A/N: Some drabbles for the inuyasha_fanfic community at Livejournal, some drabbles that have been sitting in my LJ.

It Girl, Rag Doll


She'd be a pretty murderess for a pretty corpse. She would run her hands through his hair and down his back - soft caress, gentle kiss, love like lies - before he'd crumple at her feet and she'd be limned in blood and gloom, a pretty, shining puzzle piece squeezed in her pretty, crimson fist.

Heart clenching in the dark, Sango tires of these secret shameful thoughts, but he slumbers still and she tires even more of waiting for him to awaken.

Even should he live, there are some places you can't come back from.

Sango knows she's in one of them.