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Post by YukiTen on Feb 6, 2012 20:43:14 GMT -7
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.
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Post by Gracie-kun on Feb 7, 2012 4:47:48 GMT -7
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;]
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Post by YukiTen on Feb 7, 2012 8:33:26 GMT -7
Amaya stuffed the candies carefully inside her satchel, hoarding every last peach-flavored sweet. Her throat burned and her eyes stung with the heat of tears and she frowned deeply, setting her hands down on the table and leaning on them, finally accepting that she was going to cry. Her purple eyes dripped warm, painful tears, her body shuddering. She coughed and choked on the knot in her throat, trying her hardest to be silent. How could she be so stupid? She wasn't pretty or really even worth the affection some people gave her. She was a shinobi. A killer. An unfeeling badass. Shinobi weren't supposed to have feelings. Shinobi were supposed to be calm and collected, calculating and quick. What was she? Soft. Dependent on others. Utterly alone. Ugly. She thought bitterly, her purple ears twitching and swiveling backwards in her self-doubt and pain. Pain? Again, shinobi don't have feelings. You can't have them if you're a shinobi because of the danger, because someone can take advantage of you and hurt you. Kill you. She was such a fool. Pushing herself off the table, she wiped her eyes (which didn't stop spilling tears) and turned around, her eyes widening immensely. Rage was standing there in front her, sadness evident in his own face. "Rage," she muttered, looking away from him. [She's so socially stupid... ]
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Post by Gracie-kun on Feb 7, 2012 17:32:01 GMT -7
The tears on Amaya's face splashed white-hot pain over Rage's heart that burned ardently. What was wrong with her? She'd gotten so broken up in the span of a few minutes. Had Vell said something? Wouldn't put it past him, but - Amaya didn't seem like the kind of girl to be affected by a stranger's words.
He stood there as she wept without a sound with her face to the wall. He looked at her for a long time. His fingers flexed at his side at the urge that seized him. There was that war again: Instinctual vs. Practical.
Practical's case: Honestly, what could you do to comfort her? You're a giant mute who isn't confident enough to face his own demons - and now you want to juggle a girl's who you met not even a month ago? You're out of your league here, kid.
Instinctual's case: Such pain in her eyes....
Rage hesitantly padded into the room and stood in front of Amaya. More hesitating. Then he knelt down and took one of her tiny hands. As for the rest.... well, he wasn't sure what else he should do.
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Post by YukiTen on Feb 7, 2012 17:43:15 GMT -7
Amaya flinched at the touch of Rage's warm hand on hers, hiccuping in her fit of tears. She had half a mind to tear her hand away from his, but...she couldn't. She couldn't move, her heart racing as she cried. She couldn't stop the tears, couldn't pull away, couldn't resist him. Nothing.
She couldn't do a thing.
She was hurting, confused at what she'd seen before, startled by Rage's touch. She frowned, cheeks red, unable to do anything else.
"W-What..." she whispered, breathing in small gasps.
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Post by Gracie-kun on Feb 7, 2012 18:26:57 GMT -7
Rage felt like there was something physically tearing him down his middle. He wanted to both embrace her and pull away from her. Amaya seemed to have the will to snatch her hand from his', but her body did not.
He hand was tiny and cool, and soft. And trembling. Why was she being like this? He wished he could ask her.
Heart pounding with uncertainty and fear of rejection, Rage pulled her arm and wrapped his own around her in an awkward but soft hug. Hopeful she wouldn't push him away. Afraid of what would happen if she didn't.
[Crap post is craaaaap~ -.-]
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Post by YukiTen on Feb 7, 2012 18:45:46 GMT -7
[Mine was bad too. ><]
Amaya blinked her wide purple eyes, the breath stolen from her lungs as Rage suddenly embraced her. She huffed and let out a soft whimper, instinctively throwing her small arms around him, holding onto him for dear life.
And she just...let herself go.
All the pain and suffering, misunderstandings, hurt, confusion, disgust, self-loathing, bottling, disappointment, fear, unknown feeling... All of it just poured out of her face in tiny moans of sadness, streams of unstoppable tears. She couldn't hold it in anymore. She couldn't stand it. She never thought about it until now.
But now that she did, she only cried harder.
Amaya closed her purple eyes and held on tighter, hiccuping and choking on each tiny tear. "Rage-kun," she whimpered softly. "Rage... R-Rage..."
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Post by Gracie-kun on Feb 10, 2012 10:08:40 GMT -7
Rage flinched back a little when Amaya hugged him tightly, as if her tears would wash her away. She kept repeating his name while he knelt in total shock.
A strange kind of warmth overtook him as he hugged this cold girl. His panic and self-consciousness and unease dimmed like the relief of heat after spending a long time in the cold.
He didn't know what had upset Amaya, or if she had even been upset at all, but Rage knew she'd needed this. She'd needed to cry. He closed his eyes and kept his arms around her securely but gently, in an accepting, empathetic embrace.
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Post by YukiTen on Feb 10, 2012 15:11:27 GMT -7
She whimpered helplessly, sniffling and hiccuping in Rage's arms. She held him tightly, burying her face into his shoulder, and she tugged on a lock of his soft, short dark hair. "I have to go," she mumbled somberly.
To be quite honest, Amaya didn't want to go on that mission today. She didn't want to go track some stupid jackass and hunt him down. She didn't want to do anything in regards to her shinobi life. She wanted to take a break. She wanted to stay with Rage. She wanted the comfort that the tall boy offered.
But she still had duties to her village.
She sighed quietly and gently pulled free of Rage's arms, releasing him and she fished around in her satchel. Pulling up one of his gargantuan hands, she delicately placed a piece of peach candy in his palm.
[Its okay ><]
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Post by Gracie-kun on Feb 10, 2012 16:38:52 GMT -7
He didn't want to let her go. There was no way Amaya - no, any person - could properly function on a mission in such a state. But the hands that softly took his arms from around the girl made Rage relent. Grudgingly, but relenting all the same.
Rage let his arms drop and he sat back on his feet while he knelt, orange eyes on Amaya's bare feet. He didn't realize right away that this meant she was still there until her cold hand took his right one. His eyes blinked in wonder as Amaya placed a round peach candy in the center of his palm. Rage stared at the confection the color of his own eyes without any real reason to stare.
Maybe he was buying time. For some reason, he didn't want to look up and see Amaya's tear-stained face. He dreaded it. The sight would probably choke him up. Someone like Amaya shouldn't ever be made to cry.
What an odd thought.
Rage finally popped the candy into his mouth, relishing in the sweetness that washed over his tongue. He gave her ginger cookies, and peach candies were the return gift. It was a strange ritual, but Rage liked it. It meant that, if nothing else about their strange relationship was special, at least this aspect was. That thought made him happy and a little sad.
He brushed a trailing tear from Amaya's cheek with his thumb without really thinking about it, and then stood up. He bowed to her a little before leaving her room.
[In a way, I see Rage as a peach candy and Amaya as a ginger cookie. Rage is sweet but not overpowering - in fact he has a dulled flavor. He's a treat to be enjoyed quietly and gently. Amaya, however, comes with spice and can knock you off-balance if you're not ready for what you're about to taste. But if you know her, you can appreciate her spiciness. ^w^]
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