A/N: Wow. This is quite possibly the oddest, most random thing
I've written. Blame the impulses.  Stupid impulses.  I kinda
like it (for now…I'll wind up hating it later). In a messed up
way.  I really wanna hear some feedback. Really.  Le gasp. It's
here! Symbolism!  (Review or PM me with any questions, but what
you think something means, to you, is what it means. There's
more than one way to go about it, you know?)   Disclaimer: Ha.
Alternate Universe Oneshot. Woot. Totally warped SASUSAKU.   My
Fair Lady   Her joints seem to creak in protest as she lifts her
arms, and lifts her legs, and giggles (madly) like the child she
once was and will never outwardly be again.  But internally, it
is different. Internally, she can be whatever she wishes to be,
because her internal self is her secretive self, and she can't
help it if her internal, secretive self likes to come out to
play sometimes.  Limbs land back on the bed, shoulders slumped
as the legs cross.  A slight pause.  "Where is Thumbkin, where
is Thumbkin…