Invisible Wings

Chapter One

Disclaimer: I don't own anything to do with InuYasha or City of Angels. The people who made them are the owners. Not me. I'm too poor to have anything like that under my name. LOL.

A.N. This is my first InuYasha fic, so be very kind! LOL. I'm also in the middle of University work, so there may be long delays between updates, but don't fret! I'm writing new chapters at every chance I get, so hopefully the delays won't be as long.

The sun glowed just beyond the horizon; the clouds slowly began to part and allow the pink light shine through. People clad in black clothes crowded on the beach, along the shoreline, on top of the lifeguard houses and the nearby cliffs.

In unison, the strange crowd closed their eyes and listened, hearing a calming yet rejuvenating melody from the direction of the sun as it came over their edge over the world.

Sango relaxed, taking her energy from the music that was played every time the sun set or rose. She was an unusually beautiful Angel, even though many among the Angels were considered to be quite average. Black hair the colour of ebony hung down to her waist, chocolate brown eyes shone as they closed in her daily ritual with the other Angels, as they listened to the music created by the sun. She opened her eyes as the wonderful sounds faded, seeing her fellow Angels walk off for another day of being a Messenger.

Sango transported herself in a thought to the top of a residential building, having a feeling that she had to be there. She heard the various voices of the thoughts of the people living in the building's apartments, and one caught her attention in particular.

'What's her temperature? Hurry up, I want to know what's wrong! A hundred and ten? This is not good.'

Sango found herself at the source of the voice, a worried mother fretting over her young daughter, who was lying and shaking in her bed.

'I'd better try and get her temperature down before it gets any worse.' The mother then left the room and into the adjoining bathroom and started to fill the bathtub with cold water.

The little girl, in the meantime was looking straight at Sango with curiosity. Sango smiled at her in reassurance and held out a hand.

The girl reached out with a shaky hand, but was interrupted when her mother picked her up. "Come on sweetie," the mother said to the girl, her voice cracking with worry. "Into the tub."
The girl let out a loud squeal when she was lowered into the cold water. "Mummy, its freezing!" she complained.

The mother held onto her daughter's shaking body. "Its OK," she assured her daughter. "Just stay in here so you can feel better…" The mother paused. Her daughter's eyes slowly began to shut and her shakes began to get worse. "Sweetie? Sweetie! Wake up! No!"

Sango watched on as the ambulance rushed the unconscious little girl to the hospital, her mother holding onto on of her shaking hands with one of her own.

In the hospital, the girl looked up at Sango on the other side of the room as the doctors worked to figure out what was wrong with her. Then, with a blink of an eye, the girl appeared beside the silent Sango, who gave her a kind smile.

The girl looked on as the doctors fought to revive her suddenly still body. "Where are we going?" the girl asked Sango, looking up at her.

Sango continued to smile kindly at the girl. "Someplace wonderful," she replied.

"Can Mummy come?" the girl asked, watching her distraught mother crying over her body lying on the hospital bed.

Sango shook her head. "Not right now," she answered truthfully. "But she will be in years to come."

The girl nodded in understanding, looking remarkably calm for someone who had just watched themself die.

Sango held out her hand to the girl for the second time. "Come," she said.

The girl took Sango's hand and they both walked away from the sad faces of the Doctors and nurses, away from the crying figure of the mother, grasping still on her dead daughter's hand.

Sango led the girl towards the path that led onwards to the next lifetime. But before she could release the girl on her journey, the girl asked, "Are you an Angel?"

Sango smiled at her. "Yes," she answered.

"Can I be one?" the girl asked.

Sango would've laughed if she had the ability, but Angels were unemotional and couldn't feel. The girl would not adjust to the change from human emotions to Angel numbness. "I'm sorry," Sango said. "But we are not the Angels you believe us to be."

The girl looked forlorn for a second before looking up at Sango with determination. "What's the point of having wings when you can feel the breeze on your face?" she asked, before walking down the path, leaving Sango to contemplate the girl's comments.

Sango transported to a high spot on top of a sign, sitting down and watching the world go by, away from the thoughts of the humans.

"Another death today?" a voice on her right asked.

Sango nodded at her fellow Angel and friend Kagome, who had appeared by her side. "The girl was smart," she commented. "She actually wanted to be one of us."

Kagome sighed. "Many of the children want to," she replied. "They're so innocent and yet so intelligent beyond their years."

Sango nodded again as she stared out at the view below her: long roads curving around tall buildings, numerous numbers of cars used the road as high numbers of people crowded the streets they walked on. Watching the lives of humans go by, creating small miracles and assuring the ones that needed comfort or advice, this was the life Sango was used to for as long as she could remember- so long, she couldn't remember where she came from or when.

"I heard it's going to be another beautiful sunset today," Kagome said, crossing her ankles as she readjusted her seat on the sign high above the ground. "I wonder if the music would get better each time the sun sets and rises."

Sango shrugged. "To me, it's a life force," she replied. "Do you feel ultimately better each time?"

Kagome nodded in agreement. "Which is why I believe the music gets better every time," she remarked. "Because the music is what keeps us going in our duties to guide the humans."

Sango looked at her friend. "Have you ever wondered what it would be like to feel like them?" she asked.

Kagome gave her a nonchalant look. "There are some things that we are not meant to experience while we continue with our duty," she answered. "Why the curiosity?"

"Remember the couple who were stuck in the elevator for hours? Then they ended up having relations?" Sango had a small smile of curiosity and fascination as she spoke.

Kagome nodded with a smile of fascination of her own. "I remember," she said. "They were even caught in the act by the rescuers."

Sango let out a hollow laugh, not feeling anything humorous, but just adding her own reaction to the conversation. "I want to know what it'll feel like to have that happen to me," she said. "To touch someone and to feel."

Kagome shook her head. "We're Angels Sango," she said. "We can't feel anything as part of the task we had been given."

Sango sighed at her friend's words. She was content with her life as an unemotional immortal being, but somehow recently, there was a new feeling of wanting to experience something else other than the existence she was living at that moment. What it was, she was not sure. But some day she hoped she would find out.

TBC