Chapter 3

Kyo Sohma sighed as he made his way through the crowded parking lot of the university towards his car. The nineteen year old college student had had and unusually rough day. Three tests, two he didn't know about until the class started. And he kept feeling like someone was stalking him, paranoia taking over every-so-often as he glanced around.

Another paranoia attack hit him as he opened the door of his car and he turned his head to look behind him. Like always, no one was there. Kyo shook his head before climbing into his car.

He went about himself the way he normally would: starting the engine, turning on the air conditioning, tuning in the radio. Only after he did all this did he notice he wasn't alone in his automobile.

"Gyaaaa! Holy Shit!" Kyo yelled, jumping more than a little.

Sitting in the passenger's seat was a young orange haired girl with big teal eyes and puffy white wings. Her eyes went wide as tears began to form at the corners.

"B-b-but that's a bad word!"

Kyo raised an eyebrow. The girl couldn't be much younger than 15 years old; most girls her age would be used to cuss words, heck, most used them on a daily basis. Kyo, however, was more weirded out by the fact she'd gotten into his car with out him noticing.

"Who are you and why are you in my car?"

The orange haired girl smiled, "I'm Strawberry…don't give me that look I didn't pick my name…I'm your guardian angel."

Kyo, who while the girl had been talking had driven out of the parking lot, fully intent to taking her to the police station for help, slammed on the brakes.

"You're my what?"

"Guardian angel," Strawberry replied, "Keep moving, you're going to get in an accident if you don't start driving again."

Kyo, still slightly in shock, started to drive towards his apartment. He constantly shot glances in the girl's direction, an awkward silence filling the space. Finally he spoke up.

"How am I supposed to believe you're an angel?" he asked, pulling in to a parking space in front of his building, "You could be just telling me that."

Strawberry pursed her lips, thinking about something she could say or do to get him to believe her.

"I know about the scar you have on your right inner thigh that your father gave you just before you went to live with Kazuma," Strawberry stated, reaching over to place her hand on the spot.

Kyo stiffened, only Kazuma, his father and the head of the Sohma household knew of that scar. Kyo glanced over at Strawberry. Maybe she wasn't lying. He sighed and shook his head.

"I just hope you don't mind eating instant ramen," the boy chuckled.

"Why?"

"I'm a college student you dork. That speaks for it's self."