Author's Note: Man... I should've written more of chapter two before releasing chapter one. Oh well, here is the second chapter! I'm actually really enjoying writing this story so hopefully you enjoy it too. I brought and read the first light novel too, can't wait to read more. (There is currently 13 in Japan :O ).

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Chapter Two: The Devil is a Full-Timer

Today was rather busy compared to the day before. The queues were long and the customers were demanding, but all Chiho could think about was were her photo had gone. The night before, Chiho had hatched a little plan to potentially increase her chances with Maou recognising her as a woman rather than co-worker and step up their relationship. Sadly for her, nothing came of it, but the little photo she took of herself in her underwear was gone. Albeit the photo was blurry, but it was clearly her and she was clearly in nothing but a loose bra and underwear, posing in front of a mirror.

Maou Sadao was smiling away, receiving orders and delivering meals, but he couldn't help feeling guilty. When Chiho had spent a strangely long time in her bathroom to change, he had peeked into her drawer. The first thing his eyes had laid upon was a strange blurry photo. He picked it up to inspect and noticed it was Chiho. The door flung open and in a state of panic, he shoved the photo into his pocket and stared out the window nervously.

The next thing he felt oddly guilty for was that when he woke in the morning, his first sight of his co-worker was a rather erotic one. The covers had been thrown down to her feet during the night while her nipples were creating eye-drawing bumps through her pyjama shirt. His morality was telling him to look away, but his devilish self was enjoying the lewd imagery.

Perhaps he shouldn't feel guilty, but that was the sort of man he was. A demon lord filled with guilt, strange isn't it?

"Hello, may I take your order?" Chiho smiled towards her customer, repeating the phrase that had been drilled deep into her brain ever since she started working at the fast food establishment. The woman standing in front donned a familiar grey vest and purple bow. Her magenta hair rolled down over her back as she ran her hand through it. The lime coloured eyes looked down to the cashier, a small smile widening upon her face. Emi Yusa brushed her hands down her vest, making sure it was clean of any unwanted hairs or crumbs.

She flicked her hair once more before answering Chiho. "Oh Chiho! I'll take the Big Mig Meal please." She snuck a glance at her arch-nemesis smiling politely towards the customers in front of him. His fingers swiftly glided along the cash register, knowing what to press off by heart. Emi didn't want to admit, but the devil lord has some fearsome abilities.

"What will you be having for the drink?" Chiho asked, beaming up at the customer. Emi continued to stare at the demon serving a warm burger neatly packaged in a small box. Fries that were the perfect colour to make your mouth water and a large drink of Coco-Cola with condensation running timidly down the sides. "E-Excuse me Ma'am." The busty brunette spoke up politely. Emi snapped back to the conversation she was meant to be having.

"Eh? Oh uh, I'll take a Coco-Cola!" Yusa mumbled. "Oh and make that a medium too." Chiho nodded. She was acting like a wonderful employee just doing her job – which she was – but at the same time, her brain was working overtime to understand what Emi wanted with Maou so badly.

Chiho finished the transaction and asked Emi to patiently wait at the side of the counter for her meal. The next customer stepped up in line and began to spout out her order to Chiho. Emi continued to glare at the devil as he bowed to the customer who was collecting their food.

Maou felt a sharp pain in his neck, a cold shiver running down his back. A true demon was watching him. He took a leap of faith and quickly glanced to his right, seeing the lime eyes pierce his own demonic soul. He was trained to stay calm in these situations. It was much like the segment in his employee handbook. If a dangerous animal ever walked into the building, he should evacuate customers before himself. Maou began scanning the room, calculating how many customers were in the store and how long it would take him to get them all outside.

"Uh… Mr. Maou…" A soft voice floated from a lower level. "A customer is waiting…" The voice spoke once more.

What about his fellow employees. Surely they will follow the handbook too, but who should leave last. It should probably be himself and Chiho should leave first, after all, he has tremendous power… Sometimes.

"M-Maou…" Chiho began to tug on his shirt slightly.

If the situation called for the use of magic, should he use it? Would it be wise to do so? To protect others, absolutely! As a last resort, absolutely! Although, Ashiya would probably have a fit if he used too much in public.

