"Hey, little lady~. Watcha doing out here?"
"What a pretty face, too! Say, did you come alone?"
When Doma had left her at an inn to go fetch some food, she hadn't expected anyone to come and talk to her. The woman in charge of the small restaurant was currently busy answering to some other customers, so she hadn't noticed the two men who had approached the girl, and Sakura was growing a tad uncomfortable with the emotions she could feel swirling around in their hearts. It was greatly enhanced by the alcohol, but there was a distinct desire and lust mingling, which she didn't really know how to handle.
"I'm with someone," she answered simply, hoping they'd leave it at that.
"Really? I don' t see no one 'round," replied the one with the greenish aura.
"You wouldn't be trying to get rid of us, would ya, little lady?"
"And what if I was?" she huffed, growing a little annoyed.
The overly frank answer visibly surprised them, and they stayed shell-shocked for a few seconds, before their own anger rose to the bait.
"Ain't no way to talk to us, you know?"
"Yeah, we just wanted to chat." One of them grabbed her shoulder, making her flinch. "Don't go being a smartass, sweet cheeks. You're new 'round these parts, so you might not know exactly who you're dealing with, but—"
"Is there a problem here?"
They instantly stiffened, obviously sensing the danger. Sakura relaxed lightly as none other than Doma appeared by her side, tightly holding the man's wrist. Then, without a second thought, he snapped his wrist in two, earning a howl of pain. The man collapsed as his companion stumbled backward and hit the nearby table, the ruckus obviously drawing the attention of the other costumers present in the inn.
Doma offered them a cold, pleasant, fake smile.
"Don't touch her again."
"Y- yes sir…!"
On which the two of them ran outside without another look behind. Once they were gone, though, a light chuckle escaped Sakura, and Doma spared her a glance.
"What's so funny, Little Blossom?"
"Nothing much. I simply never imagined you as the jealous type," she grinned.
"The what now?"
"Or maybe possessive would be a better way to describe it…?"
Understanding dawned on him, and he took the seat next to her, pouting lightly. "What's wrong with that? They shouldn't lay their hands on what doesn't belong to them."
"Whatever you say, Doma," she replied, clearly amused. She patted his head in comfort. "I belong to you and no one else, so no need to fret."
That did cheer him up a bit, which only amused her all the more.