Author's Notes: Yay reviews! ::Passes out candy.::
- Rogue Worrior Spirit – Yep, Marie is Rogue. Well, not yet.
- Sly – My purpose is to torture.
Disclaimer: ::Flips through papers. Looks through books.:: Where did that disclaimer go? Don't worry, I'll find it… ::Pulls it out of old shoe. :: Ah ha. "These characters aren't mine, this is not for profit, please don't sue me."
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Students moved out of the way or looked over curiously as the first person to present themselves appeared out of the edge of the crowd. Remy looked at the Principal of Miton High School with apprehension for a brief moment. That's not him. No, the anger wasn't from Mr. Achosi; it was the man beside him. He was a big fellow, taller than Remy. His features reminded him of a rat, with mussed blonde hair, not particularly well built but with the weight to get away with it. Small town dress in jeans and not quite clean off-white shirt.
And anger incarnate. Anger that radiated with Marie at its focus, though he didn't know why. As they approached, the man switched his attention to Remy, and found annoyance and suspicion. He didn't move, and the dark glasses were impassive- though the red eyes blazed intimidation behind them, unseen. The man stayed a step behind the principal… apparently calm. Even benevolent. Remy almost doubted his own senses- but there was no denying that feeling…
Movement behind him, and he looked sharply to his left, startled as Marie came around him, looking at the man with surprise but not alarm- and worse, recognition.
"Marie," said Mr. Achosi, glancing at Remy almost nervously, "Your, ah, father has come to get you…" He trailed off and glanced up at the ratty man.
Marie was already moving toward the two, shouldering her bag and just brushing past Remy. She was worried about something… not herself- he couldn't let her go with him. Stretching a hand out with surprising speed and pulling her arm back gently, "Marie-"
She turned and look back at him, green eyes giving him a look the equivalent to a sharp shake of her head. "Ahwl see you latah, sugah." Stay here, said the eyes. And she kept going, his grip coming loose and his hand falling to the side.
The suspicion flared and some of the anger partitioned itself to him. From under a few wayward red strands, the dark glasses presented themselves coolly to the man. Remy forced himself to stay still, quivering with the need to grab Marie and take her far, far away, where it was safe.
The man didn't touch Marie as she came up beside him, hands nonchalantly in his pockets. She looked up as they began to walk away, leaving him behind. "Is it mama?" The bell rang and students sank into a routine ant-like chaos around them all, cutting her off from his sight until they turned the corner.
He stood there staring after, with confused thoughts, until the easing nervousness of Mr. Achosi, the anger and suspicion of … of Marie's father passed out of his senses.
But the taste of Marie's controlled fear remained behind.