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[There's a rushing in Kido's ears at that. She sees white she's so angry. Her heart feels like it's going to pound out of her chest and all she can think of is the night Tiger wound up in her room, scared. All she can think is that he's thirteen, he's a child. All she can think is that he's her family and he would have died and the man in front of her would have laughed and she would have lost one of the only people in the world that really mattered.

She tosses the bass away, her knuckles white now. Granted, by tosses it away, I do mean "throws it at him." And it's not the only thing getting thrown at him. Because she's got some surprising strength for a stringy sixteen year old and she's wordlessly launching herself toward him and she doesn't care if she get hurt, she only thinks that this fucker can't be allowed to keep going on.]