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[kazumaking]

Who: Kazuma, Nadeko [partners? Dou and Wata later?]
What: News travels fast, gossip travels even faster.
When: January 17th, 2010. Afternoon
Where: Neon City; Neon Junior High

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[snakeconstrict]

"Just what is it you see in that kid, anyway?"

Nadeko's eyes narrowed at the boy who spoke to her just as she was packing up to get out of class. He tried talking to her often, and it was always the same thing; harassing her about her relationship with Kazuma. Nadeko zipped up her backpack and put it on.

"Everything," she responded quietly, beginning to walk out the door of the classroom. He followed her. He'd never actually followed her before. He just harassed her.

"You're a pretty girl. You could do so much better."

"I don't want to be with anybody else," she said, trying to keep her responses simple. The boy frowned. He wasn't getting anywhere, as usual. He grabbed her arm and forced her to stop and look at him.

"He couldn't even hold his own against that Meramon, I hear. Your Daddy had to protect him. Wouldn't you want someone who could protect you better? I could've beat ten of those things."

Nadeko's fist clenched, but he only held onto her arm tighter, causing her ti wince a little.

"I-I've already said I don't

[kazumaking]

"What the hell do you think you're doing?"

It didn't take long for Kazuma to figure out just what was going on. Nadeko had mentioned a fellow student was bothering her from time to time, but neither of them had thought it would ever go this far.

Luckily for the kid, he was only pissed that he was manhandling Nadeko. Kazuma hadn't heard the comment about the Meramon.

[snakeconstrict]

The boy looked up at the sound of Kazuma's voice and smirked.

"Informing her that she could have much better than what she's got," he sneered. He hadn't let go of Nadeko's wrist; in fact, he only held on tighter as Kazuma approached, causing a tiny, pained sound to emit from Nadeko.

"What're you gonna do about it?"

[kazumaking]

Kazuma looked at Nadeko, then at the boy, his expression surprisingly neutral for how pissed off he was. He walked right up to him, looking up as the other student was much taller than he was, and promptly demanded, "Let her go. You're hurting her."