Hey! This is a the Devil's a Parttimer fanfic ^^ I don't own the anime...and I have no idea why the two paragraphs are different fonts...o-o whatever. If you want to find out what the Devil's a Parttimer is, watch the 10 episode anime. It's awesome.

Emi arrived to work at MgRonald's late today.

She just got this job after being fired at her old job, being a telemarketer.

Maou had first offered this job to her, since him being the shift manager he could hire anyone.

Having the hero work in a position that was under himself overjoyed him.

Emi scowled, thinking of the times he'd asked her to do the worst of the jobs, just to toy with her.

But she couldn't say no, since, well, he was the manager.

The redhead pushed open the door, just to see everyone already taking orders and cooking the food.

She lowered her head and tried to slip past her co-workers, and into the staff room.

Emi made it to the door and sighed in relief. Maou probably wasn't here today. She got dressed in the MgRonald's attire, then opened the door to the kitchen, just to find a stern looking demon lord looking down at her.

"Were you late?" he frowned at her.

Emi rolled her eyes, "No. I was just sleeping in the staff room the whole night and woke up late." she replied sarcastically. Maou scoffed, "If you're late again, Yusa, you might be fired."

"If you bully your employees this way, you might also have a good chance of being fired also." Emi wasn't scared of being fired.

She could always kick his butt after work if she did, anyway.

Maou was about to give back a sharp retort when Chiho yelled, "Mr. Maou! We're running behind on a few orders!"

He looked back at Emi and narrowed his eyes, then jogged towards the cashiers.

The readhead waited for him to be of earshot before rolling her eyes again and mimicked in a high pitch voice, "If you're late again, you might be fired!"

Some of the cooks giggled but stopped when Maou glanced back sternly at them. Emi grabbed a mop and started mopping the grease and food bits on the ground.

Out of every job, she liked mopping the best.

It didn't take much effort, and you could listen to what other people were talking about while doing it. Beats cleaning the bathroom, at least.

After work, she waited at the intersection were Maou handed her an umbrella when he didn't know who she was.

Maou appeared riding his bike.

Emi scowled at him and crossed her arms, "You need to get off your high horse."

The demon lord ran a hand through his dark hair and let out an exasperated sigh, "You're such high maintenance."

He ducked as she threw her book bag at him and snorted, "You should be happy I haven't fired you yet."

Emi went and scooped her book bag up off the ground, brushing it off. "You're lucky I haven't reported how badly you treat your co-workers." she growled at him, "You're so mean." Maou rolled his eyes, "I'm a demon Lord. What more do you expect?"

Emi restrained herself so she wouldn't punch his face in, "Anyway, I just wanted to talk because I need some money."

Maou chuckled, "Really? Just after insulting me you ask for money?" The hero held up his wallet she'd somehow gotten from his pocket, "Who said I'm asking?" Maou almost fell off his bike.

"What? How'd you get that?"

"Rika taught me how to pickpocket."

"Give it back!"

"Pssh. I just needed $10. Here you go." Emi tossed it back to him after taking the money.

He narrowed his eyes and shoved his wallet back into his pocket. "Did you take anything else?"

Emi sighed, "Fine, if you insist." she tossed him his credit card.

The demon lord looked unamused. "You are despicable."

Emi hissed, "You're the despicable one!"

Maou squinted at her, "Well, I guess if you can call me despicable, I can call you Flat-Chest."

The next thing he saw was a close up view of her book bag, then he fell off his bike. "Ow!" Maou rubbed his forehead and smugly smiled as he watched her stalk off toward her apartment. "What a pain."

Emi flopped down on her couch in her apartment and turned on the TV.

That "demon lord" is pretty lame. S

he smirked to herself and pulled out her wallet to count the bills inside, her usual routine.

As she pulled out her wallet, she frowned. It was made of black leather and was a lot lighter than before.

Wait.

Her wallet was brown and white with a bunny on it!

Emi opened it quickly and searched the cards, only ending up with an ID with the stupid, grinning face of nobody other than her worst enemy.

"MAOU, YOU'RE GONNA PAY FOR THIS!"

The dark haired devil smiled as he tossed Emi's wallet and phone on the table.

Ashiya glanced at it, then went back to cooking. "Did you run into the hero again, my lord?"

Maou nodded, "She thought she could steal some money from me. She'll have to come back with the money and my wallet to get her's back." As if on cue, Emi's phone vibrated on the table, "That's probably her." He looked at the contact. Yup. It was his number.

"Heeeeellllo." Maou chirped when he picked it up.

"YOU STOLE MY PHONE AND MY WALLET?"

He put the phone away from his ear and put it on speaker, studying the charm that was attached to the side of the phone, "It's a nice phone. Do you mind if I keep it?"
"Do you mind if I break your phone so you'll have to pay the insurance on it?"

"What if I broke yours first?"

"...hmm I wonder how Chiho would react if I called her using your phone."

"She'll rip my throat out."

"...or if I called the police with this phone? I'm sure this will end well."

"Ergh."

"Oh, you're getting doubts now? Should I just change the contact names so you'll call the police instead of Chiho?"

"I'll throw your phone out the window."
"Go ahead. I'll still have your phone and that phone doesn't have a contract."

"Dammit."

"Uh-huh. I'll see you at work tomorrow."

Click.

Maou was beginning to think she was supposed to be the demon lord, not him.

He grumbled, "Whatever." then hung up his end of the line.