A Dash of Chili Powder

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[Im dying of laughter here.]

"Screw my foot. You're getting a snake," Yuki snipped, her blush only deepening.

Kiba grinned even more. Her embarrassment - which was permeating the air and wafting into his nostrils - was the most gratifying scent he had EVER been able to smell from her. It was ten time more amazing than the sweat-lavender-dog smell he usually sniffed. His stupid grin widened.

"Aw, do I REALLY gotta get salmonella just because my little Yuu-chan is embarrassed?" the Inuzuka chimed slyly, his clawed fingers silently working their way up towards his albino girlfriend's neck, the temptation of embarrassing her further with her little turn-on increasing.

She blushed darker, her face scrunching up. "I'm not embarrassed, you oaf!" She held her arms close to her chest with her anger and embarrassment, the scent thickening in the air.

And then, without warning, he dragged his claws down the soft spot in her neck and he smiled cruelly at her embarrassed scream. 

"IM GOING TO KILL YOU!" Two small, clawed hands fastened themselves around Kiba's neck and he frowned. She wasnt even trying. Blank-faced, he pushed one finger into the middle of her chest and pushed. Her hands dropped from his neck and she glared at him with such a fury...

Being a pervert, he only found it more attractive.

"Naa, Yuki-san, you can try and visit Amaya-san if you want, now," Scythe chuckled off in the distance somewhere in the apartment - he was really only a few feet away -.-.

"Where's her room?" Yuki quipped, shoving her mate away and walking up to Scythe.

[Ah, I was talking about her embarrassment xD And LeLouche is just epic!]

Gracie

Scythe stepped out of the way and gestured politely to Amaya's room, still smiling. Awaji, on the other hand, poked his head out further to glare at Kiba.

"Okay, send HIM out! He's the one causing all of this," Awaji accused.

"Causing what, Waji?" Scythe asked innocently.

Awaji waved his arms. "The warzones!"

...

"Do you mean hormones?"

"Whatever they are, they're gross. And he's the one making them. Lady can stay - Mr. Guy's gotta go! >("

Even with his brave words, Awaji was still three-quarters of the way in his room; on top of that, he was making sure that he was behind his giant caretaker. Scythe shook his head with fondness. "Don't mind him. He's been around nothing but men since he was born. He doesn't understand the hormonal formalities. ^_^"

Me

Yuki grumbled and hobbled off in the direction Scythe indicated Amaya's room was.

"Ah, Yuki-chan. Adorable, ain't she?" Kiba chuckled warmly, stuffing his hands in his pockets. "Sorry 'bout all that. It's just fun ta mess with her." He turned to face Scythe, his cocky grin still on his face.

Vaguely, he wondered if the older man knew what it was like to have such a firy mate and be able to embarrass her any moment he possibly could. It was just too much fun. It should be made a sport. He wanted to know if Scythe had this opportunity because then he'd have someone to talk to about the made-up sport of embarrassing women.

"Ne, Mister, you ever been able to get that? Y'know, being able to embarrass a mate? It's the most amazing thing ever." He smiled. "Cuz she gets so mad and it's so cute."

He really did love her.

[D'awwwww. :3]

Gracie

Scythe blinked while Awaji groaned. "See? It's his doing!" he quipped.

"Mate?" Scythe grinned widely. "I don't think it was quite at that level, but...yeah. I had a girl like that once. I was about your age, too. She'd go as red as her hair if I teased her just a little bit," he chuckled warmly.

Now that he thought about it, Naora had been quite the easily-embarrassed type. Scythe would barely whisper to her and she'd shy away from him. Although, she'd never gotten mad, even playfully. But her gray eyes would get so round with a mixture of shock and discomfiture and (Scythe had always insisted that this was a trick of his hormone-fueled mind) a tiny bit of hope. Her gentle image flooded his memory and he was suddenly lost in Naora, smiling faintly.

Awaji abruptly stormed past. "Fine. Whatever. You're lucky I can't ever lose my appetite," he said grouchily as he strode into the kitchen to rummage some food.

The boy had unknowingly saved Scythe from the onslaught of terrible memories that would have ensued if he'd daydreamed a moment longer. He'd have seen bruises on Naora's skinny arms as big as his own. He'd have seen the rugged-looking jonin that had caused both his' and her scars. He'd have remembered the pain of the last beating, and the last time he'd ever seen Naora....

Scythe smiled down at Kiba with no trace of solemnity. "You really do scare the living daylights out of Awaji-kun," he laughed. Awaji responded by sticking his tongue out at his caretaker. Disgusting adults.

[Oh, Scythe. So troubled, yet the happy-go-luckiest person in his circle of friends. ._.]