Title: Hell's Angel

Pairings: Dark/Daisuke, Krad/Satoshi

Rated: T

Summary: What do you do when you want something that you can't get on your own? You get help of course. But not all help is necessarily good help. Or that's what he thought in the beginning. AU. DarkxDaisuke KradxSatoshi

WARNING: If you're very religious then you don't wanna read this story. It sets an image of God and the Devil that you might not like or take offence of. Do yourself and me a favor and leave right now.

A/N: This chapter isn't edited yet. I do have the edited version, but it's on my dad's computer. I'll replace it with the good version tomorrow.

Hell's Angel Chapter 1 – When You Talk About The Devil

Daisuke Niwa, sixteen years old and extremely tired. He had survived yet another day at school without making a fool out of himself in front of Dark Mousy, the guy he had a crush on. The guy who absolutely loathed him and the rest of the class. He and Krad Hikari were already seventeen, but they were in the same grade as him and his best friend Satoshi Hiwatari.

Not making a fool out of yourself is extremely difficult if you're as clumsy as Daisuke. It took a lot of energy and it didn't make his life any easier. Besides; Dark didn't care for him. Hell, he didn't care for anyone in their class, with the exception of his best friend Krad. He thought that they all were immature. Daisuke didn't stand a chance.

"God, do you hate me? And if you do; why? Can't you just help me this once, or at least send someone to help me? For all I care the Devil is going to help me," Daisuke sighed, dropping his schoolbag on his bed.

"You know, in Holland they have this saying: 'When you talk about the Devil, you'll step on his tail' I'm sure they mean something different with it, but it's rather appropriate," Daisuke turned around to find that the source of the voice was a female around his age with very long gold hair and eyes the color of ripe strawberries. She was sitting on his desk and studying her nails.

"You called?" she asked coolly. Shock got a hold of Daisuke. Who was this girl and what was she doing in his room?

"I-I didn't! Who are you?" he stuttered. She rested her chin on her intertwined fingers, eyes now fixed on his face.

"Duivel, diable, tépõfarkas, setan, diàvolo, ijin, diablo, the devil, whatever you want to call it. And I do believe you called me. If I remember correctly you said 'For all I care the Devil is going to help me'. God was busy, so here I am."

"The devil? You-you're… You're the Devil? But you're a girl!" Daisuke almost screamed.

"Who said the Devil had to be male? They do say evil was sent to earth to punish man in the form of a beautiful woman, so why couldn't the Devil be a woman?" she said irritated.

"What do you want from me?" he asked. The girl (or the Devil, as she claimed) shrugged.

"You wanted help, so I'm here to help."

"You don't even know what I want help with," Daisuke stated. She stared at him.

"Of course I do. You like this boy, Dark, but you're sure he doesn't like you. You want to find out if he likes you and make him like you. I believe that was it."

"How do you know that?"

She merely shrugged again, "I am the Devil after all."

She was still staring at him with her chin resting on her fingers. Daisuke sighed. It was true, he could use some help.

"And what do you want in return for that? My soul?" he asked suspiciously. The girl threw her hands in the air and sighed irritated.

"That's an image I just can't get rid off no matter what I try. Just because I was at a loss of souls in the 15th century doesn't mean I always steal peoples souls."

"At a loss of souls?" Daisuke asked. He was getting a little curious despite himself. The Devil nodded.

"Even Hell is bound to rules. We have to have a certain amount of souls or Hell will be closed."

"Wouldn't that be a good thing?"

"So all criminals and sinners can walk around in Heaven between the good people? I didn't think so. Hell is a necessary part of the universe, just like Heaven. It's not my fault those people go to Hell, they do it to themselves," she said.

"We're getting off topic, I asked what you wanted in return for your help. I don't believe you would do it without getting something in return," Daisuke stated. She slowly raised and nodded her head.

"I want to live inside your mind for a week. In return, I'll help you with almost everything you want," she slowly answered.

"W-what! In my… but why?" Daisuke was really surprised his jaw hadn't dropped yet.

"I get kinda tired of all the whiners I get. God gets all the fun ones and I'm stuck with the pathetic whiners. I wanna know what people are like, how they think, what they do. It's a new interest of mine. I could do it myself, in a new form, but that's difficult. It would take time to make friends and get to know everything about humans. You already have friends and know everything about humans. If I can sit in your head I don't have to do it myself," she explained.

"How exactly does it work?" Daisuke asked, not completely at ease with the idea of having the Devil in his head.

"I share a mind with you, but I also have my own body. It's merely that I'm going to sit in the back of your mind and see and hear everything you see or hear when I want to," she explained further.

"That doesn't sound so bad, but…" he trailed off. She sighed.

"But what?"

"Are you going to hear everything I think as well?" The girl smirked.

"I can already hear what you're thinking right now."

From nowhere a paper appeared in her hands, "So, do we have a deal?" Daisuke looked at the document in her hands and thought about it again. She didn't seem as evil as everyone made the Devil look, but was this really a good idea? Choices, choices. Then he decided; ah, what the heck. As long as it didn't concern his life or soul, what did he have to lose?

"Deal," he said firmly. She grinned and handed him the document. Now what? Did he have to sign it with his own blood?

"How do I sign it?"

"With a pen," she said, pointing at a pen that was miraculously floating in the air next to him.