PERFECT IMPERFECTION

'Inuyasha, we've been walking all day without any breaks! You might be able to keep this up, but we can't. Even Kirara is tired!' A petit girl with raven black hair exclaimed.

'Feh.' the silver haired hanyou replied. 'It's not my fault humans are so weak.'

The girl's eyes narrowed dangerously. Inuyasha, seeming to sense what was about to occur, whirled around wide eyed. 'No Kagome, don't, we can camp now-'

'Oswari.' The girl muttered in a monotone.

WHAM!

Too late…

Looking at the dogboy shaped crater, Kagome said, 'We camp here tonight.' And covered the ears of Shippo as Inuyasha started muttering curses into the ground.

Suddenly Inuyasha looked up and twitched his ears. 'What is it Inuyasha?' Sango asked, while assaulting Miroku with her Hiraktso (sp?). 'Damn perverted monk.' She muttered in disgust, while Miroku twitched on the ground.

'I smell blood, and someone's crying.' He replied, getting up from the crater and dusting himself off.

Kagome sighed and uncovered Shippo's ears. 'I guess we better go check it out. Which way is it coming from?'

Inuyasha pointed east. 'It doesn't seem far off, maybe 30 minutes walking.'

2 minutes later they arrived in a large clearing of flowers. Kagome got off Inuyasha's back and patted his head, saying 'good boy' while Shippo snickered from her shoulder.

'Hey, do you hear that?' inquired Sango, looking around.

'Sounds like someone is singing.' Miroku observed. They followed the sound to a brook that ran through the center of the clearing, where a beautiful cloaked girl was holding a crying child on her lap. The sound of her voice drifted airily across the moonlit clearing, muffling the sniffles of the younger girl.

Maybe this is the calm before the storm

But who can really say?

But who can really say…

She continued to sing, her voice rising and falling with the song until the crying of the child could no longer be heard.

I wanna be with you

At the end of the world

And breathe my last breath in your arms…

She smiled down at the sleeping child before laying her in the grass amongst the flowers and covering the girl with her cloak. What was hidden by the cloak now became visible, and the group saw that she was wearing a tight, black one sleeved shirt and crimson fighters pants. She had a sword strapped to either side of her waist, as well as several sai's, two more katana's strapped to her back, and a dagger in her boot. All in all, she looked ready for a war. Sango gasped as her eyes landed on a detail no one else had noticed yet, the two black feathered wings sprouting out of her back. 'A fallen angel…' Sango muttered in wonder, gaining the girl's attention.

The girl whipped around and saw them at the same time that they saw where the blood was coming from. Someone had struck her on the temple, and blood dripped freely from the wound. Even with the blood though, she was stunning. A breeze whipped past the group, and suddenly Miroku was kneeling in front of the beauty, holding her hands in his own. 'Miss, will you do me the honor of bearing my child?' The girl's surprised face hardened and she backhanded the monk.

'Baka hentai houshi.'

Sango looked at the winged girl and asked, 'What's your name?'

The girl looked up long enough to say 'Just call me Khyber' before going back to muttering profanity under her breath and kicking an unconscious monk in the head.