A Dash of Chili Powder

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[Its unfortunate -.-"]

Yuki frowned at Kiba before finally tearing her attention away from him. She looked at Scythe with mild frustration. "What's she doing in-"

"Ne, is she gettin' it on with that big guy?" Kiba asked excitedly. "It's about time Amaya-san got some attention!" The coffee-skinned barked with amused laughter, hands stuffed back into his pockets.

Cue some grit-ball. 

"Bakayarō, Kiba-teme!" Yuki snapped, whacking him over the head with the butt of a kunai that she magically whipped out of her pouch. 

"Ow! Goddamn it, that hurt!"

"Quit being a dirty little hentai, ero-inu!"

Gracie

Awaji slammed his door shut, a pillow and several other personal items under his arm. "Goodbye, gross adults," he yipped as he marched for the front door.

Scythe grabbed his ankle where he'd fallen on his behind from laughter. In fact, he was still laughing. "Waji-Wajiii! Please don't! I'll make them stop, okay? I promise. Just don't go!" the brown haired man cackled. His attempt at persuading Awaji was thwarted by Kiba's assumption of what Amaya and Rage were doing.

The little boy wriggled his foot to get free. "No! You're all either gross or insane. I won't have it! I'm running far away from this adult cesspool of grossness. >("

"I'll break them up, I'll break them up," Scythe insisted, grabbing Awaji easily and slinging him under his arm, much to the small boy's dismay. He strode to Amaya's room, sparing Kiba and Yuki a glance while doing so. "Be back in a minute. <3"

[Saii-su-kun. Awaji-chan. You're making Ami-chi's and Rage-kun's situation sound so perverted. X'D]

Me

Yuki shook her head slowly. She didn't understand the events of the day. First, Kiba insists thy go out. Second, Kiba insists they have sex. Third, she falcon punches him in the shoulder. Fourth, they look for Amaya's apartment while Kiba keeps talking a about sex. Fifth, they continue talking about sex. Seventh, they meet up with a twenty-year-old and a kid. Eighth, the kid wants to run away because Kiba is STILL talking about sex. And finally, the adult that is named Scythe picks up the little boy and runs down a hall.

Was she missing something?

Two strong arms wrapped around her again an she frowned deeply, a mark of frustrating appearing on her forehead. Kiba nuzzled his nose against her ear and breathed softly, nibbling on the hell of her ear. "Pleeeeeeeeease," he whined.

By this point, he really only was trying to piss her off.

"Kiba. If you don't stop this nonsense, so help me kami, I'm going to shove a living snake up your ass." 

He twitched and let go of her, eyes going a bit wide. "Why a snake? Why not your foot?"

"You'd rather me shove my foot up your ass?" Yuki quipped, glaring at nothin in particular.

"It's better than getting salmonella."

The two nodded awkwardly in agreement.

"Okay. Foot it is then," Yuki sighed, crossing her arms. "Think Amaya's okay?"

"She has to be. She's Amaya, after all. Let's just hope she's all better by our next mission on Friday," Kiba answered, slinging an arm over the albino's shoulder.

"When's that?" 

"Tomorrow."

"Shit!"

[-.-]

Gracie

[Pfft, Kiba. XD]

"Upsy-daisy, bud'," Scythe sang happily as he lifted Rage off of the bed. He slung the unconscious teen's arm around his shoulders with a grin. "He's knocked out cold. I don't think he even knew he'd fallen asleep like that."

Awaji leaned against the doorway and folded his arms over his run-away gear. He pouted childishly. "Senpai, when are those people leaving? They're freakier than Vell-senpai. And Vell-senpai's freaky," he reminded the tall man.

Scythe just smiled down at Awaji. "They're guests, Waji-chan. Don't make them unwelcome; it's rude. <3"

The little boy shrunk into himself, almost ashamed. "Fine.... >.>"

Crossing the hallway, Scythe waved at Yuki and Kiba as he dragged Rage into his' and Awaji's room, the little boy trudging unhappily behind him. "Just another second! ^^"