A/N: lol

Due to the fact that Naoya was taking a nap, I could only assume he didn't get any sleep after he had summoned that demon last night. Shockingly, he's not the type to pull all nighters, albeit, he can run on just an hour of sleep. I deduced that he wouldn't wake up until at least twelve, so I decided to go ahead and take a shower, despite his lewd suggestions from earlier. That Loki guy left anyway, so it wasn't like there was really anything else I could do. I would have rather taken a shower and get rid of that icky feeling before I settled down on my bed and enjoyed the sweet company of my precious laptop.

After stripping and stopping into the small shower, I noticed many bruises in various locations all over my body.

"I'm such a masochist," I sighed, but it really didn't bother me. The whole S&M thing can really spice up your sex life. At least, mine, anyway. I didn't mind all the hickeys, but shit, my ass felt horrible this morning. Not gonna lie, it is pretty fun lecturing Naoya about being more gentle with me. Every time he tells me to shut up, I tell him, "For eight thousand dollars a month, I will stop." In actuality, I doubted he was bothered by my teasing. He craved me more than Alpine Ibexes craved minerals. I'm not talking about all this just as an excuse to say more memes, if that's what you're thinking. Lel.

That shower was very relaxing, and I felt far more refreshed than I had when I had woken up. I could not, however, forget what Naoya and Loki were talking about during breakfast. Everything they said seemed legit, which is the reason why I was so nervous. Becoming the King of Bel sounded cool and all, but how would normal people react to that? A beautiful, memeing teenage boy gaining the power to control demons at will? That would go over quite well with everyone. I'm sure they could find a bigger memer, anyways. I heard something from that math freak at the Memer Convention last year. He said if "those stupid zeros" and "the zetta dumb composer" had come along, they would have won. I had no clue as to what that meant, but hey, better them than me. What do I know about being an overlord, much less the memelord of demons? Why can't Naoya do this and just become the 'furry lord' or something? He was the one who caused that Loki to show up in the first place due to his newly found interest in the dark arts. He'd be ecstatic to have all of that power. Or, speaking of that brunette pimp, why couldn't Loki be overlord? I mean, now that I think about it, couldn't anyone be the overlord if they had the power? I don't think being a memer or a pimp mattered when you are level 99 with high resistance to everything and everyone else is only level 50. Loki seemed to know more of what's going on than I.

I walked out of the bathroom with dripping wet hair and a towel wrapped around my waist. It had been over twelve hours since I touched any of my electronics, so I needed internet, and I needed it right then. Oh, and some clothes, too.

I walked towards my room and flicked the light-switch on, only to discover that my cousin was now lying awake on my bed, tapping away at his laptop. He peered at me from behind the computer and the red frames of his glasses, meeting my slightly startled gaze.

"Ne... need something?" I warily inquired. He was silent and continued to stare at me. What the hell?

I tiptoed towards the direction of my phone, never breaking eye contact. I looked away for a brief second to pick up my precious device only to turn around to find my cousin standing right in front of me, still staring directly into my eyes.

"Wha-whup-what-ye-YESSSS?" I screeched. He was being creepier than usually, and that was highly impressive.

He roughly grabbed my wrist, causing me to drop my phone. Thank the gods I decided to get that durable case instead of that super cute plastic one. (You can either get personality of durability, never both.) Naoya firmly pressed his lips against mine, causing me to gasp, allowing him to slip his tongue into my mouth. I whimpered, as I eventually stopped trying to push him away and started to clutch his shirt. I'll just take another shower later. It was when he pushed me down onto my bed when I heard a sleepy voice coming from the hall.

"Kazuuuu~? Did you take my laptop?"

The source of the voice poked his head around the doorframe and took in the scene before him.

"NAOYA?!"

"WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?!"

We both yelled at the same time, eyes turning to the guy in front of me, who was currently laughing. In a brief flash of light, the look-a-like that was standing there just a second ago was replaced with Loki.

"Y-you should have-! Ahahah- oh my go- I didn't think you would- ah well, I am quite alluring, even when I'm disguised as someone else! I was half surprised when you stopped trying to push me away! O-oh, you two should see the looks on your faces!" The demon laughed, pointing at us.

I quickly scrambled off the bed and ran behind the real Naoya, who had a mix of shock and anger displayed on his face.

"How the hell was I supposed to know you were Loki, you damn troll?! You, you didn't say anything, and, I mean, you suddenly kissed me, and I just assumed Naoya- you- were just in the mood to have sex, and-" Naoya cut me off there, turning around to look at my face.

