First fic for 'Devil is a part timer' so be nice.

The first thing that Urushihara noticed when he woke up in the middle of the night, was that he couldn't breathe in. He sat up quickly and tried to exhale, only to start coughing harshly until his throat felt raw, and his chest was sore.

"You okay?" Maou asked.

"Y-Yeah..." he coughed, clearing his throat.

"You sure?" he asked. "Because normally you wouldn't start coughing like that unless you were sick."

"I'm fine." he snapped. "Now would you leave me alone."

"Okay. Just asking." Maou said as he laid back down.

Urushihara looked at Maou and laid back down as well, taking shallow breaths as he fell back to sleep.

When Urushihara woke up again, the sun was up, and his chest was still sore. He turned to his side and saw Maou walking back into the room.

"Oh, you're awake." he said. "Feeling any better?"

"No." he groaned, raking a shaking hand through his purple hair. He heard Maou shuffle over and felt a cool hand being pressed against his forehead.

"I can see why, your getting really sick."

"This is why I don't like it when you get me pork bowls from a convenience store, some of them aren't cooked through." he said.

"Well, if you would stop wasting our money and actually get a job, we wouldn't have to get you those all the time." Ashiya called from the living room. "Do something for a change."

"How about you go screw yourself." Urushihara yelled.

This is going to be fun. Maou thought as Ashiya and Urushihara started screaming at each other from across the apartment.

Poor Maou, he doesn't know what's in store for him. *Laughs* R&R.