A Dash of Chili Powder

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"Why?" she snapped, a mental grin working its way across her face. "Answer me!" Oh how the discovery of acting scary made her feel. Amazing.

Amaya blinked a little bit, her intense purple eyes dull from her continued state of sickness. Her ears only flattened with slight frustration when her black-haired care taker knelt in front of her with open arms, almost coaxing her into them. She frowned. Not deeply, but not unnoticeably. For a short and thoughtless moment, she wanted to tell him no and work her way down the hall to he bedroom on her own.

But that would be so very bad.

Most likely, she would stumble and fall flat on her face and break her nose or some rediculous thing of the sort. A ruined sense of smell would be damn awful. How would she be able to operate in certain situations without her nose? She wouldn't, that's how. Her ears drooped slightly at the thought.

Would that make her crippled in some way?

She blinked, her gaze shifting towards the carpeted floor. "Okay, Rage-kun..." she whispered, disappointed in herself. She defeated herself twice within...two minutes. No. Less than two minutes. How much more pathetic was she going to get?

[Angsty Amaya! And I only really hinted at her having ears. Except for these past few posts. I like the idea so I'm sticking to it xD it's cute]

Gracie

"Because! Senpai won't make me lunch if he's cuddling with Nee-san! My stomach's going to eat me from the inside out," he groaned, forgetting his fear for a second to hold his stomach like it would jump out and wreak havoc in the village.

Rage nodded and carefully scooped Amaya up princess-style into his arms. She was so small and frail. As if she would tear or shatter if he was too rough. Rage held the girl securely as he made his way to Amaya's room with soft steps.

He settled her into her bed and under her covers, tucking them around her to keep her warm. The black haired teen delicately swiped bangs from Amaya's face, realizing that this had become an unusual habit. He frowned at himself. But dropped the matter.

The peach eyed teen straightened and looked down at Amaya for a couple seconds. Just a couple. Then he motioned with his hands to communicate as best as he could: Call if you need anything....

He turned and left, intent now only on who Awaji was talking to outside.

Me

Yuki dropped her clawed little hands and glared at the little boy with both exasperation and disdain. He was hopeless. "Food? Are you KIDDING? Ugh. Kiba, let's just go home."

Said doggy boy blinked and grinned toothily, shoving his hands in his jacket pockets. "We gonna do it then?" He REALLY must want to get laid. Cos he would not shut up.

The albino smacked her forehead. "No! Bakayarou!" she quelled, about ready to donkey punch him in the nose. That would probably kill him.

Amaya nestled into her bed, watching sleepily as her snuggle buddy worked his way out of her room as silent as usual. She frowned, feeling like she was put on hold. It wasn't pleasant by any means.

Wait.

Since when does a jinchuuriki trained by Orochimaru have feelings? Never. Then why does she feel this way? She frowned more deeply, rolling onto her side under her black blankets, her head hurting ten times more from just the effort of trying to figure out how she could feel. 

'You know, it's because you've never had any actual human contact,' grumbled a powerless voice deep within her core.

The voice made her frown even more. "When did I say you could talk, Gobi?" she snapped quietly, rolling over onto her stomach and burying her head in her soft pillow. Stupid demon. He wasn't supposed to talk. At all. His opinion on how she does things changed how she actually does things.

It's irritating.

'Never. But I want to talk so I'm talkin', gaki.'

She shook her head in disdain. "Just shut up so I can sleep..."

That wasn't at all what she wanted. 

'Face it, you're becoming codependent, Chiyoye-gaki. Sooner or later, you'll turn into a leech of a housewife and cling to the father of your children, live off of his money, suck him dry of resources. Such is codependency.'

All she wanted was that insane amount of warmth that was Rage to come back and help her fall asleep.

"Even I'm not that selfish, baka." She frowned and closed her purple eyes, intent on ignoring the stupid demon.

Gracie

Rage had barely made it out of the hall and into the living room when his eyes rounded. A pain as sharp as needles pierced his throat. He staggered into the wall and coughed, his hacking muffled with his hand in an attempt to be quiet. Amaya was trying to sleep. She didn't need to be interrupted with coughing.

Well, this was disturbing. Rage? Sick? He never got sick. Something must have caught in his throat....

He wouldn't be of use to ANYONE if he grew ill. Rage rubbed his throat and went to a kitchen cupboard, retrieving medicine. Just in case. He wasn't actually sick. No. Couldn't be....

"Waji-Waji?" Scythe blinked when he'd come into the apartment building only to see Awaji outside their door with two people his age. Much taller, but his age. It almost looked like he was getting bullied, with the small boy's pained expression and the others' feral air. But Scythe knew better than to judge.

Awaji looked near tears with relief. "Senpai! I'm so hungry I could die. And Rage-senpai's cuddling with Nee-san so he won't make me anything! =A="

Scythe used a hand to hide his grin. "Really? That's too bad..." He then drew his attention to the boy and girl at the door. "Ah, you're from the hospital. Vell-kun's niece and her friend, right? Is there something we can help you with?"