Author Note: I absolutely love this anime and I'm excited that they are going to start to release the light novels in English. So until they do, here's some MaouxEmi fan fic I wrote because the anime sort of took over my life for a little while.

"Thank you, come again!" Sadao Maou politely said, handing the customer his to-go bag of MgRonald's burgers and fries. Walking around to the front door, he turned off the OPEN light and proceeded to lock up the doors. The other two employees left promptly and it was just Maou in the restaurant alone. He went back to the break room and proceeded to change back into his regular clothes. Making sure all lights were turned off, he smiled at the note Chiho slipped into his locker before she left earlier in the day and began to walk home. Slightly ahead of him was a familiar red haired hero who seemed to be coming from work as well. She was standing at the crosswalk, waiting for the light to permit her to go across. Maou cautiously approached her, she always yelled at him, and he knew why, but no amount of apologies could ever fix what he had done. He calmly walked up next to her and waited, trying his best not to look at her and give her a reason to yell at him.

"Hello Maou," Emi said flatly

"Good evening Emi," Maou returned, trying to be nice. The light turned green and they crossed the street, Emi being very careful to not stand too close to him. Maou trying his best to respect her wordless demands walked at almost an angle to try and not be near her. As they both reached the other side, Maou turned one way and Emi went the other.

"Goodnight Maou," Emi expressionlessly called to him

"Good…goodnight Emi!" Maou quickly returned, not wanting to seem rude. Maou watched as she disappeared around the corner. She was an astonishing woman, and he found himself growing fonder of her every day they were in Japan together. Whether she felt the same was a mystery, but he hoped that one day she would be able to forgive them and they could move on.

Maou's House

As Maou returned home late, he found Ashiya and Urushihara sleeping on the floor. On the small table in the center of their one bedroom home was a small plate of food that was presumably saved for Maou for when he returned. He sat down quietly and ate, trying not to wake his two housemates who were snoring rather loudly. Cleaning up his dishes, he thought about Emi, which was a common occurrence. He thought about her long, beautiful, hair. He dreamt about running his hands through it and twirling it around his fingers. Shaking himself out of his fantasy, he laid down and tried to go to sleep, still thinking about the red headed hero who plagued his dreams with her sweet smile and soft touch. If only she looked at him like that when he wasn't dreaming.

"Wait," he thought to himself, "what are these feelings?" he looked at his hands as he sat up, "could I possibly be falling for Emilia the hero? The hero who has sworn to destroy me no matter what? The hero who has caused me nothing but trouble?" he ran his hands through his messy black hair and just sat there deep in thought.

Emi's House

As soon as Emi turned the corner she practically ran to her apartment.

"That was close," she thought to herself, breathing heavily as she walked into the front door. Her heart continued to flutter long after she calmed down from the run. Her mind went back to the crosswalk where she waited next to a Demon Lord who had killed her father and burned her home to the ground. Yet she felt something else besides hate and detest as she stood not even a foot away from him. Since they've arrived in Japan, Emi has been desperately searching for a reason to kill Maou, to wipe him out and finally take revenge on him for what he did so many years ago. But somehow, she found no reason, he was innocent, he rebuilt a city that was destroyed because of Urushihara, and once again when Mitsuki attacked. He even went as far as to rescue her, and save her from being tortured. What was this feeling? Gratitude? Something more?

Emi made herself some simple noodles and after cleaning up, changed into a simple pair of pajamas. All the while, Maou seemed to sneak up in her mind, his goofy smile, bright eyes, and tousled hair,

"Why am I thinking about him?" Emi scolded herself, "He is a Demon Lord, and deserves to be punished for his actions on Ente Isla," Emi continued, trying to talk herself back into hating him. Falling onto her bed, she laid there and wondered about what could happen if she did decide to forgive him. Could they ever be friends?

"Could we be something more?" Emi whispered out loud.

The Next Day

Emi sat at the call center and listened to clients ramble and complain about problems that were either completely out of her control, or they were too inept to understand themselves. Slightly spinning in her chair, she listened to a customer complain about a problem that was clearly meant for another department. After redirecting the confused lady, Emi just sat at her small desk thinking about a demon boy who made her second guess her purpose in life. The call center began to empty out as the girls left to go home and being one of them, Emi, followed the small crowd of girls as she changed and prepared to go home. Emi walked to the same crosswalk where she would often see Maou. By going to this one, it would take her longer to get home, but it gave her an excuse to see him… or check on him, as she like to think.

