Kazuki had gotten distracted by the growing number of students and teachers filling the large hall. Having been separated temporarily from Mei, he'd finally gotten himself free from a droning Professor whatshisname from English and begun to edge from across the food table towards where he'd last left her. Having arrived at the pastries, which were delicious, he looked around trying to locate her. No one that looked her height or dress color was in sight. Perplexed, he waited there, glancing around with a frown and cowering glare at passerbyers as he awkwardly wondered if he should go in search of her
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Kazuki had been given a wide pathway as he veered out of the side doors of the hall, outside where the smirky faced Lezard had directed him. He almost didn't see them, Mei half sitting on the ground, hand on her face, but he'd heard the familiar words of Japanese from the older man standing over her. The few seconds that he overheard was enough to touch a sore spot in his chest, an old bitterness at his grandmother's abandonment by his grandfather, however unwilling it had been. The idea that the man would dare strike her, strike any child, made his blood boil. It was one thing to hit someone the same size as you, someone able to defend themselves or fight back. It was another to treat someone half your size as chattel.
Even as he strode with a cold half smile, his light brown eyes darkened by the anger he felt, he saw the man raise his hand again. He wasted no time at all and let the glass in his hand fly true.
"Oh, I'm sorry. I hope that wasn't dry-clean only." He almost snarled in Japanese as he reached the man.
Mei just stared at the glass, then at the stain left on her father's suit, and then at Kazuki standing there. What... was he doing there? And more importantly why had he just-
Her father remained surprisingly stoic even with the surprise of a glass flying out of nowhere at him, and when he noticed Kazuki's presence - and his sarcastic remark - he released his daughter's arm, and cast a cold glare at the younger man. He looked asian, but not quite asian enough, and with light-colored eyes - probably another half-blood. "And you are?"
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Even as he strode with a cold half smile, his light brown eyes darkened by the anger he felt, he saw the man raise his hand again. He wasted no time at all and let the glass in his hand fly true.
"Oh, I'm sorry. I hope that wasn't dry-clean only." He almost snarled in Japanese as he reached the man.
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Her father remained surprisingly stoic even with the surprise of a glass flying out of nowhere at him, and when he noticed Kazuki's presence - and his sarcastic remark - he released his daughter's arm, and cast a cold glare at the younger man. He looked asian, but not quite asian enough, and with light-colored eyes - probably another half-blood. "And you are?"
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