Chiho reached up and slapped him softly on the check, knocking him straight back to reality. "Eh… HUH?!" He exclaimed, realising he'd left a customer waiting for her order to be taken and Chiho was already busy with her line too. "I sincerely apologise! May I please take your order?" Sadao spoke frantically, bowing apologetically a multitude of times. The customer didn't seem mad, in fact, she giggled.

The brunette went back to speaking with her customer immediately afterwards, but still kept a firm eye on the 'hero' who was now seated at a far window seat, eyes locked onto Maou as if he were her prey. That probably wasn't too far off.

The day continued mostly uneventfully with Chiho still worrying about the photograph, Maou still feeling guilty and Emi still watching them from her table. She finished her meal a while ago, but she was still watching Sadao closely. "Um, Mr. Maou…" Chiho whispered to her left. Maou nodded in her direction. "Why do you think Emi is here? And why is she being so creepy?"

"I'm not too sure, but she is definitely frightening…" Sadao groaned as the last customer left with their takeout bag in hand. The place was still busy with customers eating, but no one at the counter. Chiho and Maou took this time to quietly talk to one another. "Thanks again for last night. It was really nice of you to do that."

Chiho blushed, clapping her hands together and swaying slightly, but Satan didn't pick up on any of it. "I'm uh… Hehe… I'm glad I could be of help to you. After all, you're always helping me out here." The brunette slowly raised her hands up to cover the ever-growing smile on her face.

A loud crash sounded out from a table across the restaurant. A certain magenta-haired woman had dropped her bag and dining tray off the table, snapping the teenage girl out of her sudden fantasies. Maou, being the star employee, rushed from behind the deserted counter to help the troubled demon… woman.

"Are you okay, Ma'am?" He asked with his best manners. Emi screwed up her face at the sight of a demon with better manners than majority of the church she trained at.

Yusa picked up her things before Maou could even attempt to help. "I'm. Fine." She snarled, clenching her things tightly.

Among the population of the fast food establishment, voices could be heard saying things like, 'How rude of her.' 'He was only trying to help.' 'What a bitchy woman.' 'What a nice young man.' Emi took this as deep as a knife in the gut. She was getting fed up with the Satan always getting on the good side of the public. She hastily stood up and left the restaurant, flinging her bag over her shoulder. She was embarrassed to say the least, but she wasn't going to stick around to hear more people ridicule her.

Sadao was confused, but he simply returned to his post. "I have no idea what goes through her mind…" He sighed, folding his arms in thought.

Chiho laughed into her arm. "Me neither, but same goes for you."

"Wha-?! I'm not that cryptic! Please tell me I'm not that cryptic!" Maou threw his arms up. Protesting with all his might.

"Fine, fine!" Chiho laughed aloud. "But… Do you find that I'm cryptic, or confusing?"

Sadao had an honest thought about this matter for a good ten seconds before coming up with a response. "Yes!" He spoke with such confidence and a large smile that Chiho couldn't even try to be upset, she just laughed some more. Her fists clenched, but she continued to smile his way.

The day carried on, customers came and went, but they stayed in their positions for most of the day. Typically they would change stations with others throughout the day, but everyone was perfectly fine with what they were doing, the manager didn't seem to care either. Chiho was thanking the Gods that she could be beside Maou all day, although they couldn't talk when there were customers around, she just felt happy simply being next to him.

Every so often, that picture would drift into her mind. Where was it? She had been tempted to ask Maou, but if he didn't know it existed, she would get extremely embarrassed. What if it was still in that drawer and she simply looked over it? That was a possibility, but then again, there was also the possibility that it had been stolen in the night. Unlikely, albeit, but there was always a chance.

During his short lunch break a few hours earlier, Maou picked out the picture from his pocket. His eyes laid upon the curves of her body and the large mounds that hung from her chest. The lingerie didn't fit her body right, but Maou was too busy gazing at the sight to realise. He would never act this way in public, but even the demon king had as weaknesses. He felt bad about it, but his eyes wouldn't look away. After a good minute of shouting apologies to Chiho in his head, his hands dropped the picture. He nervously grasped at it in the air. He was almost shaking, scared of what Chiho would do to him if she discovered he had the photo. She obviously took it for someone to see, but Maou was sure it ended up in the wrong hands. He decided it was best to hold onto it. Not for his own pleasure, but so it didn't end up in the wrong hands of someone untrustworthy, unlike the demonic demon lord. If he ever gets invited back into Chiho's house, he'll simply put it back and hope she never realises it's missing. His plan was perfect.