"Hello Emi," Maou greeted cheerfully

"Hello Maou," Emi reciprocated, showing a slight smile. Maou was taken aback by her friendliness but was awestruck by her beautiful smile.

"How was your day?" Maou forced out, fumbling with his fingers

"It was fine," Emi politely replied, "How was yours?"

"Oh! Nothing too interesting happened, you know, the same old stuff," he sheepishly said, rubbing the back of his head, "Say, um Emi, do you have a day off tomorrow?"

"I do, why do you ask?" Emi cautiously asked

"Well, if you weren't busy, or had other plans with friends, maybe you would like to come with me to this park that I found walking around one day, it's really nice, and I think you'd like it," he started to babble, tripping over his words

"I would like that," Emi slightly blushed, but quickly turned so he wouldn't notice. The light turned green and they silently walked across the crosswalk, no longer trying to keep their distance from each other.

"I'll see you tomorrow around noon then!" Maou called out, with a huge grin on his face

"Yes, I will see you tomorrow. Goodnight Maou," Emi tried her hardest to conceal a smile that quickly grew as soon as she was out of sight.

Tomorrow

"Emi I know you hate me. No, she'll never believe me," Maou walked over to Emi's apartment and practiced what he was going to say to her thousands of times, unable to find the right words, "I'm so sorry I killed your father, if I could go back," Maou shook his head, "I really am an idiot, I have no clue what to say." When he got to Emi's apartment, he found her already waiting outside, "Emi I'm so sorry to keep you wait-" he finally got up to her and was unable to speak because of how beautiful she looked. Her hair was slightly braided to keep it from falling in her face, and her outfit consisted of white shorts and a flowing pink top, "-ing," he tried to finish the sentence he started.

"Don't be sorry, I'm early," she slightly smiled. They walked together to the park and talked the entire time, most happened to be polite small talk, but there were no awkward silences. Emi and Maou exchanged glances throughout the walk, nervous glances at first, but soon it was as if they were close friends, smiling and laughing. Maou loved to hear her laugh, it was light, airy, and whenever she laughed, he found himself unable to contain a smile.

The park was the most beautiful park Emi has ever seen. The cherry trees were in full bloom and the petals would fall into the gentle stream that traced and swirled around the park. A tiny wooden bridge led to an island with a bench covered by the pink trees. They walked through the dark green grass and over the small wooden bridge where she traced her fingers along the carved names of lovers from the past. Maou led her to the bench where petals fell from above. It was not only the most amazing sight, but the most romantic. Maou sat down and patted the spot next to him; Emi nervously sat down on the opposite side of the bench. Emi stared at the river flowing in front of them for a while before she looked over and noticed that Maou was staring at her, with kind eyes, and a simple half-smile.

"Um Maou," Emi carefully said

"Yes?" he dreamily replied, still staring at the gorgeous girl that sat inches away from him

"Maou I need to talk to you," Emi quickly looked down trying to avoid his gaze. Maou shook himself out of his trance and a concern look washed over his face

"Is it about back in Ente Isla?" he scooted closer to her so their legs touched, "If it is, I know there are no words to describe how sorry I am, I know nothing I say will ever make it better, and you have every right to be mad at me, and I understand if you never want to speak to me again," he looked into his laps and his hands started to shake, "but I just want you to know that I will do anything to make it up to you, anything you want I'll-" he was cut off by a set of lips that tasted like strawberry. He looked at the girl currently kissing him and about fell off the bench when he realized it was Emi. When she went to pull back, there were tears in her eyes. But before she could say anything, Maou placed his hand under her chin and guided his lips to hers. He pressed his lips deeper into hers, gently licking her bottom lip to get a reaction. She parted her lips in surprise and he took that moment to slowly enter her mouth. She subconsciously tilted her head so their kiss could go deeper. Eventually, they pulled back for air, and stared into each other's eyes.

"I want to forgive you Maou," Emi started to cry. Maou used his thumb to wipe away her falling tears and pulled her into his arms, "But when we go back, we'll have to fight again, and we'll be enemies,"

"Then let's not go back," Maou whispered to her, gently looking into her eyes for an answer, "Let's stay in Japan where we don't have to fight,"

"But-," now it was Emi's turn to be cut off as Maou's lips molded over hers and sent a shock of pleasure through her veins. She kissed back, unable to go against the feelings she has for him.

So together they sat there, the Demon Lord and the Hero, sitting on a wooden bench under the falling petals of a blooming cherry tree, stuck in each other's embrace.