleep or something. We could always come back later," Kiba cooed, his head craned up to her ear and his breath tickling her neck. His hands wormed down to her waist and the other side of her neck. A toothy grin appeared on his cocky face.

Yuki was thoroughly unimpressed - at least, she pretended to be so. She hated the stupid dog brat when he did this. Especially when he did it public. Nobody likes public displays of teasing! A shiver ran through her when he dragged his claws down her neck, gently of course. She frowned. 

"Kiba. Stop this. This is very awkward and we're in public," she quipped with loads of irritation in her voice, easily plucking his fingers and arms off of her and stepping away a good three feet. "What's with you today?"

"I'm a dog."

"That doesn't answer my question. We are thirteen-years-old! Don't touch me like that again until we're Thirty!"

"We won't live to be thirty," Kiba stated simply, matter-of-factly, and stared at the albino girl with slitted eyes. She was such a spoil sport. He sighed, stepping over to her and planting both of his big hands on her bony shoulders, gripping firmly. "I want sex, woman!" And he shook her a little bit to be more emphatic.

................ "We're too young, you stupid *bleep bleep bleep bleep bleeeeeeeep bleep bleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep*!" 

In the midst of their deliberately disturbing conversation, they didn't forget the little boy that stood just in front of him. In fact, that's why they were acting so strange. They winked at each other.

Being scary is fun. <3

[My mind is so far in the gutter right now. I apologize for te perverted crap. =.= and that was a complete and utter reference my epic moment with my boyfriend xD]

Gracie

Awaji was already turned around and about to go back into the apartment. "YUCK!" he groaned as quietly as possible, even though he was totally disgusted. "First Senpai and Amaya-neesan, and now you two. I need to hang out with people my age. >A>"

Rage blinked awake at the barely-audible moan of distress Awaji issued. He raised his head a little, staring blearily at the clock above the TV. He'd only been asleep ten minutes? Rage groaned silently.

Apparently Scythe wasn't back - he'd be much louder. But Rage could definitely tell SOMEONE was here. Careful not to jostle the sleeping Amaya, he looked over the back of the couch, but no one was there. And yet muffled voices drifted from the other side of the front door. Rage peered at it with cloudy peach eyes.

Who would come to their door if not Rage?

[Crap-tastic post. Bask in it's cruddy glory. =A=]