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; ; ; ; ; ♡ The sound of his phone stuttered and vibrated.
The demon and the tall male were in an almost empty bus as they were now traveling to Hiroshima, unfortunately it was about 5-6 hours away and it was currently 2am.
Yume had drifted off to sleep on (Y/N)'s back when they had gone on the bus, she was still tired even though they stayed at a nearby hotel for a day and the male reluctantly agreed to carry her.
The (e/c) eyes had slid to the known ID caller.
He wearily looked around his surroundings and tried to sense any vibrations if there were any demons nearby.
Thankfully there weren't any for now.
His thumb glided across the call and placed it near the side of his face.
"Hello Mintohea," he hummed, cringing slightly as the loud cars honked behind the bus.
The two men outside were shouting at each other in Japanese and hollering slurs because of the two cars that crashed together in the middle of the road. Smoke from the cars seemed to float in the air and created thick, grey smoke like a volcano.
A sigh was heard from the device and (Y/N) swore it rolled its eyes.
"(L/N), dumbass," spat the voice. "What's up with the insults?" he asked calmly. "What's up with disappearing into thin air without letting me know? I called you more than 220 times and sent you 2067 messages, no reply whatsoever."
The bus then stopped and opened the large doors, the entrance to the outside world. Some people got off the bus with bustling whispers and chattering in the icy air.
The male let out a soft whistle, impressed that his friend had counted how many times they had called and messaged him many times.
To be fair, he was busy slaying demons for the past 3 years.
He heard a slight muffled shuffling until his friend grunted quietly.
"Why did you only call me now?" snapped the voice. "Don't beg me to save you from spiders like last time." The (h/c) haired sweatdropped, "No, I just want to say that I'm back in Japan."
The call went silent.
The mood in the air seemed to be a mixture of awkwardness and confusion, he had predicted this would happen if he had told them.
He could not see, but he was sure the person on the call was scowling, he could feel it through his device.
"You diptshit! How long were you outside the country?!" "A few years."
Three years.
"What the fuck were you doing?!" "I was studying abroad."
