What's your occupation?

Eva watched as Sparda moved flawlessly around the kitchen. It was boring, sitting here doing nothing, but after she nearly cut her finger off while cutting carrots Sparda had scolded her and told her not to move from the table.

It really wasn't her fault that she wasn't good at cooking. She never had the opportunity to learn. Pizza had served her well.

Glancing around the house Eva noticed how the place was slowly becoming more livable. It was only her third day seeing the place but all of the sheets covering old furniture had been removed and even rearranged into a normal living environment.

"Did you just move here?" She was more bored than anything else but she still wondered about his answer. This really was a small town and the house seemed to had been abandoned for years by the looks of it.

She was surprised it hadn't been torn down.

Sparda glanced her way before turning back to the stove. He had a pot sitting on the burner and he had told her if he stopped stirring than their lunch would be ruined.

How domestic of him.

"No."

Strange then. She didn't know how long he had been there but if he hadn't just moved in than he had waited a long time to set the place up.

Frankly, she would never live in a place like this anyway. The wood was too dark, the details were to old, and the location was awful. There was no way she would be caught dead in a place located in the middle of nowh-. Eva groaned and laid her head on the table. She was too bored if she was thinking about things involving housing.

"Isn't there something I could do while you cook? I can clean something?"

"You have tried that already."

Yeah, she had. In order for her days to be different Sparda had instructed her to clean the bathroom. After 5 minutes she was being redirected into the kitchen after Sparda had found her on the floor trying to fix a broken toilet seat.

It really had broken as soon as she touched it and she refused to take the blame. His toilet seat shouldn't have been so old.

"Okay, fine." Eva stood to her feet, walking into the door frame separating the dining room and the kitchen and leaning against it. She watched as Sparda turned to regard her completely, eyebrow raised in question as to why she was standing when he had told her to sit.

Eva was tired of being docile. She was bored and she was going to do something whether he liked it or not.

"I'm not good at cleaning bathrooms but I know how to dust. I can dust the living room and not break anything."

Spardas head tilted in thought and Eva glanced down to the medalean hanging around his neck before she forced her gaze to rise to meet his. He hadn't been wearing it yesterday but he had it on today.

"Fine." The man walked to the linen closet and pulled out a duster and spray. Eva nearly cheered as it has handed to her before silently scolding herself. She was a demon hunter, why was she getting so excited over the idea of dusting.

Making way to the living room, Eva glanced back to the kitchen before surveying the area. Something had been cleared out but she couldn't place what. Maybe a couch? Either way she had to be extra cautious not to break anything this time. She could not spend another hour sitting at that kitchen table with nothing to do.

She set to work.

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30 minutes had passed and lunch was finally ready. Eva had set the table less eligently than sparda probably would have liked but he said nothing as he placed her bowl in front of her before sitting himself.

He really was a gentleman.

Taking her first sip of the soup Eva felt amazement. The flavor was great and Eva wanted to take some home with her instantly. It really wasn't fair how Sparda seemed to be perfect.

She watched Sparda slowly eat his soup, much like she watched him prepare it. Observing him was interesting. He didn't have the characteristics of a younger person, he didn't seem around her age, but his face was young. His hair was white but that didn't give way to how old he was. He could have gotten color put in, though Eva didn't know why anyone would ever color their hair white. His eyes, however, gave way to age. He wasn't young, no matter what his baby face showed, he had seen too much. If not age, definitely experience.

God, she really needed to find some other way to occupy her time. Maybe she should start actually thinking about getting that medallion. He didn't wear it all of the time, so if she could only find-.

"How is it?"

Falling from her thoughts, Eva looked down at her half empty bowl.

"Good, really good. I don't normally eat soup. I'm more of a pizza kind of girl."

"Pizza?" Sparda raised a brow in question.

"Yup, pizza. I can only hope my kids inherit my love for it because I can't cook for shit." Eva held back a scoff.

As if she would ever have kids.

She went back to eating her soup.

"I've never had pizza."

A spoon clanked against the bowl as it slid out of Evas hands in shock. Never had pizza? It wasn't possible. There was no way anyone in this world had never had pizza.

"Are you even human?" She asked sarcastically. "How can you have never had pizza?"

Sparda looked amused at her passion for pizza and she knew she probably looked ridiculous, but it was seriously the only thing that the hardly ever burnt.

"I do not generally eat greasy food."

"I'm make you pizza tomorrow than. It's time for you to experience something great."

"I do not trust you in my kitchen."

Eva shrugged off his mistrust. She didn't really care what he trusted, she was making him pizza. "You don't have to trust me, I'm making it anyway."

That amused look in his eyes were back again, it was the same look he had given her when she had proposed the game of rock, paper, scissors. He looked, intrigued almost. Maybe he was as curious about her as she was as him.

Speaking of curiosity.

"Yesterday you said you didn't kill humans. What's your occupation?" Way to be subtle Eva. She really should learn how to phrase things better.

She had been thinking about that since she had gone home yesterday, when she had to help Sam get dressed for bed, and after waking up. It was literally all she could think about. He had implied that he killed, could kill, or had killed something before. If it wasn't a human then what was it. She was going to come out and ask if he was a hunter but most people didn't believe in demons, which was strange in this town, but demons didn't seem to harbor around this secluded area. She didn't know if he had seen one.

"An exterminator."

Not what she was expecting, but there were a lot of things that could be exterminated.

"Like bugs and stuff? That kind of exterminator?"

Sparda smirked at the question and his eyes sparkled. She didn't know what she said that he found so amusing but she was glad the tone was lighter than the day before.

"Pest. I exterminate pests."

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Happy New Years everyone! Sorry for the late post but I've been having to deal with some personal matters. That, and one of the reviews kind of blocked my thoughts on this story and how Eva is portrayed, primary with this: "Eva seems a bit too weak."

Honestly speaking, this one sentence bothered me. This is the beginning of the story. Is she weak mentally, physically, or both? I'm okay with this type of review but verify what kind of 'weak' she is. Please keep in mind that she is still young and relatively nieve. She has room to grow and I have every intent on showcasing that.

Regardless, thank you for your review. You actually forced me to rethink this chapter and I had to rewrite it with that phrase in mind. It came out better than the original. She may still seem 'too weak' to some but I already know how this ends so please just be patient and don't write her off just yet.

The questions asked- I already have plan on how to answer those. ALL of them will be answered before this story ends, and no. Sparda will not be god like but please keep in mind that this story if 3rd person limited.

Last thing, this story isn't getting many reviews and I'm not expecting it to so thank you for taking the time to do so. It really means a lot.