A/N: A collection of 200 word drabbles written for Sango and Sesshoumaru, according to set Omnicron, or Weather, on the lj community 30kisses. Enjoy! :3


Melting


He was, supposedly, ice. Cold, unfeeling, perfect. He killed, he hunted, he kept himself alone and high above his peers in his quest for power—for honor.

To anyone else, the façade was flawless. But not to a taijiya, who made a living off of knowing the minds of demons.

She was the only one who wondered at the little girl by his side. She tortured herself at night, thinking about it—why? It defies all logic. Youkai like him don't act this way…

Hearts of ice don't watch sweet little girls dance in the sunlight.

He had changed. Or maybe he'd always been this way, a hidden core inside the layers of ice he tried to keep up on the outside. But how? One didn't just suddenly become something they were not.

One dewy morning, his face fresh on her mind (from a recent encounter, of course) as she packed up her belongings to the quiet (and sometimes not so quiet) background noises of her friends' chatter, her eyes were drawn to a single puddle by the side of the road.

It hit her suddenly, without warning. He was like ice—

That's it, she thought suddenly—surprised. He's… melting.