I do not own Ib or her parents or Garry ect.

Tell me what you think about this idea. If you readers don't like it, then I won't make more . If you do like it, I promise I'll try to make good chapters. Technically this is a series of oneshots... Oh well.

Thanks for reading!

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Guardian Angel: Introductions

In a New England hospital, a lavender-haired boy in his late teens leaned on the wall just outside the door of the delivery room. Ignoring the wails of the soon-to-be mother, the boy glanced down at the elegantly scripted letter in his hand. He re-read the note he practically knew by heart and sighed.

The letter read, 'Dear Garry: By order of the High Council of Angels, you are assigned to protect the life of Ib Kouri. Your duty is to watch over her and keep her from harm. – High Councilor Lady Blue'

The boy called Garry readjusted his position so his white feathered wings could stretch. He placed the letter in the pocket of his tattered trench coat when the wailing stopped. He glanced at the door just as the nurse rushed out. "Mr. Kouri, come meet your new daughter." she said.

A nervous looking man with rumpled brown hair and brown eyes bolted up from the plastic seat to the door in excitement.

Garry rolled his eyes as he pushed himself off the wall. He had seen this reaction more than 45 times before, so he was quite bored with it. "Might as well get this over with." he muttered, striding through the door as though it was air. "Just another child to babysit until my promotion."

He watched the nervous man and his tired wife coo over their new baby. The mother had ruby red eyes and long brown hair put up in a sloppy bun. In her arms was a pink blanket wrapped in a bundle.

"What shall we name her, dear?" Mrs. Kouri asked.

"How about Isabelle?" Mr. Kouri suggested.

A nurse shook her head at the same time as Garry. "That's too long of a name for such a little thing." the nurse chimed in.

"She's right, dear. How about we name her Ib?"

"That sounds charming." Mr. Kouri smiled at his wife happily.

Garry was starting to feel uncomfortable, being invisible to the couple. He strode forward confidently to get a closer look at the kid he'd be guarding 24/7. "Hello, there." he said, even though he knew he wouldn't be heard.

Between the folds of the blanket was a baby with soft tufts of brown hair on her head, pale skin, and crimson eyes that seemed solemn for a baby.

Garry melted at seeing the cute baby and smiled at her warmly. "Hello, little Ib. I'm Garry, and I'm going to be your guardian angel."