A/N: Mmyep. Drabble, almost 300 words. The idea's been overdone, but I couldn't stop my fingers.
Disclaimer: There's a very good reason this is called "fanfiction."
Whenyou're a child, waking up in the middle of the night from nightmares, your mother will stroke your hair and tell you how none of your horrible visions can ever touch you because of your guardian angel. Your guardian angel is beautiful and draped in white and gigantic golden wings, and you go to sleep dreaming of kissing the sky.
When I first met mine, I thought of him as something closer to a devil, honestly. Inuyasha wasn't draped in white and he had no wings, and harsh words that should never grace an angel's lips poured out of his mouth regularly. He wore deep, bright red, the exact shade of blood, and his gleaming silver-white hair was coarse beneath my fingers..
But he's an angel in more than one ways. He saved me. Still does. I feel...safe with him. Corny as it sounds, he really does look like an angel in his sleep, some kind of fallen angel, with his hair spilling around him and without an ever-present frown on his face. In spite of his ego, he has absolutely no faith in himself and doesn't value his life like I do. He's lived a hard life, and in turn he toughened to survive.
My angel isn't invincible. His heart has been broken so many times, he's closed it off. When I first fell down the well I used to think it was impossible to penetrate, but I am— slowly. He's distrusting, like a wild animal.
My guardian angel has no wings, but sometimes it's like he can touch the clouds. My angel's soul has been stained with blood and tears. He's violent and rude and everything you'd never want an angel to be. But he's my angel, and underneath the coarse surface, his hair is soft and bright as silk. As is his heart.