This is set during the Waiting Era on my timeline.


Sango plopped down beside Kagome, sighing as she finally she got a break from running around.

"Let me give you a piece of advice Kagome; don't have children. Neuter Inuyasha if you must, but do not have them. They are a death sentence." Kagome looked at her friend, eyebrows raised, knowing that whatever brought this on was a very interesting story.

"Don't look at me that way," Sango said defensively. "I'm warning you for your own good. Children, they may seem sweet and adorable, but when they're your own, you realize just how devilish they really are."

"Sooo…. What are you in the mood for, Ms. I'm-totally-not-hormonal-because-I'm-pregnant?"

Sango glared at Kagome. "Well Ms. Snark-is-funny, let's make soap because Buddha be damned if the crap Yuwata sells in town isn't over-priced and smells like a piece of demon meat that someone forgot to get out of the corner a couple months back."

"You want to make soap…?" Kagome asked. It went without saying that she was confused, but for the heck of it, the author has broken the fourth wall to keep that cliché in the story.

"No, I want to make mini wooden figurines of the soap seller from town named Yuwata and wash them with his soap so they smell as bad as he does. Kagome, as a mother and wife, I want to make soap that is pleasant smelling." Sango leveled Kagome a look that told her no, the choice in activity was not up for discussion. "We make soap, it's not that difficult."

After gathering all the supplies and laying them out before the two women, and laying out the detailed instructions Sango had managed to pry off one of the grandmother's nearby, Kagome finally decided she had a reply to Sango's early remark.

"It's not that difficult my butt. We might as well be trying to bake chocolate chip cookies."

"We can do it Kagome," Sango said, a note to her voice that wasn't as reassuring as her message. "We just have to put our minds to it. How hard can it be, it's just soap."

Well, it was much harder than it looked, and from that day forth, whenever their husbands were called to neighboring villages to slay demons, the men always picked up some soap on their way back.