This chapter isn't really as exciting as you probably hope. I wish I had made an April Fools day chapter, but I didn't have one for the occasion. Maybe I'll write one sometime soon.

Please enjoy this chapter and don't forget to review! I don't own Ib.

Guardian Angel: Two Wheels

"Are you sure she's old enough to ride a bike?" Mrs. Kouri asked her husband. The family gathered on the driveway of their house with a small red two wheeled bike.

"Dear, Ib is 9 years old. Most kids ride bikes all the time at that age."

"Shouldn't she at least have training wheels on it first?"

"Nah, it'll be fine. Ready to ride your new bike, Ib?" Mr. Kouri beamed at Ib, who stared silently at the adults as they discussed.

Ib glanced over at the bike with interest. She was a little bit scared of falling, but she was also excited. Plus she figured that she would get really good if she practiced lots.

"I think she wants to try." Mr. Kouri said to Mrs. Kouri when Ib gripped the handlebars awkwardly and stared at her parents for instruction.

"Just be careful, dear." Mrs. Kouri gave Ib a worried look before reluctantly going back into the house to start dinner.

"Alright Ib, try sitting on the seat." Mr. Kouri said.

Ib precariously swung her leg over the bike so her feet were on either side of the bike when she sat. It was an uncomfortable position, but that was how kids on T.V. rode bikes.

"Good. Now put your feet on the petals."

Ib glanced up at her father in alarm. To lift her feet would mean she would lose her balance and fall. And that would hurt!

Mr. Kouri held onto the handlebars of the bike so the bike would stay straight while she positioned her feet on the petals. Garry placed a firm hand on Ib's trembling shoulder. Ib's grip on the rubber handles tightened as the bike wobbled unsteadily under her.

"Okay now Ib, when I let go, I want you to petal forward."

Ib stared with uncertainty at her father, but nodded in understanding at the instructions. Her feet pushed the petals in a clockwise motion. The bike lurched forward and Mr. Kouri released the handlebar.

The bike teetered and swayed, but Ib continued to petal. Her guardian angel jogged to stay beside her so he could keep his hand on her shoulder. He would whisper soothing words of encouragement in her ear whenever she would wobble.

Ib was getting the hang of riding the bike until her mom came out to call them to dinner. Mrs. Kouri's voice broke Ib's concentration, causing her to lose her already unsteady balance. She shrieked in surprise as she fell to her side.

Garry reached out and blocked Ib from being squished by the bike. Mr. and Mrs. Kouri raced to their daughter's aid.

"Are you alright, Ib?" Mrs. Kouri asked in a voiced tinted with worry.

With the help of her parents, Ib slipped out from under the bike and checked for injuries.

"Not a scratch? You're lucky Ib. A bike like that can really hurt a person, especially if it landed on top of you." Ib's father commented.

Garry withdrew his scraped hand from under the bike, smiling through the pain of his flesh wound. "Don't worry about falls like that Ib. You'll get better at this with more practice. And I'll always be here to help you."