Warning: Crack, yuri.

Seo Young In never really had to worry about something like this happening to her. Ever since she was a child, her grandfather had ordered bodyguards to take care of her; to make sure that no one touched a single hair on her beautiful head.

When she turned 11, she decided she was sick of it. She wanted to be able to take care of herself! She hated relying on others, more than anything, so she signed herself up for fencing class. It was a slow process, filled with anything, and everything, ranging from a light bruise, to a booming concussion.

God, she loved the feeling of a sword in her hands.

But she didn't have it then, it was in their hands now, and they certainly wouldn't be giving it back anytime soon. Not that she would actually take it back, anyways, after their disgusting fingers slid all over it.

"Don't worry," One of them—the one she had hit earlier—giggled, taking a step forward to grip her cheek gently in the palm of his hand. "We'll give this back later; once we're done," He smirked. "Okay?" She snarled at him, ripping her face away from him and taking a step back.

"Don't touch me, scum!" She stalked away from him and his raggedy group of thugs—hah! Couldn't he do anything by himself?—attempting to get away. One of them—they all looked the same to her—shoved her back. "No no no," He laughed, brushing his fingertips over her temple. She felt bile building up inside of her.

"G-get away from me!" Cursing herself for stuttering, she began to back away. Her back hit the wall; grim soaking into her clothes—fuck! She had just gotten that top from Paris—like a sponge soaking up water.

"Don't touch me, you low class miscreants!" Her voice sounded shrill, as their paws raked over her; tugging and pulling at the now-dirty clothing. She felt tears peaking up from her eyelids. "St-stop!"

Before she could stop herself, she found herself screaming a name.

Her name.

"P-Pighead!" She cried desperately. "Monkey!" The boys—more like monsters—stared at her as if she were crazy. She probably was, shouting for that girl.

"Ha…" She sucked in a breath. "Ha J-Ji!" Her voice broke the last syllable; her nails dug into her hands painfully.

"What is it?" She had never heard a voice so beautiful in her life.

Suddenly, their—the monsters'—bodies were thrown off of her, causing her to slowly slide down to the ground. She closed her eyes tightly, hiding her orbs from the world.

"Park Kyeong Sic!" Her voice sighed calmly. "I expected better from you." His lips parted, attempting to mutter an excuse. She held up her finger. "No!" She snarled. "Don't give me any damn excuses; I know how you are! But…" She shook her head, wild red locks flying around her head like a demonic halo. "I'm still disappointed in you." He visibly deflated.

Glancing over in her direction, she began to make her way over. "Oi—you okay?" She grumbled, offering her hand to the girl. "… Of—of course," She snipped, shrugging off her hand, and standing up on her own.

"Unlike you, I wasn't born with bear-like strength, but I—I was fine." She licked her lips, wetting them once again. Tilting her head to the side, she sighed. "… You can't depend on that weapon all the time, you know? You need to train your fists, as well." She grinned, taking a large step forward. "Here, let me show you."

Before she could stop her, her fingers were covering her fists, bending her fingers in the proper way. "You see? First, start with your pinky and slowly go from there—then press your thumb down." She smirked, glancing up at the black-haired girl.

Suddenly her mouth felt dry. "Has… has anyone ever told you that your eyes look like chocolate?" Her eyes grazed downward, not noticing the flush on the other girl's cheeks. "And your lips… they kind of look like cherries,"

Cherry lip balm.

Before she could stop herself, she leaned forward and captured her lips in a sweet, chaste kiss.

"… Do they taste like cherries, too, Ha Ji?"

x.

A/N: Couldn't stop myself. As soon as I read this scene again, this popped in my head. 8D This site really lacks Hot Blooded Woman fics. q-q They don't even have a section for it~