#mirasan

San had accumulated a lot of sweaters in her time wearing clothes. Each one she loved in different ways. There was one with dark blue stripes mashed between white ones with billowing sleeves, it was red. Another sported a hodge podge of patchwork. It made her think of the quilt her human grandmother made her when she was still someone’s daughter. One was dark green like the foliage back home, she liked that one best. She loved them all and like with most things she owned, San loved them into tatters.

She held each of them folded in her arms, prepared to offer them for hopes of a miracle. Each sweater held holes and rips and tears. Threads frayed and unraveled. Some because of a quick unexpected shift, San still let her emotions hold as much weight as the moon. Other rips from constant wear. Even as a human, she was a creature of habit and found comfort in the familiarity of a sweater that remembered her body.

The she wolf smelled the girl behind the counter at the shop. She followed her nose, despite the girl’s head not being visible from this side. “Hey, I heard you guys can fix things here?”

@waitingona-mirabel

@inuvember - Day 1 Main Gang

Prompt sentence- “How is my wife more badass than me?”

As she, her husband Miroku, with friends Inuyasha, Kagome, and Shippo headed out of town, it started off as just another normal day in Edo, Japan. The trip was just a short distance for their two families to traverse in order to pick up a few supplies in the next village over.  Kaede had offered to watch the twins who were helping her in the garden so that left Sango just their 2-year-old son to keep an eye on.  

The two women and kitsune doted on the boy, playing with him along the way as the husbands chatted ahead of them.  He was such an adorable little boy, a we bit spoiled, but it was to be expected with aunty Kagome having only returned within the year and lavishing attention on the children to make up for lost time.  She herself was now with child, and frankly it was a surprise that Inuyasha allowed her to leave the hut after he found out.  But with enough encouragement or maybe the threat of purification, the hanyo had relented.

With Shippo and her son chasing a butterfly next to them, Sango side-bumps into her friend giggling, “how does it feel to be pregnant Kagome?”

“Oh,” the young miko blushes, “I hadn’t expected it so soon,” running a hand over her stomach. “and it’s only a couple of months along so, I haven’t really felt anything yet, but,” she smiles and gazes over to her hanyo husband whose ears are flicking in her direction, “I’m excited to start this new family with Inuyasha.”  

“I know you’re gonna be a wonderful Kagome, you’ve always had that motherly instinct, I mean look at with Shippo,” Sango points and both women chuckle as he dodges his little nephew. “He could have been left to fend for himself if you hadn’t taken him with you and then where would he be?”

“To be quite honest, I am nervous…” Kagome sighs, “I hope the whole pregnancy goes smoothly, cause I don’t know how Inuyasha would handle complications.”

“I’m sure it will,” her friend places her hand upon her shoulder, “Kaede is a great midwife, and of course I’ll be there for you.”

“Thank you, Sango, I really appreciate that.”

When the outskirts of the village come into view, Sango gathers her son up, so he doesn’t wander off, but as soon as they are about to crest the final hill, a weary apprehension falls over the group.  The hair’s prickling the backs of the necks as they sense the presence of a demon coming from behind.  The men who are in front turn but as quickly as they react the women are seconds faster. Sango thrusts their son into her husband’s arms, pulls Hiraikotsu from her back poised while Kagome has already knocked an arrow, glowing, and ready to fire.  

All the husbands can do is simply gawk as the women launch an attack, Sango boomeranging the demon in a stunning action while Kagome fires off her arrow, striking the dazed creature dead center.  In a cursing hail of expletives, it erupts in a glowing pink and white aura before disintegrating before them.  The taijiya catches her weapon, storing it away once more while Kagome shoulders her bow.

“H-How is my wife more badass than me?” the bewildered Miroku rattles out.

“Dumb question, she’s always been more bad ass than you!” Inuyasha responds.

Miroku snaps out of his stupor, “Like you can talk!  You were just showed up by your wife!”    

“Keh!”

In the midst of their back and forth arguement, the child starts to giggle, “B-b-bad…. B-bad… a-ass!”

Five sets of eyes turn to the child in Miroku’s arms, the hoshi’s face draining of color as his wife’s face grows beet red.  He gulps, “Uh-Oh…”

“Miroku!!  Inuyasha!!”