[REWRITING] Sense of Obsession

Chapter 12

(I'll get back to making headers one day soz...)

"I won't sleep if that's what it takes to not wake up as myself"

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Homura groaned, body shivering slightly during his awakening. He was in the hospital, again. The air sterile and the view outside a disarrangement of buildings tall and wide, old and modern-like.

He thought him and Bustie had gotten past this, but obviously not... With the strength he could muster, Homura took in the room's atmosphere.

Nobody was in the room, nor was there any sign of life besides his... excluding an intimidating note.

There was no doubt it was from Makima.

Instead of eagerly fetching it, Homura closed his eyes and relaxed. He let his remaining senses take over. The hunter could faintly hear chatter in the next room, though unsure of what the topic might be. Metallic scents, mostly of which came from the hospital's equipment, wafting through his nostrils.

The bed felt achingly hard, if he stayed there long enough, there's no doubt he'd develop bed sores. But further inside, inside him, his heart pumped fervently. Was it... still his? Or had he already surrendered his humanity?

It was hard to tell at the moment.

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"You're to stay here unless you're tasked otherwise or a contract is made with you."

The heavy metal door shut loudly, further exaggerating Bustie's situation.

"This shit isn't fair! I already have contracts, you can't just void them by keeping me here!"

"It's not my decision to make, we aren't allowed to accommodate rule breakers. Especially not devils."
A hunter with twin braids peeked through the speakeasy-like window, they seemed to take their job seriously.

"Bull! You accommodate that witch Makima!"

"I don't know what you're talking about. Goodbye."
The miniature window shut and Bustie could hear the receding sounds of the hunter's boots.

He'd messed up again, he was sure he was getting himself to safety, but it seems Makima had predicted his every move. How irritating! Whatever. He just needed Homura to come back so he could bust (haha) out of this dingy place.

Of course, Bustie felt a little bad that he left Homura and hurt him, a lot. But, it was a necessary evil at the time... he'll apologize later.

Bustie, for whatever reason, felt he was being,.. listened to? He wasn't sure how to describe the feeling, but it was uncomfortable. Like eyes boring through his head.

"The future... rules! The future... rules!"
Loud shouting, more than likely directed towards him, rang out.

"You're kidding me..."

Both disbelief and irritation spread across Bustie's face. The future devil. A devil he particularly disliked. No, not disliked... Hated.
Perhaps this was hell.