Disclaimer: Apart from merchandise with his logo, I do not own Inu-Yasha.

Author's Note: After finding myself hooked on them, I've decided to start my own little ficlet corner (600 words or less in each installment) for my baby ideas that I don't have time to nurse into full blown plot lines. (; They will have no rhyme or reason or order- some may be AU, others not. I just felt like this would be fun to try. (:

Please enjoy!

"HANDPRINT"

She could not believe she just did that. . . She was half-proud, yes, and very, very entertained, but-

"Wow, Sango-chan! Great costume!"

The magenta-eyed girl gave a start, pausing at the punch bowl as her best friend cheerfully approached. "Huh? Oh- thanks, Kagome-chan!"

"You're welcome. . . though," the ebony haired girl added in afterthought, helping herself to a glass when she finally managed to push through the crowd, "I don't know if you made the right choice with Miroku's attire. . ." She arched an eyebrow, jabbing her thumb at the toned boy who stood on the other side of the room, chatting animatedly with a few of his teammates. He was currently dressed as a very cliché angel, pipecleaner halo and all. "Doesn't really fit him, ya know?"

Sango laughed along with her, their voices barely audible over the pounding music that filled the bright, balloon-encrusted room.

"I guess not," the chestnut locked teen giggled after a few moments of collecting herself, straightening her fire-engine red devil outfit. At least, straightening it as best she could- there wasn't much there to fix. Stuffed into a tiny, sequence covered corset with matching short shorts and black thigh-high stilettos, Sango felt a little embarrassed and bare- but at least she had a snap-on tail and headband horns to fiddle with when she was nervous. "But we match, right? Which is the whole point of the evening!"

"That's right," Kagome nodded, still looking amused. Sango took a moment to study her friend: she had decided to attend the party as a playboy bunny, much to Inu-Yasha's (and every other male's) "secret" delight. "But I think your boyfriend would be a better demon. . . I mean, you're not all that impish, are you? At least, when you're not beating up Miroku, anyway."

". . ." Sango smirked slightly, flicking her hair over her shoulder. "Not all that impish, hm? You'd be surprised. . ."

Kag blinked, taken aback. "Wha. . . ?"

But before she could finish forming the question, her friend had already flounced away, wiping her hand off on a napkin.

'What the-?' the younger of the two mused, bewildered. 'What was that all about?'

Five minutes later the sound of laughter answered her unasked inquisition- and alerted her to Miroku. More specifically, Miroku's rear- which had had a bright red handprint smacked lovingly upon it by someone with painted hands.

So much for not being impish.

(Note: This was inspired by my parents who, while dating, actually did do this. . .only my mom was the angel and my dad was the devil. I just liked the idea of Sango doing the groping for once. (;)