A Dash of Chili Powder

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Amaya stared at the offered black coin purse with obvious caution, languidly stepping over Yuki and Kiba and swiping the purse from Scythe. She held the suede little bag in her tiny hands and glared at it, wondering what might be in it. She hang seen Rukia in a long time but the redhead woman was offering her gifts. Indirectly, but still. 

She was confused, a feelin she loathed.

Cautiously, she grabbed hold of the top of the purse and quickly pulled it open. This is when one of those awfully annoying moments in your average anime happens. All the money in the WORLD came flooding out, balled up yen exploding out of the bag and practically burying Amaya in its glory. Literally.

Everything was dark.

And stupid. Everything was so unbearably stupid. She frowned, seeing ONLY the massive amounts of yen above and on top of her. "What. The. Fuck," she snapped quietly to no one in particular.

Today was proving to be a testy day.

Gracie

[The money thing made my day. *laughs self to death*]

...

Scythe fell over and burst into hysterical laughter. Awaji's mouth was wide open while Rage's orange eyes were his biggest features. Vell stared on with exasperation.

"Merry fucking Christmas," he muttered.

"Your cousin's rich!" Awaji squealed, scuttling over to stand by Amaya as she lay underneath the massive pile of yen. He didn't touch it - he just ogled at it. "So when do we meet Rukia-neesan?"

The brown haired man gasped for breath and propped himself up on his elbow, tears forming in his eyes from laughing. "Rukia-san...Oh good Kami, she's so great. X'D"

Rage hurried over from the stove and pulled Amaya from the swamp of money, afraid she'd suffocate. Meanwhile, Vell overtook the skillet and stole a few morsels while everyone was distracted. Awaji saw and bolted at him, trying to snag the pieces of meat from Vell's fingers, but the silver haired teen calmly ate and held them way above Awaji's head.

Me

Amaya proceeded to frown and brush herself off, any stray wads of yen fluttering of of her and rolling back into the pile. She shook her head, her ears perking at the sound of Awaji's tiny whines from in the kitchen. She bent over and picked up a wad of yen and very carefully flicked it at Vell, narrowly hitting his fingers.

So many goddamn problems.

"Dude...that's gotta be like, a million yen right there!" Yuki squealed, impressed at the enormous pile of yen on the floor.

"Oh my god. You're right!" Kiba exclaimed excitedly, sniffing at the money. "It all smells like strawberries. Oh, it's so nummy."

Amaya glared at the two feral lovers for a moment before turning to Rage. "Thank you," she snipped carefully. He helped her out of the pile - not that she really needed it. But thanks was due. Then she turned to Scythe. "Consider rent paid for life." And with that, she fluttered back into the kitchen to retrieve the wad of money she chucked at Vell and to acquire a precious bottle of flavored carbonated water. 

"Awaji, you may have one of my cakes if Vell keeps eating the breakfast Rage-kun so kindly started to make for us," Amaya quipped, putting tons of emphasis on on the Vell part of her comment.

Gracie

Vell frowned as the wad of money passed in front of his face, watching it hit the wall and bounce onto the floor. Then he looked back at Amaya, eyebrow quirked, still chewing.

The purple haired girl looked up at Rage. "Thank you," she murmured. He nodded a little and slunk away, avoiding her eyes. For no reason. And his heart was pounding. FOR NO REASON. Rage frowned at himself for having such strange reactions.

"Consider rent paid for life," Amaya threw at Scythe as she went back to the kitchen.

"I think you're set for the afterlife, too," he replied with more chuckling.

"Awaji, you may have one of my cakes if Vell keeps eating the breakfast Rage-kun so kindly started to make for us," she added while swiping up the wad of yen.

"I'm done here anyway," Vell muttered, wiping his hands together. "Besides, Rage doesn't mind, do ya, Rage." Not a question, and yet it was rhetorical.

Oh, how Rage longed to just flip Vell the bird.

Awaji, meanwhile, slumped to the floor and hugged Amaya's ankles. "Nee-san, you're the nicest person ever, TTATT" he sniffled.

Vell rolled an eye. "She said one, ya little pig; don't be so happy." Then he turned to Yuki and Kiba. "Come on, mongrels. Let's get a move on."

[Vell, the professional asshole. XD]