Inuyasha, "Her Old Life" Miroku/Sango
Fandom: Inuyasha
Title: Her Old Life
Author: Paynesgrey
Rating: PG
Pairing: Sango/Miroku
Spoilers: Post-series.
Genre: Introspective/Romance
Notes: Written for the "Miss" theme at mirsan_fics.
Word Count: 300
Summary: Sango reminisces about her life as a taijiya.
Sango remembered the time when she was fifteen years old. Her body was awkward and beginning to change into the solid shape of a warrior woman. She stood by her father’s side with her back straight and her head held proudly as they surveyed the village under attack. The frightened people looked at them strangely yet hopefully, and the son of the village ruler stared at her in horror, for his perception of delicate women was instantly shattered when he laid eyes on her.
Her family saved that village, and with her killing blow to the demon, she protected that boy who first judged and feared her. It didn’t matter; she enjoyed saving lives, and she loved what she was born to do.
Years later, she noticed the changes in her life. Her husband accepted her as a slayer and a woman, loving her more every day. Her children took after them both, and as they grew, Miroku and Sango passed along their legacies.
“Do you miss it?” Miroku asked, and she smiled warmly in thought. Some days she missed the thrill, the adrenaline, and the moment when her bone weapon cut into flesh. She missed saving people and challenging their prejudices about who she was.
But in the end, her family was avenged, and she didn’t need to save anyone anymore. Ultimately, she saved the one person who meant everything to her, the one person who gave her a chance for a new life.
She turned around toward her husband and kissed his chin. “Sometimes,” she answered honestly, “but I enjoy what I’m doing now. This is what I’m meant to do.”
He stared at her, his silence pressing her to continue. She met his gaze and finally answered in a satisfied tone, “I’m meant to be with you.”
Title: Her Old Life
Author: Paynesgrey
Rating: PG
Pairing: Sango/Miroku
Spoilers: Post-series.
Genre: Introspective/Romance
Notes: Written for the "Miss" theme at mirsan_fics.
Word Count: 300
Summary: Sango reminisces about her life as a taijiya.
Sango remembered the time when she was fifteen years old. Her body was awkward and beginning to change into the solid shape of a warrior woman. She stood by her father’s side with her back straight and her head held proudly as they surveyed the village under attack. The frightened people looked at them strangely yet hopefully, and the son of the village ruler stared at her in horror, for his perception of delicate women was instantly shattered when he laid eyes on her.
Her family saved that village, and with her killing blow to the demon, she protected that boy who first judged and feared her. It didn’t matter; she enjoyed saving lives, and she loved what she was born to do.
Years later, she noticed the changes in her life. Her husband accepted her as a slayer and a woman, loving her more every day. Her children took after them both, and as they grew, Miroku and Sango passed along their legacies.
“Do you miss it?” Miroku asked, and she smiled warmly in thought. Some days she missed the thrill, the adrenaline, and the moment when her bone weapon cut into flesh. She missed saving people and challenging their prejudices about who she was.
But in the end, her family was avenged, and she didn’t need to save anyone anymore. Ultimately, she saved the one person who meant everything to her, the one person who gave her a chance for a new life.
She turned around toward her husband and kissed his chin. “Sometimes,” she answered honestly, “but I enjoy what I’m doing now. This is what I’m meant to do.”
He stared at her, his silence pressing her to continue. She met his gaze and finally answered in a satisfied tone, “I’m meant to be with you.”