AN: Written for the "Whisper" perfect drabble theme at mirsan_fics on Livejournal. Post-Manga. Pairing: Miroku/Sango.
Still a Slayer
The men in the village whispered about her.
They said she'd gone soft - settled down, had children and wasn't a warrior anymore.
"That'll happen to young women; eventually they know their place," said one.
It angered her. (She still knew ten or more different ways to kill a man.)
"Probably can't even lift that weapon anymore."
So proving them wrong, her husband watched her curiously (empty-handed) as Sango hefted Hiraikotsu over her shoulder and hugged a laundry basket with her other arm.
The villagers watched her - speechless - while they both walked past them toward the nearest spring.