Skipping to the present time, Maou gently felt up his pocket, making sure it was still securely inside. If it somehow slipped out now and Chiho saw it, he wouldn't be able to return to work and that would absolutely screw up his attendance record and his employee of the month streak. He was beginning to sweat, now fully understanding that the item in his pocket could determine whether he lives or dies. It sat on the borderline of life and death, teetering with every step he takes. Without a job, he wouldn't be able to pay for food or the expensive bills Urushihara piles up. Not only that, but Chiho might get so embarrassed that she could never come to work again either, then she finish school and wind up living the recluse life that Urushihara was sleeping through.

Maou cleared his throat, hoping it would clear his mind too. He realised that he was lately letting himself go on too many tangents. The last customer was leaving right at closing time. All the employees were about to leave, but Chiho and Maou. Maou was staying behind for two reasons. The manager put him in charge of locking up and he often liked to clean up a little after his shift. He felt it was just another unspoken duty. Chiho stayed behind for only one reason, Maou. There was no storm today, so getting him to stay over was rather unlikely and he was probably itching to go home before Ashiya tears the city down looking for his demonic overlord, but she wanted to ask him something.

Sadao Maou wiped down the last table before packing up the cleaning supplies. Chiho fidgeted with her fingers whilst waiting. He stretched and smiled towards his co-worker. "Another good day, right Chi?" He laughed. She nodded with a small smile. "You did great today." She nodded once more with the same smile.

"U-Uh… Mr. Maou…"

"Hm?"

"I… Want to ask you something…" Her voice was soft as she moved closer to her senior. "Am… I really that cryptic?"

Maou smiled, realising it wasn't anything that serious like she was making it out to be. "Of course! But don't worry about it. I'm just dense… And from another world…" He laughed, his red eyes bright as ever.

Suddenly, Chiho's fingers wrapped around parts of Maou's MgRonald's uniform, pulling him down to her level. Her puckered lips gently made contact with his. Her lips were soft, warm and comforting. The kiss went by quick, but Chiho savoured the entire thing. Her eyes were shut so she couldn't see his expression, but she was sure it was good. His scent had been mostly covered by their workplace, but that didn't matter too much. What mattered most was that she did it. She was surprised with herself, but mostly proud of herself.

"Was that cryptic?" Chiho blushed, tightly gripping her uniform for emotional support. So many thoughts were rushing through her mind at this very moment. She desperately wanted to go back for seconds, but Maou still hadn't responded. She giggled softly and quickly disappeared out back, towards the staff room. "I'll see you tomorrow Maou… We still have our date tomorrow! I'll text you!" She called out, picking up her small bag and running out the door. Maou stood stunned. Slowly his fingers raised up to his lips. He lightly traced around them, still putting together the pieces.

"…"

"…"

"…"

"… Whoa…" Was all Maou could manage.

He was holding back the urge to strike a pose or celebrate, but his strange dreams and shameful desires were coming true one by one. He stumbled towards the nearest table and sat down, still trying to collect his thoughts. "Whoa…"

Chiho dashed through the streets, breathing heavily with a bright red face. 'I can't believe I just did that!' Was repeating through her mind. She found it unbelievable. She kissed him and he, kind of, kissed back. She slammed the door shut behind herself and squealed. Her feet carried her to her room where she jumped onto her bed and happily giggled to herself. She threw her hair ties and work hat across the room and nestled her face into her fluffy pillow. She could die happy, almost. There was still at least one thing more. She desired for him to kiss her first. But that could definitely wait. "Thank you Maou!" She cheered to herself, lifting both arms to the ceiling.

Author's Note: Hopefully you enjoyed this chapter! Also, if you are interested, please vote on that poll! :D Thank you for reading! Should Chiho have gone back for seconds?