A Dash of Chili Powder

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They were in their own little world. Yuki was as oblivious as possible and Kiba was taking advantage of it by bugging her with his... in-heat-ness. 

"Sex. Sex. Sex. Sex. Sex. Sex. Sex, pleeeeeeeeease," the coffee-skinned boy sang, sling an arm around Yuki's waist. He REALLY enjoyed bothering her with this subject and he REALLY wanted to take his claws down her back and pull her hair (gently, mind you) and bite her all over until he screamed his name with a gasp-like moan and-- 

She smacked him. Hard. "I said to stop it!" she hissed, dragging her own claws against the new red mark on his face to sharpen the pain and shock of her blow. Yuki glared up at him with her bright bi-colored eyes full of demand and irritation. 

"Sorry..." Kiba muttered hopelessly, pulling away for the millionth time in the last five minutes. He REALLY pissed her off.

"Hmph." Yuki frowned deeply, her brows furrowed. She looked completely feral now. And not just because she was angry.

Oh no. He could smell it and this simple fact made him smile like the animal he was.

[Theyre such teenagers. And tou'll have to guess what he smells. XD and I've been watching Code Geass... It's epic!]

Gracie

Awaji got goosebumps all over as Kiba repeated the 's' word repeatedly. He was frozen with disgust for half a second before he threw himself past Scythe - who blinked in confusion - and flung himself into his bed. "YOU PEOPLE ARE SO GROSS! >A<" he howled into his pillow.

Scythe set Rage on his back on the single-sized bed meant for the black haired teenager, chuckling at Awaji's utter abhorrence. "They're the same age as you, Waji-Waji. Some kids just get their hormones faster. ^^"

"I don't know what a hormone is but it sounds painful and revolting and I want NO part of it," the twelve-year-old squeaked. Scythe laughed at his expense.

"Become a monk, then." The brown haired man threw the dark green covers over Rage and arranged him more comfortably with a fond smile. "Get better soon, bud'."

"Can they leave now?" Awaji moaned from his sky-blue comforter.

"They can leave whenever they choose to do so," Scythe scolded in a way that didn't sound like scolding. He tousled Rage's very-short black hair before returning from the hallway.

Kiba's face was marred with a red hand mark, but a grin had made its way across his toothy mouth. Yuki was glaring at nothing with a blush. Scythe couldn't help but beam - she reminded him so much of Vell.

"Naa, Yuki-san, you can try and visit Amaya-san if you want, now."

"And leave right afterwards!" Awaji added, peeking out of his' and Rage's bedroom. "We don't want your hormones all over the place. -^-"