A Dash of Chili Powder

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"Please, just once!" He shook her again, his voice pleading.

"No. -.-"

"Please!"

"No."

"Pretty please with whipped cream and chocolate syrup on top!"

"I said no, dammit!"

Yuki frowned and worked herself out of his grip, turning to face the grumbling little boy. She grinned evilly. He was so frightened. And it was funny. He was more disgusted than anything but it was still funny. Extremely so.

"Yuuuuki," Kiba whined.

"No, goddammit!" she snapped. "I want to see Amaya!"

Said purple-haired girl rolled over onto her stomach, burying her wolfish face into Rage's arms, twitching her purple-colored ears. She was so sleepy... Why was her sleep alway being interrupted by slight movements and noises? She groaned as softly as possible and slightly opened her eyes.

Rage was awake.

Amaya frowned slightly, each yell from outside the door making her shudder. Seems she was still a little afraid. Her ears drooped. Fear made her feel weak... She buried her head further into Rage's arm, hoping he wouldn't see her face or the fear that constantly bothered her.

She sneezed pathetically.

And for the first time in a long time, she desperately hoped he wouldn't get sick because of her. Hope? Such an alien feeling...

[Its funny. No one can tell Amaya has ears because they blend in with her hair xD]

Gracie

Awaji frowned at them both. "...I don't know what you're talking about but I don't think I want to." Then he turned to the girl specifically. "Amaya-neesan's being all huggy with Rage-senpai right now. I don't know if they wanna be disturbed. Ugh. Grown-ups. =A="

[Waji-Waji, you're making it sound so wrong. XD]

Rage looked down at Amaya at the tiny sneeze, but found her face buried in the crook of his elbow. He let out a sigh. Well, at least she wasn't crying again - she seemed to be doing better with noise.

Seriously, someone was outside talking to Awaji. Who? Rage tore his eyes from the purple haired girl to stare at the door like a dog anticipating his owner's return home. What was going on?

The black haired teen turned to Amaya again, nudging her softly to get her attention. He wanted to get up and see who it was. The smell coming from the door was similar to Kugomi, but...different. It wasn't her. He nudged her again, grunting softly, careful not to set her off again.

[Don't let him fool you - Rage is still terribly nervous being so close to Amaya. X3]