Here's the sequel to "Maou's day off." So R&R. And Urushihara might be OOC in...all of this. This is also my first crossover. I own nothing but any OCs that appear in this story.
A job offer? Urushihara thought. Is this guy serious? He shuffled around in his box, it had been well over a month since he had been poisoned by Olba and almost died, but now he was back to full strength, and back to his former self. When he felt like he would never go back to sleep, he got up and stepped over Maou and Ashiya, walking into the living room and opening his computer. As he waited for it to turn on, he used the moonlight that shined through the window as a dimly lit lamp to look at notes he had scribbled into a notebook, which he kept hidden under his desk.
Should I do this? he asked himself as he opened a blank document and then the email he had recieved a month ago after he had returned from the hospital. If I do this, I could help repay the debt. But they'll probably have me change my hair and eye color; they might not approve of me having purple hair and eyes. He clicked on the Start button in the bottom corner of the screen and opened a program that he used when he needed to create a computer generated project; like his video game. He clicked on his saved files and opened an old file that he had been working on; typing in the notes in his notebook as Ashiya got up.
"Please do not tell me that you're watching porn on that machine." he yawned.
"If I was, you wouldn't be standing here in this room." Lucifer said. "You'll be on the floor in a petrified heap because of the sight before you." He clicked the 'Save' button on the file and pulled up his email list; clicking on the one that said it had a job offer. "What are you doing up anyway?"
"I was going to ask you the same thing." Ashiya said. "I thought that after you almost died, you would change your sleeping habits."
"Not going to happen." he said, clicking the reply button on the email.
Dear Mr. Rimoto, he wrote.
I am sorry I took so long to respond to your email reguarding a job off you sent me last month. And I offer even deeper apologies because I am not able to get a plane ticket to New York and meet with you.
He clicked send and almost immediately got a reply back.
Dear Mr. Hanzo, it read.
I understand that you will not be able to meet me in New York. And I'm okay with it. In all honesty, I work for my uncle, and his company has a branch in Japan that you can work from. I will see if he and I can make the trip to Japan to meet with you. If we can make the trip; give me a time and place to meet.
Happy that he still had a chance to get a job, he replied back and scheduled a meeting at the local coffee shop. The only thing he hoped was that this wasn't a scam. Because that was the last thing he needed at the moment.