His Dark Angel by unknownmiko

His Dark Angel

The log of Sesshoumaru Moon

I thought I was the only Goth in my school that is until she came along. She was just that wolfs ex-friend Kouga when she started. How do I know because being a junior I have to know these things? She took the entrance exam and was skipped two grades I was amazed how a ningen can be that smart. She also amazes me because she takes kendo, jujitsu and archery. I find myself thinking about her everyday. Even in class, my mind drifts to her Kami its killing my grades. However, know what I do not care one bit. She is in all my class but two so I see her every day.

Let me tell you about her she wears nothing but black and red. Nothing tight her clothes are all ways loose and sometimes baggy except for her skirts unlike most of the other girls at our school.

Like today, she wore a black shirt with long bell like sleeves and a long black skirt with a split to her knees and black stiletto boots. A silver belt that hung to one side off her small waist. Her knee length raven hair hung in a thick rope braid down her back. She all ways wears this silver cross necklace, ear rings and a little silver cross in her nose. She's beautiful her pale skin shining like a string of pearls and wearing as little makeup as possible just her eyes lined in black and her plump lips in blood red. She is a dark angel, a goddess, my dark angel.

She is every guy's wet dream I swear, I bet under those clothes she all soft and sexy. My dark angel is an easy 5'4 with a small waist and wide hips that make you drool when she walks. Oh, Kami that walk of hers like a run way model. The bounce of her large breast the sway of her hips mesmerizing, beautiful, sexy, exotic.

However, she never talks to anyone I guess being the youngest junior in our class isn't easy. I have never seen a girl as quite as her, I have never once heard a word from her mouth. Not even when those two whores open their fowl traps and show they have no intelligence. But I will not corrupt my log by talking about those two. Back to my angel, I often wonder what she would sound like would her voice be soft and sexy like the rest of her. Would her voice be soft and musical or loud and annoying?

Today she dropped this book as she was walking I guess I'll give it back to her tomorrow at school. I was curious so I looked in it. Sketches it was full of sketches of youkai. Inu and Kitsune mostly and scenes of bloody battles. At the ninth picture, I dropped the sketchbook to the floor in shock it was a picture of me. I was standing in the courtyard looking at the school my long hair blowing in the breeze. It was amazing I was shocked how did she see me I did not see her not that day anyway. And believe me with my senses I can find her a miles away her scent is wonderful and unlike other ningen', she smells of apples and pears.

Damn my father is calling me for dinner.. Hate that but I'll see her tomorrow at school.

Oh, you want to know the name of my dark angel Kagome beautiful right. . .

Signed off. . . . .

Sesshoumaru sighs having to leave his enjoyable thoughts to be with his family. 'Kami I hate dinners with my family,' he thought. Stuffing his hands in his pockets, he walks into the dinning room and takes his seat.

As his stepmother sets a plate in front of him, his father speaks.

"So how is school going Sesshoumaru?"

"Fine father," he speaks coldly not really caring but knowing his father would not leave him alone until he got an answer.

"And you Inu Yasha?"

"Smooth dad smooth," came Inu Yasha's excited voice. The conversation was light at the table as Sesshoumaru became lost in his own thoughts about tomorrow. He looked down noticing his plate was empty and inwardly sighed. For some reasons his half brothers voice was more annoying than usual.

"May I be excused," he spoke not even waiting for an answer he got up and left the table. Sesshoumaru headed straight for the shower bathing and dressing for bed. When his head touched the pillow and he drifts off to sleep. A smile creeps across his face as he dreams of his favorite female.

Morning came quickly as he showered and dressed in black knee length jean shorts and a gray t-shirt. He tied his black combat boots and picked up his black bag. Entering the kitchen he grabs breakfast and rushed to his car. His black Saleen S-5 raced down the street to the school he was nervous about seeing her today.

Her sketchbook sat on the seat next to him he caressed it almost lovingly as he parked in front of the school. He spotted her right off she was dressed in a black and blood red dress with a splits up the side and long bell sleeves. Her hair hung freely down her back and she wore blood red stilettos today. 'I wonder why she all ways wear long sleeves' he thought as she walked right passed his car. 'Oh Kami that walk, is it possible for her to be anymore. .um. . erotic' He didn't even try to stop the low, lustful growl that rumbled from his chest, he jumped out his car calling after her.

"Kagome" he calls she stops than turns to him. Staring at her beautiful face he notices no emotions what so ever can be read in her eyes or on her face. Her aura is almost overwhelming the turmoil of her soul almost oozing from her body. 'Who could hurt her this bad? What could have happened that was this hurtful?' he questions himself as he looked deeply into her eyes getting lost.

Kagome was the first to look away turning her eyes to the ground. She sighed inwardly 'why won't youkai leave me alone?'