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"Well, that's just great," Shadow snapped, standing irritably. "So now we need 5000 dollars, or else a lot of energy and a good head start."
"Well, that's okay," Dark smiled. "Why don't we just go home for now?"
"Yes…" Shadow sighed, stretching. "Let's go home."
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Shadow stood outside the Piffle Princess, contemplating it coolly. He glanced at the sack on his back, then considered his shoulder length black hair in the store's window.
"Damn, this is irritating. Maybe I should grow it out."
But, no time for that Pausing only to adjust his bag (and his smile), he neatly slipped through the door, past the oblivious owner (yeah, the one who was just opening shop) and into the back room.
Jackpot.
Smirking very slightly at the shopkeeper's dumpy figure, he set about filling up the sack, keeping an eye on the door all the time. Well, the shopkeeper didn't notice a thing, but his dog sure did.
"Hey! Hey, you rotten little thief!"
With a turn of speed surprising in one so wide of girth, the shopkeeper was thundering towards Shadow. Quickly, Shadow raised the window and jumped out, into the neighboring alley, and ran for it. Standing and fighting was all very well but not when there was potentially money to be had, and also a gigantic dog on his heels. Pausing only briefly to turn around, Shadow flashed an impudent grin at the flagging shopkeeper.
"Nice doing business with you, fatso!"
The dog's bark reminded him of something only slightly important: his life. Quickly, he took off, still grinning to himself. He lost the shopkeeper, he lost the dog, and he had turned onto a path that bordered a canal and was dashing for sweet freedom when his foot connected with a hard, rotund object and he went crashing to the hard concrete.
"Oh, fucking hell!"
Cursing and wincing as he rubbed a very sore back, he turned to glare at the object over which he had tripped. And stared.
"An…egg…?"
An egg. Oh, the humiliation…still, it might be worth something. He reached over and picked it up, then stood, examining the shell, which was clear, with a yellow band around it and two wings protruding from its sides.
"Oh, so you're an angel egg."
He sighed, tossing it up and down a few times, then headed off again.
"Okay, so let's see if we can sell you and not raise any suspicions."
With another sigh, he started walking. Unfortunately for him and his little plan, however, he then proceeded to trip over a loose bit of pavement and drop the egg, which fell into the canal.
"SHIT! I WAS GOING TO EAT OFF OF YOU, YOU KNOW!"
All the curses in the world, however, would not bring back his potential money. With a pop, the egg split open and out came a blank, hairless, faceless doll, which bobbed to the surface of the water.
"Well, that's just great. Now I've got myself an angel."
Selling it as it was never occurred to him and he picked it up out of the water, tucking it into a pocket.
Life was incredibly cruel.
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Meanwhile, Dark was in his own little world as he happily walked to the store he was going to heist despite the heavy rain running down from the sky. "Yep! Just another day and another store! Hahahaha!" As his laughter died, Dark paused to stare at a group of kids comparing their angels with each other under the shelter of an awning.
"My angel is better than yours!"
"No, mine is!"
"You're both wrong. You both know that my angel could kick your ass down the street and two blocks over."
Turning away from the kids as they continued to fight, Dark sighed and rolled his eyes.
"Ah, children today. What a mess this world is." Shifting his backpack over to his other shoulder, he continued on his way towards the Piffle Princess located in the district he was in. He would meet up with Shadow later after selling whatever he could out of whatever he stole. Sometimes he couldn't sell all of his stolen goods. In those rare cases, he would just drop them off at the store before the storeowner arrived the next day.
At least, in some small way, he wasn't being a bad thief.
"That's right! A thief of justice and truth!" he exclaimed, happily pounding a fist into the air. "Or…something like that."
Finally arriving at his target, Dark paused to take a deep breath before putting his hand on the knob. Then, turning it slowly, he muttered to himself what he always said before a theft.
"They're just a huge corporation. They're not going to miss what I take."
Stepping inside, Dark plastered on his big smile. "Hello! Don't mind me, I'm just browsing."
Thus began the plan. Get in, take what you could, and then get out. Simple.
Right?
"Oh, hello, son. What can I get for you today?"
Blinking in surprise, Dark stared down an old man standing behind a counter containing all the angelic layer items in the store. "Uh…"
Peering through one eye behind a pair of half-circle glasses, the store keeper smiled and patted his counter. "Don't be shy, son. Come on in. Whatever you need, I probably got. Ha ha ha. Say, have you heard of angelic layer?"
Dark nodded as he stepped up the counter. There was no way he would be able to take anything from this man now. And also…
"You're really old."
Laughing with amusement, the shop keeper patted his balding head. "Yes, I suppose so," he said calmly. "Time changes me and everything around, you know? Sooner or later, son, time will start to change you. For the better, I hope. But to business. Did you need anything?"
Sighing, Dark shook his head. "No…Not really," he said sadly. "I kind of wanted some angelic layer things, but you know. The whole thing about guys and how they don't really play and all."
"Hm?" The old man raised an eyebrow. "Now, that's not true, son. You know it isn't. Don't you like angelic layer?"
"Angelic layer is my way of life," Dark replied happily. "But my friends…"
"They make fun of you, eh?" the old man said. "Ah…hey come here for a minute." As Dark stepped up to the counter, the old man bent over and when he returned, he presented Dark with an old model of-
"A…An angel egg?"
The old man smiled and pushed the egg towards him. "That's right," he said. "It's an old version of an angel. No one's bought this egg for a long time now. I've about given up hope. But if you want, you can have it for free."
Instantly, Dark shook his head and waved his hands. "No, I couldn't."
"Oh, come on. You know you want it. Just make sure you open it in lots of water. And here. I'll ever give you the laptop needed for it." Pushing over a small blue laptop with the words "Angelic Layer" printed across it, the store keeper smiled at Dark.
"Ok!"
Taking the egg with care in his hands, Dark smiled shyly as he bowed to the storekeeper.
"Thank you very much!" he called as he waved and headed for the door. "I promise I won't let you down!"
As he ran out the door and down the street, he noticed it was raining harder. "It just won't let up, will it?" he asked as he stared up at the sky.
He never saw the soda bottle in the middle of the sidewalk.
"AIEEEE!"
THUMP
CRACK!
Time seemed to freeze as Dark stared up from the cement. A little bit of rain was NOT "lots of water". Picking himself up, Dark slowly headed towards the faceless angel as it lay on the ground, the rain pouring down its body and face, its limbs spread out in all directions. Beside it and in several other places shattered pieces of egg lay strewn about. The shell never had a chance.
"So much for not letting him down."
Sighing heavily, Dark picked up his angel. "I'm sorry. I'll get you in water as fast as I can."
And with that, he took off down the street, angel in hands and laptop under his arm, leaving his empty backpack and shattered shell pieces behind.
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R and R!
