Oh wow! I've already got a new story. This is my newest plot bunny, and there are 2 more to follow in the coming weeks, whenever I get around to typing them up.

IMPORTANT: This is NOT a religious story. Any of you who have looked at my profile know that I'm agnostic. But if you're religious and WANT this to be, you can squint and be happy. ok? and this is AU, obviously.

This was inspired by my recent obsession with angel wings, "Iris" by Goo Goo Dolls, and "My Guardian Angel" by Red Jumpsuit Apparatus. Then I thought about Ichigo and Shiro with wings...-drool- So yea, then this story was born!

And I haven't decided if this is ShiroIchi. So I suppose we'll find out, neh?

Disclaimer: This applies to ALL future chapters. I dont own Bleach, the songs mentioned aforehand, or any songs I may mention or quote in the future. I simply own the plotline.


"So you're telling me, that you're my guardian angel?"

Ichigo nodded eagerly, glad that I was affirming it. But who said I was?

"Yea, that's totally believable. So. Where are the wings and the white dress? The little harp? The golden light shining on you? A halo?" I said, mockingly sarcastic.

"You don't believe me." It was a statement, rather than a question.

"Why would I?" I asked bitterly. "You're just sitting here in my hospital room, and you expect me to believe that you're my guardian angel?" I sneered.

Ichigo didn't answer, and for a moment, I felt bad that I might've offended him. But I didn't care. I mean, really, angels weren't real...right?

-scene freeze-

Actually, hold on. I think I'm getting ahead of myself. You all are probably staring at the screen confusedly, wondering what is going through the authoress' mind right now. I apologize. Perhaps we should back up a bit?

I'm Haku Tsukino by the way, better known as Shiro. Let's rewind to the beginning, and start over!

-rewind sound-

Ah, much better. We're going to start over now, ok? So you can sit back, relax, and enjoy the story.

-scene unfreeze-

I've always felt like I'm being watched. I first noticed when I was 5 and it terrified me. It caused me to have a few nightmares of the cliché monsters in my closet, and no night light could get rid of the fear. At age 6, the nightmares stopped, but the gaze never wavered. A year later, I realized that the gaze wasn't threatening. Rather, it felt more...protective. Now, 10 years later, whenever I feel those invisible eyes leave my back, I feel uneasy and rather vulnerable for some reason. But those situations were rare.

The day everything started was a normal one.

I went to school, hung out with my idiotic but lovable friends, and listened to the oh-so boring teachers drone on about things I already knew. I leaped out of my seat when the bell signalled the end of school, and I snagged my bag off of the back of my chair and rushed out of the door. I didn't want to stay here any longer than I had to.

As soon as I got out of that prison, I started strolling slowly towards the apartment that my uncle got me a while back. I paced slowly down the street, and turned to go across the crosswalk, watching the cars drive by slowly and breathing in the bitter pollution. I waited, and the little hand on the sign changed to a white outline of a person, saying I could walk.

I was pretty deep in my thoughts at the time, but not enough to not notice the eyes look away momentarily. Before the vulnerable feeling registered, I heard a car horn, and felt the adrenaline start to circle in my system as I watched a car hurtle towards me. It wasn't in slow motion, like all the movies, but I did feel my limbs lock up, even though in my head I was screaming for them to move.

I saw, rather than felt it hit me. My senses momentarily returned, and I cried out in agony. The pain. It was excruciating.

Blackness drifted on the edge of my mind, and I grasped at it, and pulled it over me like a blanket to escape the pain. I gratefully sank into the painless state of unconsciousness, barely noticing the unfamiliar voice screaming my name somewhere nearby.


I felt like I'd only been sleeping for a few minutes. As consciousness drifted back to me slowly, I heard a gentle beeping, and my breaths going in and out of my mouth. My eyes opened slowly, and snapped shut again to block out the bright light above me that was reflecting off the starch white walls. I waited a moment and braced myself before inching open my eyes and glared at the bright lights. Finally, my eyes were completely opened and I peered around.

I was lying on my back on a bed, obviously in a hospital. Memories from what happened flooded back, and I realized that I got hit by a car.

'Damn. And it'd been a pretty good day too.'

Soft breathing alerted me to another presence in the room. I turned my head curiously to the left to be greeted by a mop of orange hair, which rested on the skull of a lean, muscled man next to my bed. His face was resting in his hands, and his shoulders slouched, as if exhausted.

I stared at him awkwardly, knowing he hadn't realized that I was awake. I debated pretending to go back to sleep so I wouldn't have to talk to him. He was a stranger. But I wanted to know who he was, and why he was by my hospital bed.

I reached over tentatively and tapped his shoulder, since I was unable to decide on any other course of action. The man's head lifted out of his hands, and when he saw me, his face lit up happily, though his eyes glittered guiltily. Why would he be feeling guilty?

"Er...hello."

"How're you feeling, Shiro?"

"1. How do you know my name? 2. I just got hit by a car. What do you think?" I thought I was being pretty mean to this stranger, but I couldn't help it. I had a pounding headache, and talking did not help.

"How do I know your name? Hm. That will be difficult to explain. Would you like me to...?" He trailed off uncertainly, watching me carefully.

"Maybe we should just start off with your name," I said wearily. I figured this would be a long conversation. I really wanted to know why the guy was here, but I still wanted to be at least a little polite.

"Oh! Sorry. I'm Ichigo Kurosaki!" He smiled warmly, and reached his hand out towards mine, which I accepted.

"Haku Tsukino. But you probably already know that."

The man nodded vigorously as he released my hand, but didn't comment.

"And why would that be?"

