Heaven is a Place on Earth

Bet You Thought You'd Seen the Last of Me

(Hello, my lovelies~! Well, here we are at the end of this fic collection. Just like the last chapter, I've had this one planned from the very start, although I did end up adding a few things from other chapters ;p I've really enjoyed writing these one-shots and ficlets and I'm so proud of them. And I'd still love to hear what you think of them, and I would still love to keep reading about your headcanons, even if I won't be writing stories for them. The next Urushihara fics will be coming. Not sure when, but they're coming! Anyway, onto this final ficlet. It's another two-headcanons-in-one, with a bunch of the headcanons that I've already written for coming into play to create a nice little ending. I'm pretty sure this is definitely the longest ficlet in the collection. Enjoy~!)

(Headcanon: 1. Urushihara actually matures a lot once he's lived on his own on Earth for a while and 2. Urushihara annoys Chiho after the others have gone back to Ente Isla because he's the only one of them who's still there)

"And, done...!" he said with a relieved sigh, his eyes shifting to the clock in the corner of the screen, "Whoa, is it that late already?"

Urushihara had spent almost the whole day working. It was strange - him, working an honest job, but that's how it had turned out. He'd managed to form a strong fan following with a few little online games. Of course, it wasn't difficult to get that attention when most of them were already watching his videos. Sometimes he even took on a few small web design commissions. And however he got the money, room 201 in Villa Rosa was his now.

Ok, so technically it was still the landlady's, but Urushihara paid the rent, and that, he had to admit, was a big step up to how it used to be.

Glancing up at the small gap between the curtains, Urushihara saw the moon faintly shining behind a cloud in the dark sky. Yup, it definitely was that late. He went about the usual process of saving his work and closing the laptop before finally standing and pulling out his futon from the closet. Once upon a time, it had been Maou's futon (or was this one Ashiya's? He never did remember which was which) but that had changed a couple of years ago. Maou had also left Urushihara with his phone and a lot of manga, which now sat alongside his growing collection of books and games. The apartment was pretty much the same; he even kept his old box tunnel in the corner. It did get kind of lonely at times but he was learning to cope. He was happier in this world than he had been anywhere else, and if being alone most nights was the price he had to pay for that happiness, then so be it.

Maou did take him up on his suggestion to come back and visit whenever he felt like checking up on his former general, and Ashiya normally followed close behind. Even Suzuno had returned to Earth on occasion. Not quite as often as his fellow demons, but she had appeared to keep him company for a short time once or twice. It was nice to know she still worried about him, especially considering they were enemies when they first met. And she still nagged at him like an older sister (even if she was a few thousand years younger). And he still whined and complained when she did. But that was how they worked.

And the rest of the time, when his old friends from back home couldn't be around, he always had his friends here. He could meet with Momoko easily, since she didn't live too far away, and it wasn't unusual for her to show up out of the blue at his door, since he was never the type to arrange the hang outs, and she was never the type to be predictable. But it was always a nice surprise. And since he had an extra futon, Shizuka would typically stay a night or two when he came to Tokyo. It had been a little bit embarrassing when Urushihara suddenly awoke with a cry one night, rousing Shizuka awake as well. Or, it was at first. It was hard for him to open up about his nightmares to his friend but once he did, Shizuka was ready to accept it all.

He lay for a few minutes, just thinking about how his life had changed. How he had finally arrived at the point where he was happy with where he was, and with who he was. Where he could cope on his own, but he didn't always have to be on his own. He fell asleep with a peaceful and serene expression on his face.