DISCLAIMER: Despite the ridiculous resemblance to Angelic Layer and a rather obscure Yu-Gi-Oh! reference, we own nothing. Savvy?

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Shadow was in the kitchen of their dark apartment in a rather bad mood, rooting around for food, when the front door opened and Dark thundered in, dumped the laptop on the couch, grabbed a nearby pot, filled it with water.

"What the fuck are you doing?"

"Someone's in a happy mood," Dark observed. "I'm just making sure my new angel gets its prescribed dose of water."

Quickly, he pulled the angel out of his pocket, dumping it into the pot, then set the pot on the counter. Shadow sighed, rubbing his forehead.

"Okay, so you tripped over one too, huh?"

"Actually, no, some old dude gave it to me."

"I see."

"You do? Great. What are we doing about hair and stuff?"

"Unsold merchandise, I suppose. I've kept the stuff I didn't sell."

"Why didn't you return it?"

Shadow only gave Dark a pitying glance at this innocent question, then went into his room to get the things he had stolen, but hadn't managed to sell.

"Uh…Shadow, do you know how to use that stuff?"

"Shut up!" Dark found the door slamming on his face as Shadow tossed a bag out at him. "Shut up and work it out on your own!"

In the darkness of his room, however, Shadow was desperate.

"How do I use this? What do I do?"

He grabbed one of the hair pieces at random, trying to make it stick on the angel's head. He was lucky in that it automatically stuck. However, he wasn't quite so lucky on other fronts.

"Aw, man…of all the hair I could have chosen, why the hell'd I have to grab the white one?"

Mentally kicking himself in the shins, he began to pick out clothes from those that lay scattered on the bed. Pretty. Yes, pretty, he wanted the outfit to at least look nice, not like spandex. And fairly easy to move in. Well hey, he had unwittingly grabbed the wrong hair, so he might as well make up for it somehow. Maybe he could make it look younger.

"Daaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaark, where's the hair gel?"

"Wherever you left it, dear," came the not-so-serious reply from the kitchen, closely followed by hysterical laughter.

"You tell me where the hair gel is, woman!"

"Now that," Dark said, sobering, "is getting personal. Why do you want it? You never use it anyway."

"Well, my angel's going to be using it!"

"Bathroom, top drawer, far right."

Still muttering darkly to himself about smart-ass friends, Shadow made his way to the bathroom, located the hair gel, and retreated to his room, flicking on the light so that he could see well enough to style the angel's hair.

"That looks like Malik from…ah, I can never remember the name of that show," Dark said, coming up behind him. "The white hair and all. You've even cut it to the same length."

"Fine, then. I'll call her Marik, since she's a girl. Fair enough?"

"I suppose. Anyway, I'll be back. Toodles, dearie!"

Ducking to avoid a pillow thrown at his head, Dark quickly retreated back to the kitchen. Taking his angel out of the pot, he looked it over. "Kinda looks like an alien of some sort…" he said as he grabbed a dish towel and began to dry it off. "Oh well. Time to see what's in mystery bag number one!"

Opening the ziplock bag and dumping out an assortment of hair, Dark looked over the different colors that were presented to him. "Ok…this should be easy…first, picking out the hair. Now let's see…"

Shifting through the different colored hair, Dark picked one up.

"Too pink."

"Too blue."

"Too red."

"Too brown."

And thus this went on for some while until, "Hey! A purple one! Just like me! Hehehe!" Reaching for the hair and putting it on, Dark turned his head and shouted, "Hey Shadow! Guess which color hair I found!"

"Which one?"

"I got…uh…" Turning his head around, Dark stared at his angel. "Uh…"

"Well? Spit it out already!"

"…black…"

"…so original, aren't you?"

"SHUT UP!"

Sighing and turning to look at his angel, Dark lifted a strand of the long black hair. "Ah well. At least hair is hair," he said to himself as he pulled out a drawer and shuffled around for some scissors. "Now what kind of hair style? Hm…Maybe this…? Or this? Oh, I could make it really long! Then I could whack people with it!" Pausing for a minute with the scissors holding the hair at shoulder length, he turned to face Shadow's room. "Hey Shadow! Guess what?"

"What?"

"My angel's hair length is going to be really, REALLY-"

SNIP.

"'Really what', Dork?"

Dark stared at his angel, who now had straight shoulder length hair. "Really…short."

"…STOP CALLING ME!"

"Ok, ok! Yeesh! Grumpy! Someone needs a nappy poo!"

"SHUT UP! SHUT UP! DO YOU EVER SHUT UP?"

"No."

"Right. I knew that."

Laughing as he turned back to his work, Dark grinned at his angel. "Well, at least it's something," he said as he picked up the scissors again. "Now how to do bangs? Maybe…uh…oh crap. I don't know…" Fumbling with his scissors, Dark twisted and turned, trying desperately to make bangs, but at the same time failing miserably. "…ok…I'm going to stop now before I can possibly make this any worse." The bangs he had created were unequal in length. The left side had one long strand of black hair down the right side of the face while the rest were shorter, ending in varying lengths to the eyebrow with one slightly longer strand of hair coming down the left side of the face. Stepping back and holding his angel out for him to see, he tilted his head and smiled. "It actually doesn't look half bad," he said to himself. "Maybe I should go show Shadow."

"DON'T EVEN THINK ABOUT BOTHERING ME!"

"Or not," Dark muttered. "Oh well. Now I guess I have to use that laptop thingy. Ok…no problem. I use technology all the time. No sweat. Except for the one time I blew up the microwave and the oven and the refrigerator all at once while trying to make a burrito."

"NO TECHNOLOGY, DARK!"

"…I didn't hear you!" Dark laughed as he jumped over the couch and landed next to the laptop. Setting it up with the chair as a makeshift coffee table, Dark plugged in the laptop and turned it on. Setting up a small platform with two rings hovering over it creating a golden glowing cylinder, Dark read the screen's instructions as he sat his angel next to him. "Place…the…angel…in…the…platform between the two rings. Ok. No problem." Gently lifting his angel and placing it in the golden cylinder, Dark smiled at it as it floated calmly. "Ok…now what does it say? 'Emphasize speed or strength…big or small'? Hm…" Looking over at his angel, Dark thought about it for a minute before an idea finally hit him. "I want it to be small…small like Shadow's always saying I am. And fast! So she can dodge anything! So…emphasis on speed…" Grabbing the mouse, Dark clicked the little meter that said, "Speed" until it wouldn't go up anymore. "There! That should do it!"

"DARK! ARE YOU BEING AN IDIOT?"

"…maybe not that fast. But still some speed." Taking the meter down a little more, Dark smiled. "Ok…now for a name…a name…" Looking at his angel and then looking outside, he smiled and carefully typed in:

R-A-I-N

Instantly, the cylinder began to glow and, as if by magic, the angel slowly formed itself a face and a human looking body. And finally, with a small "zeep", the eyes slowly opened to reveal aqua eyes and a small smile.

"All right! She's done! My angel is done!" Dark cried happily as he took her out and looked at her. "Wow…my own angel…"

"DARK! STOP BEING AN IDIOT!"

"OK, OK, FINE!" Dark yelled as he sat back down. Turning back to his angel, he smiled. "Rain…it's good to meet you."

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R and R!