A Dash of Chili Powder

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Her purple ears twitched at the sound of coughing and her heart sank. She might have got Rage sick. She sighed quietly and pushed herself up, her arms wobbling under her light body weight, and opened up those intense purple eyes of hers. 

Knowing Rage, he muffled his cough, he wouldn't want to disturb Amaya in her quest to get better. On the contrary, he was more of a source of comfort. He didn't have to feel like a burden. He was helpful.

She slipped out from under her blankets, tossing one leg over the side of the bed and then the other, and stood. She wobbled and her head returned to its stupid pounding again. She frowned. Turning her attention to her door, she padded over silently, quickly and quietly opened the door.

'Worried little housewife.'

She scowled inwardly at the talkative demon. "Ne, Rage-kun. Lay down," she called raspily, her head pounding and pounding and pounding. "Now."

Yuki crossed her arms over her chest and looked up at the brown haired man before her. "We're to see Amaya."

"Yeah!" Kiba barked, his hands still in his pockets.

"Amaya's my best friend." Yuki frowned, knowing her friend had been sick for a long time. She sighed inwardly. Ever since she got these black markings all over her body, Amaya's been sick. Was it har fault? 

Kiba smacked a hand down on her shoulder for the eightieth time today and smiled his usual cocky smile. "Should let us see her. Yuki's all worried."

"Shut up!"

Thump.

"Ow! What was that for?"

"For being an idiot."

Gracie

Rage looked up in surprise after swallowing the cough syrup, hearing Amaya's wheezy call. And half a second after swallowing, his throat was barraged again.

Keeping his mouth closed so he wouldn't spit up the medicine, he coughed into the crook of his elbow, shaken by the severity of his hacking. How could he get so ill in mere minutes? That was impossible. He must have scratched the inside of this throat somehow. Yeah. That could be it.

Amaya.

The black haired teen recovered unsteadily, suddenly dizzy. Coughing could make you light-headed. Too much air intake, and your head spun. Another sign of sickness denied - rather, debunked. He wasn't sick. He was. Not. Sick.

He padded to Amaya's door to find her standing in the doorway, looking about to tip over. Rage picked her up - and nearly fell to the ground. He managed to reduce it to staggering, but he had to set Amaya down again to lean on the doorway.

Seriously? He couldn't pick her up? The girl barely weighed anything. That cough syrup had a very strong drowsy effect then....

The black haired teen took Amaya's hand after he was sure he was able to stand again, pulling it, trying to tell her to get back in bed.

[Rage-kun will make up any excuse to deny that he's sick. He won't admit it until he can't move at all. >^<'']

Scythe smiled down at Yuki. Wow, she acts a lot like Vell-kun. "Well, if you don't mind seeing her sick, I guess it's okay. She's really down in the weather. It's best not to be so loud." He walked past them and rubbed Awaji's head before opening the door for them. "Come on in. ^^"