Peace
There was a time she was happy. There was time when every day was not a constant battle for inner peace. There was a time when her brother was still her brother, and not Naraku's puppet.
There was a time when every breath was not drawn for vengeance's sake.
But that time has grown hazy in her mind, overshadowed by her fear, her anger, her hatred. Her love for Kohaku and her companions is her one beacon in an otherwise dark time, and she cherishes it, knowing it could be gone at any second.
But there are still moments when she can find, if not happiness, than some measure of peace, provided the monk is otherwise occupied. She sits beneath a tree, breathing in the scent of the blossoms, and for the moment, Naraku is the farthest thing from her mind.
Some day, she swears to herself, she will have that happiness again. She will have a home, a husband, children, and her brother. Someday, she will have all the things she has been temporarily cheated of.
Until that day comes, though, she has a family, she reminds herself, a family that is strange and mismatched and oddly wonderful, a family that consists of a bad-tempered half-demon, a misplaced priestess, a kitsune cub, and a perverted monk.
She smiles and wraps her arms around her legs and turns her face up to the sun, basking in the warmth that sometimes she feels she will never have again.
For now, she thinks, that is enough.
End
A/N -- I hadn't done a Sango piece either. I really like her, as she's not a terribly complex character, but she is interestingly layered.