AN: Since it's historically incorrect to have a woman wearing pants, much less doing a hard working job killing something. So, in retaliation' for Rumiko-sama's slip up, I've decided to write this story.







This is dedicated to everyone who has been hurt, physically or emotionally, by gender discrimination.








Come ON Sango-chan! What's wrong with walking though a Taiji village? If anything, I'd thought you'd be happy about it! Kagome said to her female companion, giggling. She should be happy! Kagome thought naively, smiling. She was in a good mood today because Inu Yasha was, and THAT made him even sweeter, for the time being.

Come on! she giggled, yanking the girl's arm playfully in an attempt to lift her friend up. Sango smiled slightly at the girl's enthusiasm, and then decided to give in; after all, they might have changed by now.

All right, all right! she grumbled grumpily' she was now smiling at her friend who had always tried to lift her out of the dark. Kagome grinned and started chattering gaily her endless spout of her world' going on for ages in her lovely mood.

Sango sighed, not really listening. She hoped they had changed, for her life she hoped she had changed.

Miroku looked at Sango quizzically. She was sure acting strange since this morning since they told her they'd be walking though a certain village. So, he made his thoughts known:

Are you alright Sango?

Looking up, as if interrupted, Sango replied hastily Yes, yes. I'm fine houshi-sama. Just fine, Sighing to himself quietly, Miroku knew he wasn't going to get any answers any time soon, so he'd have to get her alone later, to ask in private.

As the traveling troop reached the village, they could see it was divided into to two parts by a huge pathway, houses and stores kept away from whom ever be passing by thought it. Inu Yasha thought this quite peculiar, but said nothing for once.

When they walked though, there where no people out, which was very strange, to make it even stranger, it was deathly silent, giving the shard hunters a chill up their spines they could not name. Suddenly, almost out of nowhere, sharp stones came flying at them. But, they where trying to hit Sango, and not the rest of them. Protectively, they formed a circle around her, the strong barrier giving the strength Sango need to sit up and tend her wounds.

Bitch! You should go home and cook, don't play with men's toys! Stupid little girl! Go dress your dollies You're a disgrace to Taijis every where! Get out! You're not a man, so give up! where the hate filled calls that rang out from the houses, stinging Sango more than the rocks could ever do. A small, helpless sob escaped from her, the words breaking her, little by little. Oh why did she come here?

The rest of the group stood there, shell-shocked as their once strong friend was turned into a sniveling baby, crying out endlessly for a mother' to come and comfort her. But there was no mother to come for her, no one to comfort her in her moment of emotional defeat, because the rest blocked her from the rotten food and slops that where now thrown at her.

Finally, Inu Yasha took off his outer shirt and placed it around her, then carried her out of the mess and the village, the rest following. They didn't stop until they where deep in forest, unable to see the village that had caused them so much trouble. Then Inu Yasha took his shirt off of the sobbing girl, and let her lay on the moss-covered ground, everyone stepping back to give the girl some room and explain to them what had just happened.

After a long while, she didn't stop crying, and kept crying, more than one could think one could do. Her heart wrenching cries, made them feel horrid, but still, they said nothing, not moving, not daring. It was shocking to see the one person you'd think never cry, break down like this. It was as bad as seeing her bleed heavily, too much to stop.

Her sorrowful sobs rang thought the air, silent. It was horrid to hear this, to see this, so Kagome turned away into Inu Yasha's shoulder for comfort', and Inu Yasha gave it, feeling useless other wise.

Finally, Miroku couldn't take it any longer. He knew that even the strongest person needed a good cry, because God knows that we all do. So he sat down and held her, rubbing her back slowly, whispering comforting words that her poor heart ached to hear. Telling her softly that it'd be all right, that they where a bunch a fucking bastered and deserved to die for those nasty things they said, cursing so profoundly that Sango could no longer keep a straight face, his cursing more than a rival to Inu Yasha's famed potty mouth, and her recent heart break.


Sniffling and whipping her eyes and nose, her mouth played a small smile as she said gently: Thank you houshi-sama, for cheering me up, you can stop cursing now, because it's kinda scary to hear you curse more than Inu Yasha EVER would in a life time. She giggled faintly as Miroku held her way from him as if to inspect her, then hugged her again for good measures, then stood up. Sango giggled louder; her laughing breaking the awkward silence that had formed. A question mark appeared over the houshi's head, but then he turned around and saw. Inu Yasha and Kagome had the most precious shocked faces upon them, both hearing the curses that Miroku had just so recently mumbled. So the two bust out laughing, not just for their companion's faces, but so that there could be a rainbow after the storm to set things right again.








AN: This is unfortunately based off of two experiences that I've had and hope to never repeat.

The first being rocks thrown at me from my own neighborhood (as I was walking down the street), the second was the crying.
On a class trip where my whole class goes away for a week (private school and twelve kids and two teacher makes this possible) my main teacher's (the other's a assistant) mother was super sick and was in the hospital. Next, while we where on the trip, her mother died. My teacher was devastated and cried all night long, her screaming cries echoing down the hallways and tearing our hearts with pity. Soon, I found song lyrics that I had brought along with me on the trip and a tissue box. The song lyrics where cute, a cheery thing about the light and how she's so happy she wakes up to it every day, despite sadness. With a fellow student, I crept down the stairs and the hallway to our teacher's room, leaving the presents there outside her door then knocking and running away. For this my teacher gave us a hug the next morning, and then said she'd be off to comfort her family. In the weeks that followed, we where invited to her mother's funeral, and there we decided to save up enough money to buy her a locket for her mother's picture. She still wares that necklace today, and we all think of that horrible night long ago, just a few days ago being the 1rst anniversary.




THE END

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