A Dash of Chili Powder

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Amaya padded out of her room slowly, following the tall boy. She didn't take the time to wipe her face, didn't take the time to calm down, didn't take the time to even think about what just happened. 

She didn't care to.

Stepping over the insane amount of money on the floor - which she would note is STILL there - she frowned slightly. Everyone's eyes were on her, Yuki's especially. All of them were staring at her like she'd done something strange or surprising. She frowned deeper. 

Odd.

No one said anything as she passed them to waddle into the kitchen, as she opened the refrigerator, as she searched for a bottle of her favorite carbonated water, as she pulled it out after finding it, as she closed the fridge, as she twitched her ears and stared back defiantly. No one made so much as a twitch. Well, Rage wasn't exactly staring at her though. He appeared to be doing his own thing - maybe getting ready for something? 

Not even Yuki made her sarcastic string of remarks.

Or Vell.

Or Kiba.

Or Awaji.

Or Scythe.

Amaya shook her head with mild confusion and gingerly walked passed them all again, bottle in tow.

Fuckin' weirdos. >>

Gracie

[In terms of fruit, ya! I was thinking snacks. O_O;;]

Vell's ears pricked as Rage and Amaya finally came out of the girl's room. His expression was still bored as ever, but it got the others' attention enough to look. Scythe and Awaji stared in bewilderment.

Amaya was a mess. Tears streaked down her face, looking moist and sticky as it pooled from bloodshot eyes. She hadn't even tried to cover the fact that she'd been crying.

Confused, Scythe turned to Rage where he was cleaning up after the breakfast that didn't really happen. The black haired teen shot Scythe a stern look; something along the lines of 'Leave Amaya-san alone, or I'll stop making meals. >('

"Naa, you guys have to hurry if you want to make it to Kakashi-san's in time for your mission," Scythe piped up, grinning.

Vell quirked a brow at him before shrugging to himself. "I'd say I'm glad I'm not the only guy right now, but..." He left Kiba to figure that one out and left, Scythe shaking his head wearily.

[http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=if3EfCenTgI EARGASM]

Me

"Na, Amaya-san, stay home. We'll tell Kakashi-tousan tht you're VERY sick," Yuki said, not bothering to hide her extremely obvious confusion. Her eyes were impossibly wide, widening just at the thought her best friend was crying. She swerved and teetered in her confusion, waddling out after Vell.

Kiba only followed. Confused as well.

Amaya blinked and watched them all leave, letting herself breathe a sigh of relief. She leaned up against the wall and closed her teary purple eyes, sliding down slowly to the floor. 

So, she got an actual day off?

Good. Very good.

But now that she doesn't have anything to do, what can she do? There's cleaning, cooking, eating, bathing~ Oh, a bath sounds nice. She probably smells weird anyway. But after that, what's there to do? Clean, watch tv, nap, eat, cook. Hm. She could talk to Rage, maybe? She figured she needed to talk to him anyways.

About what happened in her room.

[Shit reply. >>]

Gracie

"I need to stretch my legs," Scythe announced with a heavy sigh. He tousled Awaji's backwards-spiking brown hair. "Don't cause trouble." Then he ruffled the short, soft black hair on Rage's head, making the mute teen flinch. "Look after the house, ne? ^^"

Rage watched the brown haired man walk out of the apartment after Vell, Yuki, and Kiba.

Awaji, meanwhile, crossed his arms. "Oh, no. No. He is NOT leaving me here again," he decided with a squeak. And yet even in his stubbornness Awaji remembered to give Rage a quick hug goodbye. "I'll stay with Scythe-senpai, so don't worry," he called as he scurried to follow his eldest caretaker.

The door slammed shut. And Rage was painfully aware of the girl in the room with him. The girl who'd been bawling her eyes out earlier. Rage avoided Amaya nervously by grabbing a broom to sweep up Awaji's cake crumbs.

He was burning with curiosity. No, that wasn't the right word. Concern? Yes, that was better. Amaya had started crying without any given provocations, and it was eating at Rage. Because what if he'd made her cry?

Ridiculous. He'd done nothing to her before she started crying. But he had a bad feeling.... What if he really had made her upset? Rage supposed the best course of action was to avoid contact with her, so he wouldn't accidentally make her cry again. At least, for now.