The characters of Inuyasha (manga and anime) belong to Takahashi Rumiko

My Darling Guardian Angel

Chapter One


Kagome had every reason to smile. She had just graduated from the Angel Academy, a prestigious university that nurtured and educated the souls who wished to become angels, and not mere citizens of Heaven. In addition, Kagome had graduated with honours, which now allowed her the privilege to become a guardian angel.

It was hard work, with many hours of study and practical lessons, but today was the day where it was all going to pay off.

The beating of her heart raced with anticipation as she watched the man in front of her going over her credentials, though to be fair, it didn't seem that he was actually looking at them but more at her with his charming smile.

Kagome smiled back.

The young woman always had a positive outlook on life, even when her life ended in the most tragic way. She quickly realised that death lasted only for a few seconds; it was the pain that lasted longer. Yet, as she remembered watching her physical body being mourned over by her family, Kagome decided then and there that she was going to continue on with her education, so that one day she may visit her mother, brother, and grandfather, and to tell them that she was doing fine.

"So, Miss Kagome," the man asked. "It looks like you had led a very good life. That sort of thing is rare in young people these days. They always want to explore their boundaries, drinking smoking, sex all the time, that sort of thing. You never thought about doing these things? You don't happen to be hiding anything? I mean everyone has a dark side."

She sat there in shock, staring at him with wide, disbelieving eyes. Everyone had told her about what the types of questions she was going to expect during the interview, but she wasn't exactly expecting this. Whatever happened to questions about what she wanted to bring to the agency, and what skills she had previous?

"I should hope not, sir," she began. "Or else I wouldn't be here, and I wouldn't have been able to graduate."

"Please, Miss Kagome, there's no need to call me 'sir'. It makes me sound old."

"Yes, sir... I mean..." she stole a quick glance at his name plate on the desk. "Mister Houshi."

The man smiled as he handed her a manila folder that contained her first assignment, though he wished the young, attractive woman would have called him by his first name. It wouldn't have made a difference anyway, as he saw how her eyes had lit up at the contents of the file, the face of eagerness of one who was about to start her first job. Sighing, Miroku decided that it was probably best to leave the friendliness out until much later, and proceeded to tell Kagome about the details of the job she was about to undertake.

"As you know, your job as a guardian angel is to protect, and guide the client during their life span, until they die, natural or otherwise. Seeing that you are new to this kind of work, I have assigned you a relatively easy person. His name is Kouga Ookami, a misguided teenager, with little to no sense of direction in his life. He was orphaned at a young age, and had a tough life growing up, etcetera, and etcetera. It's all in the file, Miss Kagome; you can read it later on. If you have any troubles, just call me. And if you don't have any troubles, call me anyway, and we can talk over a coffee."

She took her leave when she heard the man mention talking and coffee, thinking that he was only being pleasant, and with a polite bow, Kagome headed off down to Earth to meet her first assignment.


Meanwhile, down in the depths of hell, in a plush secretarial office, sat a demon with long white hair, swinging lazily around in the leather chair, with a bored expression on his face. He had just come back from witnessing the death and subsequent funeral of his now former client. It was old news to him now, and had been for a long time. Being a five hundred year old demon, he had been through many a damned poor soul, getting to know them, granting their darkest desires, watching them become hungry for more, and then watching them die, knowing that they had sold their soul for wanting their selfish wants. All in all, it was a pretty enjoyable job, but sometimes...

"You're back already, Inuyasha?" a female voice asked, making him forget his current thought. "How was the funeral?"

"You should have come along, Sango. Everything was in it, the constant crying, the sad eulogies of how he was a gentle soul who helped other people, and an upstanding citizen who was best friends with the rich and influential. It was hilarious, especially when the priest started his speech."

"So I gather you had a good time." Sango replied, ushering him out of her chair.

"Not really, it wasn't much different from any other 'important funeral'," he said, shrugging his shoulders. "But that doesn't matter now as I'm off to go on my holiday."

Sango's smile faltered when she heard the word holiday, and the discussion she just had with their boss suddenly came into her mind. The look on his face confirmed this as he stared at her with eyes that flashed like fire, and so before he could say anything, she handed him the case folder, along with his holiday application with the word 'Rejected' stamped in red.

