Into The Hunting Division
"He knocked him out with one punch."
"Who the hell is that kid?"
"Didn't he come here with a girl? Something, something Stark?"The rumours continued like that for a while as the medics rushed into the training room and rushed poor Mister Adolf to the hospital. Every eye in the room was fixed on Evan- and by extension, they were fixed on me. My started burning as I covered my face in shame. It hadn't even been an hour since we arrived at the CIB building but we were already the centre of everyone's attention.
I strung myself towards my ever compulsive partner, still covering my face as I did, then pulled on his ear. He protested by trying to pull himself away from my grasp but for whatever reason he lacked the strength to do so. I reasoned that it was one of the effects of our pact.
"Ow, why? For what reason?!" He yelled.
"You were supposed to hold back."
"I did hold back!" he snapped.
"That's not what I saw. What I saw was you beating on a poor old man!"
"It's not my fault he picked a fight with a demon!"
Our spat continued, it's volume and intensity escalated at the same time, drawing more attention than the display Evan put on. Before I realized it I was the center of the room's attention. The gleaming eyes of my fellow rookies, along with the eyes of someone who looked like a fairly experienced veteran, were stabbing daggers into me.
The experienced veteran sauntered over to me, clearing a path through the rookies as she did. She looked like someone roughly in their early to mid twenties. A gorgeous strand of dark blue hair cascaded over her shoulders. Her face was stunning and composed, betraying no emotion of any kind. Her silver eyes bore deep into my soul as she stared intently at…
Wait she not staring at me.
Her eyes were fixed in my direction but she was in no way looking at me. She was looking at whatever was behind me- namely my Devil Guardian, Evan Stark. It finally occurred to me that my hand was still gripping firmly on Evan's ear. Yet mysteriously he didn't protest nor did he groan in pain. Had he finally accepted his punishment like a big boy?
"Evan...?"
Of course he was staring right back at the woman who was eyeing him, Calling it "staring" felt generous, Evan was ogling the poor woman. Before I could even apologize she called to her side by waving her hand. Without much a second's hesitation, Evan followed close behind her like a puppy on a leash. We were led outside the training room to God knew where.