It was funny how Kagome was the kind of girl that she'd always secretly envied. She was soft– both in body and in the ways of the world. Her hands were smooth, her body blemish-free. She was a woman anyone would see and immediately want to protect.
Everything that Sango, herself was not.
Though her village was a taijiya’s compound, most women still followed traditional roles. Save for a handful, herself included, chose to pursue the occupation of their ancestors. They were the exception, not the rule.
Being a woman and the chief’s daughter at that, Sango felt the unspoken pressure to prove herself, in the ways the men did not face. It was accepted for male slayers to be chosen for their potential but for a female, she had to have already demonstrated it.
Even so, she was proud. Proud of her hard muscles, her calloused palms roughened by the years of training with hiraikotsu. She revelled in the honour of her trade, thrived in the adrenaline of the hunt.
But still, it was a hard path to follow at times.
Growing up, Sango found it hard to find women to confide in, to have the kind of easy friendship she only witnessed from afar. Maybe if she had a sister or if her mother did not die young, it would’ve been easier. The female slayers wore scorn like a second set of armour, denouncing overly womanly things for fear it would diminish the strength they had worked so hard to prove. She secretly envied the groups of young girls laughing, looking at bolts of pretty fabric from travelling merchants, laughing as they ran off arm in arm.
Sango told herself she didn't need those things. She had Kohaku, and her father, and that was enough. And now, she was alone.
“Ooo!” A squeal of delight beside her jolted Sango out of her thoughts.
The water rippled, as pale legs, followed by a slender body slid into the water beside her.
“Ahhh… this feels so good!” Kagome exclaimed, grinning at her with enthusiasm. “Isn’t it lucky we came across this hot spring so soon?”
Sango gave a small smile, and nodded. She’d long suspected that their gruff hanyou companion chose their itineraries with the little miko in mind, specifically for this reason.
Kagome’s brow wrinkled, frowning as she studied the older girl’s expression. “Is something wrong, Sango-chan? If it’s Miroku-sama being an ass, I’ll teach him a lesson for you!”
Sango smiled again, this time it made it to her eyes.
“No.” She shook her head a little. “I was just thinking.”
They lapsed into a relaxed banter, something that Sango had not previously been privy to before meeting her new group of peculiar friends. Kagome had a way of putting people around her at ease, sharing her thoughts about the day and only engaging her in conversation if she sensed Sango was in a talkative mood.
Today, their winding conversation had arrived at the topic of her hair.
“You know, Sango-chan,” Kagome waded closer, fingers curling around a lock of her hair, that had escaped the knot on top of Sango’s head. “You have such healthy hair. I can’t get mine close to yours, even with all the stupid conditioners.”
She was amused by the pout on her friend’s face, even if she didn’t fully understand all her futuristic terms yet.
“You should totally let me braid it sometime!” Kagome decided just as her eyes lit up. “Oh! That reminds me! I got something for you.” She rushed back towards the rocky edge.
“Yeah!” It seemed like the girl had found what she was looking for, after feeling around the basket sitting at the lip of the spring. Unfurling her fingers giddily, she held out an object to her. “Here you go!”
Sitting on her palm was a delicate looking hair comb. It was elaborately carved from wood and on the shaft of it was a painted floral pattern in dark green and magenta.
Sango looked up at the younger girl. “For me, Kagome-chan?”
“Uh-huh.” She nodded happily. “I saw it at the cultural festival when I went home. The woodworking class was selling these. I thought this one fits you perfectly. Don’t you think?”
She was hit suddenly with uncharacteristic shyness and could only manage to smile hesitantly at Kagome.
“Yeah. It’s really pretty, Kagome-chan.”
“Perfect! We’ll try it out after we dry off!” Kagome declared. She waddled off to place it back safely in her basket, muttering about how she was told it was functional and ornamental depending on how one wanted to use it.
Sango stared after her, still a little baffled.
Perhaps in Kagome she’d finally found a female friend– perhaps she’d found a sister.
A/N: This one was fun! I seldom write in Sango’s POV so it was a challenge ;)