""-speech

''-thoughts

The Name: Agon

The Quote from Joce: "How come God gets all the credit when something good happens?"

Agon stormed through the streets, mentally cursing a certain blonde demon who had somehow gotten a hold if some rather incriminating... Evidence. Damn it, who the fuck had told him anyways!?

He intentionally began walking into the 'bad part' of town, his hands clenched in his pocket and positively itching for a fight. Unfortunately since he was already angry everyone seemed to be keeping a fair distance from him, as if they knew that one stray word would make him snap.

It was God damned annoying when he couldn't vent! Maybe he should turn back around and go to Deimon and see if Hiruma was up to a fight.

'Speaking of Deimon...' Agon peered ahead of him with a raised eyebrow. 'I'm sure I just saw one of their uniforms...' Not many people would wear green blazers like those willingly. He made his way towards the alleyway where he'd seen the green disappear, peering into the darkness.

The first thing he saw was Sena, pressing himself against the wall with a split lip and the by way he was standing it looked as though he had sprained his left ankle. Agon was already moving forward before he even noticed the several guys hovering above the smaller boy.

Sena pushed himself against the wall as hard as he could, wincing a bit when he heard a muffled shout and opening an eye curiously when no fists or feet came in harsh contact with his body. He slid down the wall when he saw two of the three who had dragged him into the alleyway unconscious and sprawled on the ground in rather uncomfortable positions.

"Thank God." He whispered to himself, turning his head when he heard someone beside him scoff. His eyes widened when he saw Agon with one of his fists gripping at the third guy's collar, the other pulled back and ready to strike.

Sena winced a bit when the hit landed and Agon let go of the guy's collar so that he could drop to the ground with a 'thunk.' And then Agon turned to look at him.

"How come God gets all the credit when something good happens?" He asked lowly and Sena shifted his weight nervously. "Umm. Thank you Agon-san?" Agon leaned against the wall casually. "Why are you in this part of town anyways? Are you an idiot or something?" Sena frowned a bit but slowly stood up. "Well, Hiruma-san wanted me to go talk to Habashira-san." He flinched when Agon swooped in close, the older boy's hands going on either side of Sena's face, one of his thumbs gently caressing Sena's split lip.

Frankly gentle Agon was just as scary if not more so then normal Agon and Sena unintentionally tensed up, ready run away at any moment.

"Are those fuckers the reason why your ankle's busted up to?" He asked, throwing a venomous look at the three who he had put out of commission. "Well, yeah." Sena replied shyly before taking a cautious step away from Agon, wincing when he stepped to hard on his left foot. Agon's eyes narrowed a bit and he turned around to break a couple legs but Sena was quick to grab onto his wrist and try and hold him at bay.

"Agon-san! Kicking people while their down isn't very nice." Sena bit his lip and cast his eyes downward. Agon wasn't really a very nice guy to begin with...

"Che, if you say so." He could always just find them and beat them up ever worse later, but for now...

"GAH! Agon-san! Put me down!" Sena cried out as Agon unceremoniously scooped him up into his arms with no effort at all. "If you're not going to let me beat those bastards even more then I'm going to escort you home. If I let you walk home with a busted up ankle your teammates will be out for my blood and I already have enough annoying shit going on in my life already."

Sena opened his mouth to protest, but snapped it back shut when Agon gave him the look, so with a sigh he resigned himself to his fate.

Maybe this is what Hiruma meant when he told him to be on the lookout for Agon acting weird around him.