Hunted (Feitan x reader)

Chapter 1- Assassin

Well shit...

Y/n looked behind her at the assassin that was chasing her relentlessly, hired to take her head.

~Flashback~

Y/n shifted uncomfortably in her f/c dress. She felt too exposed, not to mention the perverted stares that prickled at the back of her neck. With a sigh, she surveyed the crowded room for her target. She was hired to kill a corrupt business owner for a wealthy sum of 5,000,000 Jenny. Y/n hated this party immediately when she walked in, even more so when she saw her target in person. He was attractive in his own rights, with women all around him giggling and batting their eyelashes. He held a glass of champagne in one hand, the other wrapped around one girl's waist. His eyes wandered, looking at each girl with lust. What they didn't know was that this man kidnaps, rapes, and kills women he lures in. His wife knew nothing of his crimes, happily greeting him whenever he came home. 

This was going to be messy, she realized, if she couldn't isolate him. But she had a plan for that. According to her research, he was particularly into h/c e/c women, which is why this job was perfect for her. Y/n made sure to pick out a short dress with a low midriff, showing too much cleavage for her liking. She wore f/c heels that she found easiest to walk in and a glittering headpiece and necklace. She noticed how he kept glancing at her and took it as an invitation.

"Mr. Goodwin, it's a pleasure to meet you," she greeted.

Viz Goodwin took his hand from around the girl's waist and grabbed Y/n's hand, kissing it softly

"The pleasure is all mine, Miss..."

"Morningstar," she answered, using her 'rich person' alias. "Terin Morningstar."

"Miss Morningstar," he murmured seductively. "Would you like to take a walk with me?"

Y/n smiled kindly while laughing internally. He was making this too easy.

"I would love to!"

With that, he left the disappointed, now safe women behind. He offered his arm, shooting her a charming grin. She had to admit, he was pretty good at what he did. But so was she. Y/n placed her hand on his arm, letting him lead her to a nice hotel room. Once the door shut, he promptly locked it and gave her a lustful glance before taking his jacket off. He walked over slowly, fingering the knife in his pocket. 

(A little lime from here. [Soft lemon with no sexual scenes])

Viz snaked his arm around her waist and pulled her closer, his lips brushing her jawline. Y/n inwardly shivered in disgust but kept up the act.

"M-Mr. Goodwin-"

"Please call me Viz, Terin."

She tilted her head back as he began kissing her neck. His free hand was making its way across the rim of her midriff, brushing her breast softly. That was the moment he let his guard down. Y/n smirked and pushed him onto the bed. Viz let out a pleased gasp as she crawled on top of him. It wasn't until a moment later that he was struggling to breathe as she drowned him with her nen ability, drawing water from a nearby pitcher of water and the humidity in the air. 

Once she was sure he was dead, she placed his body in the bathtub, filling it with water to make it seem like he killed himself. Then, without even muttering a prayer, she left.

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Needless to say, her employer sold her out to Mrs. Goodwin who then hired an assassin to kill her. Y/n was in Yorknew city when this happened so the assassin did have difficulty finding her at first, also because she held no records since she was born in a city much like Meteor. 

Y/n found herself amongst an abandoned part of the city, with towering buildings that were falling apart. Both assassins were able to dodge the debris with ease. With a quick glance behind her again, Y/n disappeared. Her pursuer stopped and looked around in irritation and confusion. Little did he know, she had simply slipped into a nearby building.

She peeked out the window, trying to catch her breath after 5 continuous hours of fighting and running. Several wounds still bled steadily, which she quickly patched up with a bandage and a little water to clean them. She had been using Zetsu to conceal her presence as well.

Suddenly, she felt a cold blade press against her neck and a person restrained her. Immediately she tensed up with a feeling of dread. She wasn't ready to die yet.

"How did you find this place?" An unfamiliar voice demanded.

Y/n sighed with relief and relaxed a little. Another voice spoke up.

"She looks a little happy. Why're you so relieved, girl?"

"Ahaha," she chuckled sheepishly. "I thought he was the assassin..."

"You're being hunted by an assassin?"

She hummed in agreement. 

"She must've come in here looking to hide, not realizing we were here," another voice offered. "How unfortunate for her."

"She seems strong. Why doesn't she just kill them?"

"She's probably not."

Y/n began to get irritated. 

"Feitan, bring her here."

Her captor dragged her deeper into the building and let her go. He had shoulder-length black hair and grey eyes. He was wearing dark and baggy long-sleeved clothes, and a bandana sporting the trademark skull crest over his mouth. He seemed to be the same height as her, assessing her with a cold glare.

A man with black hair and grey eyes stood up. He had a cross-shaped tattoo on his forehead and a pair of orb-shaped earrings. He was wearing a dark purple fur-collared leather and a fur trench coat that was unbuttoned, revealing toned abs.

"Hello there. I'm Chrollo, the leader of the Phantom Troupe."

"Straight to point, as always," muttered a young, slim man with blonde hair.

'The Phantom Troupe? Well, I'm screwed...'

"Y/n," she answered honestly.

"So, would you like to tell me who you're being hunted by?"

"Illumi Zoldyck."

Did you know Hisoka has the properties of pedophile and jail time?