[REWRITING] Sense of Obsession

Chapter 13

"Maybe it's recognising a soul we loved in a past life and falling in love with them again."

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Eventually, Bustie and Aki had worked out a contract. And all that was left, was for Homura to take the rowdy devil back home.

"Thanks you two."
He waved at Tendo and Kurose before the door auto-locked behind him.

"I was going to apologize but you've gone and become a buzzkill."
Crackling with a sense of annoyance, Bustie stood impatiently in front of Homura. Seems he was looking for an excuse to keep bothering Aki.

"For not wanting you to flirt with my coworker? Yeaaah... right."

Homura lifted his suit jacket as well as unbuttoned his dress shirt, he wasn't about to ruin another uniform. Although, in retrospect, it would've given him a better reason to meet with the tailor.

He clears his throat anxiously, his bare back facing Bustie.

"Err... Public Safety's starting to get on my ass about all the shit you've done. Try not to wreck the city next time please, Bustie?"

"Well, as much as it irritates me to have my freedom taken from me, I suppose keeping your place in public safety would help our mission. "
Bustie was about to make his way to Homura's back before he paused.

"Oh! I'm sure you already know this seeing as you're a devil hunter and all, but you can just drink blood to heal. No need to hike up your hospital bill."

Homura's jaw dropped, of course he knew devils could heal using blood, but he was unsure of how a... fiendish-hybridish mix of whatever he was, was supposed to go about it.

"Thanks..."

His spine shivered uncomfortably with warmth as Bustie returned to his usual spot within Homura.

"Euuhg.. I don't think I'll ever get used to that."

"You'll learn to love it!"

"That's enough from you."
His arms slip back through the sleeves of his dress shirt, and then his suit jacket. His body slowly restoring the heat it typically kept.

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Homura straightened his tie, nerves being anything but calm as he awaited the tailor's attention. He'd only just knocked, but he felt eager, impatient even.

Footsteps chimed, the tailor closing in.

The door clicked open, yet its locks kept it from swinging away. A wise choice for someone with information they shouldn't have.

"Hello?"

The dark haired hunter pushed stray hairs from his face. Which... felt smart at the time, opposing Aguri's thoughts, especially with him having no clue who the man in front of him was.

"I'm Homura. With public safety?"

"Who?"

"Yeesh have some manners will ya? You're not some jerky hotshot!"