Deviation Actions
Literature Text
(Y/N) (L/N) sighed heavily as she sat down at her computer. Her parents, knowing full-well she was a NEET at heart, had taken up the wonderful idea of sending her to a religious private high school. Where all the girls were required to wear knee-length skirts and blouses, and the boys to wear pants and formal sweaters. She cast off the hated uniform and donned her long gray T-shirt, the one that went to her mid-thigh, before sitting again at her computer and logging on to her favorite chat room site-AnyAndEverything4Hermits.net-as her favorite by far user. She tweaked the name a bit, to lash out at her parents in some small way, to NEETGirl4Life, before clicking Random, which would open a Chat Room with anyone else that had also clicked it,
-NEETGirl4Life has entered the chat room-
Since she didn't get a reply straight away, she figured she must've been the first one and would have to wait for a bit. As such, she opened up fanfiction.net to update her Seraph of the End story, when the chat room beeped, and she smiled.
-Lucifer2.0 has entered the chat room-
Me: Hello, Lucifer2.0
Lucifer2.0: Hi, nice name. I am also a NEET.
Me: ...I've lost the right to call myself a NEET......My goddamn parents enrolled me in some stupid religious high school...
Lucifer2.0: Damn, that sucks. I'm sorry.
Me: Don't be, it's not your fault. I actually came here to get my mind off of it...
Lucifer2.0: Alright. Do you watch Sword Art Online?
Me: Gods yes! I love Kirito! And the concept of full-dive virtual reality is intriguing, and wonderful. I'd love to be able to escape reality like that...
Lucifer2.0: Same. My guardians are way overprotective and controlling. Thankfully, neither of them are good with computers.
Me: Ugh. Lucky. My dad developed Quizlet, so he knows all there is to know about tech...including how to deadlock the parental controls. Otherwise, I'd be able to hack in and change it.
Lucifer2.0: Your dad developed Quizlet? Geez...I'm a bit jealous. We're constantly broke. It sucks. Although, I suppose it doesn’t help that I’m always falling for scams and buying things online…
Me: Haha, I had the same problem, don’t worry. Not only am I NEET, I’m a huge otaku, and love little knick-knacks to have around my room.
Lucifer2.0: You have your own rom? Lucky…We have a one-room, second-floor apartment with three people living there and guests over all the time.
Me: Ew. I can barely stand my own family, let alone guests…
Lucifer2.0: ……What high school do you go to?
Me: Idefk. Some religious high school where everybody’s a prissy, stuck-up, ass-kisser.
Lucifer2.0: Nice. Sounds painful.
Me: It is, believe me. Especially when you’re shunned because they assume your gift with technology is due to you being “Satan spawn”… :’(
Lucifer2.0: Well, I can say with utmost certainty that you’re not Satan spawn.
Me: …How would you know? It’s not like you know Satan, or are you one of those always-in-character role-players?
Lucifer2.0: No, I’m not. I do know him. He’s annoying, and one of my idiot guardians.
(Y/N) blinked in confusion at the screen. Satan was this guy’s guardian? It would explain his name, but she couldn’t believe that. He was probably just making a well-disguised allusion to a show or game he liked. Her computer beeped, snapping her out of her thoughtful daze.
Lucifer2.0: ‘Lo? You there, NEETGirl?
Me: Yeah, sorry. Was lost in thought for a minute. You said Satan was your guardian? I don’t understand, what’s that a reference to?
Lucifer2.0: No reference. Just my life. 
Me: *rolls eyes* Right. You expect me to believe that a NEET’s guardian is Satan himself.
Lucifer2.0: Yes.
His simple response surprised her, as there had been no hesitation between her question and his response. He’d typed it so easily, so quickly, it seemed almost truthful.
Damn. Those Criminal Minds and Lie to Me marathons were starting to get to her.
Me: Sorry, “Lucifer”, but I just can’t believe that. I’m a scientific, factual girl (which probably contributes to why all the religious, elitist assholes at my school hate me), and if I’m to believe the Devil is real, I need proof.
Meanwhile, Lucifer, now more commonly known as Hanzo Urushihara, smirked at his computer screen, sensing an opportunity to stir up a bit of trouble for his former Commander.
Lucifer2.0: You want facts? Okay, I can respect that. Why don’t you drop by MgRonald’s tomorrow, when you get off school? There will be a green-haired, orange-eyed guy. Say the words “Ente Isla” to him, and he’ll lose his shit and probably spill everything.
Lucifer2.0: Later, NEETGirl~
-Lucifer2.0 has signed out-
“Urushihara…” Alciel said dangerously and grabbed my head with a soapy hand. “You wouldn’t have been making online purchases, would you?!”
I sighed. “Dude, chill. And get your nasty soapy hands off me.” I paused, before allowing the very corners of my mouth to curve into a small grin.
“I was talking to a girl…”