"You let him kiss you?!" he yelled, a blush sprawled out across his angry face.

"Like- like I said! I thought it was you! Loki left before I went to shower, and he said he was gonna go pick up some hunnies, so I thought that was just you being all creepy and horny!" I tried to explain, with an equally red face and flustered expression.

Loki continued to laugh, causing us to turn to him with deadly glares. If looks could kill, that demon would be a pile of ashes right about now.

"Now now, I wasn't planning on doing anything~! Honest! I just wanted to have a little fun is all! You were so cute, I couldn't help myself! Ahahah!" The demon was either that oblivious or he was just ignoring the lethal aura that was emanating from my cousin and I? I couldn't tell.

"Fun?" I asked, "I thought you were gonna go find some 'fun' elsewhere with a bunch of girls of something?!"

He waved a hand. "Nah, honestly, I wasn't in the mood, so I just came back inside after wandering around the building for a few minutes. I heard the shower running, so I took Naoya's laptop while he was sleeping and decided to have some fun another way~!" he explained, grinning. There seemed to be something else hiding behind that smile, but I couldn't figure out what it was.

Naoya clicked his tongue, threw me over his shoulder and walked us back to his room, leaving Loki to stare back at us in genuine surprise.

"Wha- hey, wait, I was just-!" Naoya slammed the door before I could hear the rest of the pimp's protests. He set me down on the bed before he started to rummage through his bookshelves.

"Um, Naoya, whatcha-?"

"I'm sending him straight back to hell."

"Wha... seriously?" I was pretty peeved at the demon's actions, too, but, with the upcoming events, I say we should at least keep him around until I get the power to send him and all the other demons away. That makes me wonder... are there already other demons here, or does that all start tomorrow?

"Eeyup... Ah, found it." He pulled a rather thick leather-bound off of the top shelf. He came to sit beside me. He opened it up to the table of contents, skimmed through it, and flipped to a page titled, "How to Send Your Pesky Demon Back to Where He Belongs!"

"Uhhh... hey, maybe-"

"You cannot change my mind, Kazuya," Naoya cut me off in a curt manner.

I puffed out my cheeks, snatched the book out of his hand, and climbed onto his lap. He seemed to have suddenly remembered I was only wearing a towel as blood started to trickle out his nose when I childishly said, "Oh, come onnnnnn~!"

He looked away as a bright pink began to appear on his face and took the book back. He simply replied with, "Isn't that enough lewdness for one day?"

I had an irritated expression on my face as I rubbed the back of my neck saying, "Well, damn, that stuff usually works."

"Not today," he said with a smirk.

I sighed. "Look, believe it or not, I kinda think we need that troll. He knows more than we do about what's gonna happen, so, don't you think it'd be good to have him around?"

Suddenly, he retorted with a loud, "You cannot trust that guy!"

My eyes widened in shock. Loki's actions couldn't have made him that angry, could they? In mythology, Loki is known to be somewhat of a trickster, but he always cleans up after his messes. Him pulling pranks shouldn't actually be much of a surprise, and Naoya should know that. My cousin looked at me with an equally shaken look and looked down at the book as he muttered, "Why did I..."

I stood and walked over to a small crate in the corner of the room. I removed the lid, pulled something out, and strutted back to where my cousin sat.

"Dahling!" I spoke, imitating the haughty accent of the white unicorn plushy I held in my hands. Naoya got this one, Rarity, alongside some other pony plushies at Build-A-Bear Workshop. "You're just so tense. Let's go in there and chat over a cup of tea! You shouldn't let that immature joker push your buttons, dahling. You and I both know it would be highly advantageous to have him with us tomorrow, so I suggest that we keep him around at least until the end of the week. Sound good?" 'Rarity' said, 'kissing' Naoya on the forehead. He took her out of my hands and hugged her. He looked back up at me, shutting the book.

"Fine, until this whole ordeal is over. After that little stunt he pulled, I started getting this... strange feeling. I don't want him with us any longer than necessary."

I smirked. "You sure that was just jealousy? Don't worry, we can-"

Naoya shook his head, absolutely serious. "No, not that. Something about him is rubbing me the wrong way. I don't like it, but I agree. It would be in our best interest if he was with us during the upcoming events."

My cocky smile did not falter. "Mmhmm~ Well, now that that's settled, wanna have that tea party?"

Naoya stared at my chest. "Sure, after you put some clothes on. At the very least, you're not allowed to have more than eighty percent of your skin showing while in the presence of that bastard."

"Hm, fine."