4. Sango

Sango was sitting beside her father, her favourite food standing before her, but she was not paying any attention to it. Her big, innocent eyes were glued to the woman in the garden, her father following the female's every motion as well.

The little girl couldn't help it, she was staring in awe at the woman in pale pink kimono with white butterflies on its sleeves. The woman's brown hair was tied in a high ponytail, swaying with her every motion. She had sparks of merriment in her eyes and a soft, loving smile each time she was looking at her husband and daughter.

Sango was observing her mother dance with two fans which looked delicate and fragile. But, just like the woman swaying gracefully between shadows of the trees and sunlight, they were more than just beautiful. Sango had tried to practice with her mother's fans some time ago and had almost lost her finger when she had grabbed the weapon carelessly.

Now she squealed and clapped her hands when her father stood up and joined her mother to help her with her training, providing an opponent for her to fight against. Sango was watching her parents fight, her father dodging razor sharp blades of two fans held by her mother. The little girl was aware how deadly this new dance was, that one mistake could cause harm or even death to one of her parents. Yet she couldn't deny the shiver of awe, of adoration and the strong desire to follow in her mother footsteps blooming in her heart. Watching her mother train almost every day did nothing to take away those feelings.

'One day,' Sango thought. 'One day I will be like you, mom. Beautiful and strong.'

Sango smirked and looked at her opponent. He gave her a smile which was supposed to look cocky, but lacked the spark. She was more used to a different sparring partner but since he was busy keeping a certain miko company she had to train with her other sparring partner. This one was a little more relucant to get close to her, but he was fierce and determined to give her a rough time.

"Oh, lovely Sango, love of my life," Miroku exclaimd when he tried to brush a hand against her butt and was kicked to his stomach. He wrapped his arms around the hurt area as he staggered back. "Your legs are as strong as always, my beautiful one."

"Again," Sango said with a little grin and her eyes narrowed when the monk unfolded his body and started to circle her, trying to find an opening in her defense and touch a part of her she didn't want him to touch. A second later he was holding his jaw and rubbing it gently. A small, playful smile appeared on her face when she oractically danced to the side to avoid her opponet's both outstretched would thought sparring with Miroku would be so fun?

A/N: I'm not sure battle fans were a thing around that time in Japanese history, but whatever, boomerangs weren't for sure and just look, Sango had one.
Also yup, I was watching some kabuki dances while trying to think about a story for Sango.