A/N: I liked this one. It's a bit funky, but I wrote it in a mood. You know how those are.

Disclaimer: I. Do. Not. Own. Inuyasha.

Angel

He always looked like he was flying. His hair would stream above him, rippling, his eyes burning into her very soul, piercing.

He was her guardian angel. An angel who had nothing to do with God, was angry at the world and who's favorite word was Ôfuck'. An angel who would rather die than let her get hurt.

An angel without wings, who's blood was far from pure, but who's soul was white and undiluted. Coveted.

Her angel.

Could one love an angel?

One must, because she loved him beyond life and time itself.

He always looked like an angel.