Disclaimer: The Inuyasha franchise is the property of Rumiko Takahashi, not me.
A/N: This is a plot bunny that just popped up randomly one day, kind of like the holes that pop up in my shirts. In any case, this will be done using a drabble format (well, drabble-ish), and since I'm so lazy and usually suffering from "writer's block" (mine's normally out of sloth… does it still count?) I've decided to use prompts. Can you guess which one I've used for this drabble? Props if you do, and I'll be sure to post what the prompt was in the next installment.
Sinner Angel
"Capital punishment…" Kagome said to herself, taking notes on the reading for her government class.
Two empty bottles of soda lay discarded near the trash bin, proof of her horrible aim. The bin was ten feet away, and the bottle still missed its mark.
Kagome reached for another potato chip and munched on it thoughtfully.
"I wonder what kind of things you'd have to do to deserve to die…"
-!-
"Last meal requests?" a police officer, fit except for the growing beer belly poking over his belt a little, grunted at him.
Inuyasha spared the man a once-over, noting the scuffed toe of his left shoe, the slight sweat stains near his armpits and collar, and the unevenness of his haircut. He had recently relieved himself, and neglected to zip his fly back up. Water droplets dotted the back of his hand, and a tiny soap bubble tottered on the edge of his wrist.
"Ramen, with extra pork, no egg, added shrimp and vegetable tempura, plus fried fish and takoyaki on the side." He thought his request over for a split second before adding, "Oh yeah, and don't forget to give me green tea. And it had better not be the instant kind."
The officer grunted in response and turned away to give the order to the desk worker who handled these sorts of foodservice matters.
So this is it… Inuyasha thought ruefully. He was going to die by hanging. Of course, it didn't help that he hadn't committed a single crime. Well, maybe peeing on a building or two. And maybe stealing a couple of packs of gum every now and then from the 7/11. But he was drunk when he peed on the buildings, and they needed a good cleaning anyways. And he had really been craving gum when he stole the packs. Afterwards he'd "forget" change at the counter to make up for it, so that didn't really even count. He might have skipped the tab in his local bar, but he was friends with the owner, so that didn't count, either. And by that time he'd been put away, so there was nothing he could do about it.
He ground his teeth. Life just wasn't fair.