"Rejected?!" he shouted, throwing the folder onto the marble floor. "How can it be rejected? I handed this in from the beginning of the year. I was planning to go to the beach. To enjoy the sun, the sand, the double servings of chocolate and vanilla ice-cream, and all those girls that are going to take their tops off for sun bathing, but especially the ice-cream."

"I'm sorry, Inuyasha. But you know the rules: Clients before holidays." With an apologetic smile, she handed him the folder, but nothing she could say could ease his disgust.

"'Clients before holidays'," he ranted on, "Bullshit. Fifty years before that, he'd said he had lost my application. Can't you say something to him, Sango, please? I can't take this anymore."

"I'm sorry, I can't. You do remember that you are on permanent contract. There's nothing I can do." Trying to reach out to console the demon, she had to quickly step back when he disappeared into a cloud of smoke, no doubt to reluctantly see his next client. Then Sango's face turned into a frown, as walked over to the boss's door, knocking loudly until he opened it.

"Well, I hope you're happy now," she said, glaring at him.

"Yes, I am," he replied, with cool ease, much like a snake.

"He was planning his holiday from the beginning of the year."

"What did you expect, Miss Sango? This is Hell, and my domain," and with the same cool ease, the man silently shut the door, leaving the woman to fume behind it.


Inuyasha sat on the small balcony where his client lived, reading through the details of his profile. There was nothing out of the ordinary from what he could gather: an ordinary boy in high school, who liked nothing more than to fist fight his way through an argument, a rogue with no parents to control him, not that any adult could either, a typical hormone-driven teenager.

"Sounds like a real charmer." Inuyasha added, observing the teen's photograph. He sure looked like a ruffian, with his long, dark hair tied up, and the way he chose to dress. Shaking his head, Inuyasha yawned, stretching his large, bat-like wings. He lazily looked at the sky, and sighed, wondering if he would ever see the blue skies of the beach. Damn it all, and his permanent contract. Being a demon was a plush job, but having a plush job in the underworld still meant one would be punished, in one way or the other. His punishment meant that he had no say on how and when he wanted to work, and that meant no holidays, not unless he had approval from the boss. Fat chance he'll give me that, fucking bastard.

Mulling over his misfortune, Inuyasha didn't realise that someone was there until he looked up, though his surprise didn't last long, when he saw it was only a girl in a long green dress, floating up in the air, with her gaze lost in the large city map she was holding, a sign that she was lost.

"Do you need some help, miss?" he asked.

The head of the girl popped up from where she was looking, staring at him with youthful blue-grey eyes, but before he could say anything, she hid her face again, mumbling an apology while floating away until she disappeared down the street.

"How rude," Inuyasha scoffed, turning his attention once again to his watch, and then to the door, as if wishing for the damn boy to hurry back home.


Kagome breathed out in relief when she reached the end of the street, and out of the demon's view. It was lucky that he hadn't decided to follow her. All her studies in university and stories from her friends, told her that demons were not good news. They were the complete opposite, in person and in moral ideals. While angels upheld what was righteousness and good, the demons were wicked, dishonest, who had nothing better to do than to torment people just because they enjoyed it. And the one she just saw looked like a real trouble-maker, a dangerous one too, after seeing how large his wings were, compared to her little beginner ones. He was obviously one of a much higher rank. It was a good thing she had flown away before he could try to bait her with his tricks. The last thing she wanted was to get in the way of a demon, not while she was still inexperienced in dealing with such people.

Still, the woman surmised, she could have asked him for directions. Exactly where was Mr. Ookami's apartment? With all the buildings looking so similar, it was difficult to tell which one was which. Rolling her eyes in exasperation, Kagome had no choice but to consult her map again.

This is the right street, so where's the place? Glancing up from her map, she spotted a young man humming a tune as he walked down the street. Immediately, Kagome recognised him from the photo, and couldn't thank the gods enough for allowing her to have this chance. She grinned, not hesitating one moment to follow him home.

Things were looking up for her first day on the job.


To be continued...