A Dash of Chili Powder

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Yuki blinked and turned around. "She wasn't awake when I went in there..." she mumbled quietly, staring off down the hallway. She sighe softly.

"She's in good hands, Yu-Yu." Kiba gently rubbed her shoulder. "Maybe we should go. These three seem to be taking good care of her."

"Yeah..."

"Besides, I want that sex still," he chuckled in her ear, nuzzling her cheek. He only smiled when she blushes and resisted the urge to smack him again.

"You're so dirty, it's embarrassing."

"Tis the point, Yuu-chan. Tis the point."

Amaya's ears twitched, the sound of footsteps entering her room and stopping beside her. She lifted her head peered into the peachy eyes of Rage, frowning at his dizzy state. "C'mon, Rage-kun, get in bed," she said softly, careful not to be too loud. 

He could possibly have a headache. Being loud would make it worse. 

She lifted a weak hand and took a hold of his shirt, tugging just as weakly as she had lifted. "Onegaidakara, Rage-kun...(come on)" she continued soothingly.

"Kazuki-kun, I brought you a new set of bandages for your eye," Ruki beamed, chirping above the pitter-patter of the shower water.

He didn't cre if she brought him Ameterasu. He didn't care if she brought him Buddha. He didn't care if she brought him Jesus or god. If she didn't get out of his bathroom, he was going to freak out. He was naked and vulnerable and he felt completely and utterly stupid.

Very stupid.

He frowned, eyes still impossibly wide. "Please...get out," he quipped inaudibly, hoping she could hear him.

"Kazuki?"

He felt her shadow approaching and he dropped to the shower floor, praying she wouldn't be able to see any part of him. Especially his unmentionables. Oh good lord. What would he do if she did?

Cry.

Gracie

[The last word in your post made me choke on my soda. I'm sorry, Kazu-kun, but...God his mentality is hilarious! XDDDD]

"Well you certainly can't do it here," Awaji said with his face twisted in disgust. "Do your revolting adult warzone thingy somewhere else."

"Hormone," Scythe corrected absently - his disbelieving focus was still on Amaya's door.

"Whatever!" The brown haired boy moved his hands in little 'shoo' motions. "Go on, before you stink the air with it. =A="

Suddenly, Rage's half-asleep brain split into opposing sides. One half was his wakeful self, and it was absolutely mortified that obeying Amaya's coos was even being considered. That half of him vehemently rejected, trying to take control of Rage's body to steer him away from the warm, tempting trap.

The other half, however, was heavy with sleep and therefore much stronger than the latter. This part of his brain had lost all propriety and manners and reasoned through slurred, tired words that since Amaya was suggesting that he lie with her, that it was alright. 

Awake Rage threw his knowledge of indecency like a hailstorm of embarrassment and discomfort but Sleepy Rage was only concerned with how soft those black sheets looked right now. And Amaya's little hand was pulling, pulling. Her voice was calling, calling.

"Onegaidakara, Rage-kun...."

Awake Rage was slapped away and Sleepy Rage took total control; the black haired teen slumped next to Amaya and rested his head on the pillow they now shared. There was room for the both of them to lie comfortably, which was shocking.

Rage fell to unconsciousness seconds after his head hit the pillow.

[He's tuckered out, poor guy. D:]