Ichigo rubbed his forehead with the heel of his hand, watching me sadly. "Perhaps I shouldn't tell you while you're in the hospital. To tell the truth, it might shock you into unconsciousness. We don't want you like that for another 2 days!"

I started at that. "2 days? I've been unconscious for 2 days? How the hell did that happen?" My voice raised a few notches louder farther into the sentence, and in response, Ichigo placed a warm, tan finger on my lips.

"Hush. You don't want the doctors to come in and knock you out again, do you?"

I chewed my lip, but nodded, wanting him to answer my questions.

He leaned back into his chair comfortably, appearing as if he were wondering where to start.

"Well, let's see. Hm. Well, you got hit by the car, and nearly died, but they managed to get you to the hospital in time to save you. But your heart stopped. At least once."

Said heart skipped a beat, which you could hear in the beeping of the monitor. "I-it stopped," I questioned hoarsely.

Ichigo nodded the affirmative, and I leaned back in my bed, surprised. But I quickly shrugged it off. I was still alive, so it wasn't a big deal.

"So where you do you come in in all this?"

"You could say I saved you, I suppose. The driver of the other car called in the police, while I kept you...alive."

"Oh...thank you, very much."

"You're quite welcome!"

"So how old are you? You look around my age, but you don't go to my school."

"Well...I don't really keep track of things like that." Ichigo answered evasively, obviously skipping around the question.

"Family?"

"Only one person, but I don't think he knows it," Ichigo answered sadly.

"Is he like your brother or something? Why doesn't he know?"

"Because, we've never met. Or, rather, he's never met me."

"Oh...I'm sorry."

Ichigo shrugged. "You have nothing to apologize. It's neither his nor your fault."

"..." I wasn't sure how to answer, so I didn't.

I noticed the eyes that normally were on my back kept flickering back and forth between being on me, and not. It was irritating, but I figured I was safe enough with Ichigo. He was really nice.

'And handsome,' whispered a little voice in my head, which I instantly squashed.

"So, what was that little thing you were going to tell me about that would make me pass out," I asked as casually as I could, watching Ichigo's reaction calculatingly.

Ichigo stiffened, but lifted his eyes to mine. "Are you sure you want to know?"

I nodded firmly.

"No matter the consequences?"

I felt my head bob up and down in response.

"Alright, if you insist. Do you believe in angels?"

"Like the ones in the bible? With the halos?"

"Eh, this is a different type of angel. No halos, no superior God, nor a devil."

"No, I don't, sorry. Why?"

The orange-haired man shifted uncomfortably. "Well, there is a type of angel out there, called Shugo Tenshi, which is roughly translated to Guardian Angel."

I nodded slowly, unsure as to where this was going.

"Well," he took a deep breath, and exhaled slowly. "I'm a Shugo Tenshi. I'm your Shugo Tenshi, your guardian angel."

I sat there for many a moment, trying to slow the crazy thoughts in my head down.

"So you're telling me, that you're my guardian angel?"

Ichigo nodded eagerly, glad that I was affirming it. But who said I was?

"Yea, that's totally believable. So. Where are the wings and the white dress? The little harp? The golden light shining on you? A halo?" I said, mockingly sarcastic.

"You don't believe me." It was a statement, rather than a question.

"Why would I?" I asked bitterly. "You're just sitting here in my hospital room, and you expect me to believe that you're my guardian angel?" I sneered.

Ichigo didn't answer, and for a moment, I felt bad that I might've offended him. But I didn't care. I mean, really, angels weren't real...right?

"How can I prove it?"

My face turned into that of a shocked person, and looked at him confusedly. "Do you Shugo Tenshi have wings?"

Ichigo nodded knowingly, and smiled amusedly.

"Then show me. Please, show me your wings."

He stood, and went to the middle of the room, paused, smiling at me, and I crossed my arms, impatiently wondering how this was going to end. He was totally faking this stuff...right?

I instantly regretted thinking that.

I felt my jaw drop as I saw 2 white and grey flecked wings stretch out across the room slowly, as Ichigo was obviously trying to avoid knocking over anything. They were beautiful. Each individual feather was so perfect, and I couldn't help but want to touch them. I reached my arm out, opening and closing my hand to signal what I wanted.

Ichigo chuckled and complied, stretching the large wing over. He had to have at least a 10 foot wingspan. At least. My fingers reached out to brush the delicate feathers, and I sighed out happily at how soft they were.

I stroked the top of the wing, feeling the muscle there. I leaned forward and brushed my sensitive cheek across the appendage, the feathers tickling my nose softly. Then something clicked in my head.

"You're the one...the one who's been watching me all this time, aren't you? Now I understand. Why I feel so uneasy whenever I realized you weren't around. My subconscious knew you were there...but I didn't."

Ichigo brought his wings back in, and I watched them disappear when they reached his back, and I couldn't help but mourn the loss of them. Ichigo looked so much more uniquely beautiful when they were there.

"Yes. That was me. I never allowed you to see me in fear of your reaction. The only reason you can see me now is because I used up most of my energy trying to heal you."

I opened my mouth to comment, but he shushed me, and gently pushed me back against the bed.

"You need to sleep. I promise, I will explain whenever you wake up, ok?"

I nodded weakly, finally realizing just how tired I was. "O...k...Ichi...go."

My eyes began to shut against my will, and I felt warm lips press against my forehead. "Sleep well, my little Shiro."

And then I was asleep.


So review with your comments, and whether or not I should continue!

I'm sorry if it's a bit confusing, but I will try and answer questions next update. But of course, I don't know what questions you may have, so ASK! :D

"And I don't want the world to see me, 'cause I don't think that they'd understand. When everything's made to be broken, I just want you to know who I am" ~Iris, Goo Goo Dolls

Until Next Time!