A Dash of Chili Powder

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Amaya slid to skidding halt in the doorway, nearly tripping on her small, purple-painted toes. She let out a minuscule huff and looked around in a frenzied manners watching for Rage and hoping that not a single hair on him would be touched. She froze, staring at the little interaction between the blond from a few seconds ago and her peachy-eyed friend. She slumped and let out another cold, hurt breath, slumping in place.

Her heart ceased to beat and she languidly reached for the door handle, head down. She bit her thin lip, gripping at her chest. It hurt...

Why?

Yuki blinked at her purple-haired friend, watching her active body tense up and stop moving completely. "Ne, Vell-jisan," he whispered, tugging on her uncle's sleeve, "What do you think Ami-san stopped for? He's not moving. She's not even breathing."

[Shes so jealous. Poor Amaya.]

Gracie

[QAQ *smacks Kugomi upside the head* Look what you did! D< Lol]

Vell's ear twitched but he also looked on with curiosity. "Maybe the weight of gravity finally caved in on the shrimp."

Rage frown at Kugomi and swatted her finger away with a huff, not in the mood to be teased. She squinted at him. "Whatever," she shrugged.

Scythe glanced at the doorway of the apartment by chance. He blinked his brown eyes in surprise. "Amaya-san?"

Rage's breath caught in his throat. He spun around and stared at Amaya, orange eyes round with alarm. And hope. She was back? Really? But...why? His heart hammered against his ribcage and he swallowed dry saliva.

While Scythe was acutely aware of Rage's sudden emotions, Kugomi only tilted her head at Amaya. "Vell-kun, Yun-chan? What're you doin' back?"

Me

The tiny purple-haired girl's grip tightened around the doorknob, dents forming in the shape of her small fingers. She huffed, breathing a hard and shaky breath, lifting her head. She looked around the room like nothing had happened and stepped inside. Make something up... "I left something here," she muttered helplessly.

"Vell-jisan, that wasn't funny." Yuki glared at the back of her uncle's head, smacking him square in the back. "Look at her... She's miserable!"

Kiba leaned against the doorframe, watching everything happen with mild blankness. 

The small girl walked past everyone and headed toward her room, stepping pathetically. She would grab something from her secret stash... Yeah, that's it. She frowned slightly, eyes downcast. But what would she grab? Peach candy. Her peach candies. She padded into her dim room, flashing over to her black bag of candies and sweets. Reaching a shaky and emotionally weakened hand out.

Gracie

Vell flattened his ears at the light blow to his shoulder blades and he sighed. "Wakatta yo. I'll shut up."

Rage was also struck lightly; only it was Scythe's non-violent hand, and it was accompanied with a look of encouragement. 'Go on' his brown eyes seemed to say as they glanced in Amaya's room's direction.

Wincing, the black haired teen hesitated before padding into Amaya's room, his footsteps soft for someone so big. He watched her take a few of her candies from her stash. His heart throbbed painfully and his hand grabbed his own shirt, as if he could physically grab his heart and soothe that pain. But he couldn't. What a troublesome kind of agony.

And it wasn't like he could ask her what was wrong. For once in his life, Rage truly hated being mute. Because it hurt this small girl that he'd come to have feelings form.

[;A;]