Do. Your. Worst! »Feitan Portor«

Method 33 - Comfortable Distance +BONUS

We were stuck with each other.

And while that perhaps wasn't the worst of outcomes it certainly wasn't the best.

Ever since our first solo job together at Jeune Manor, Chrollo had taken to throwing us on a multitude of other random and varied jobs and, while I tried to remain professional, Feitan and I had a tendency to get on each other's nerves. If we weren't throwing insults at each other we were sure to remain at a comfortable distance (this all, was of course, when Feitan wasn't acting like a damned mute on missions).

I questioned at times whether it was something I had done, but after a few occasions  I came to the realisation that in actuality it was simply just how Feitan was.

That or he was in utter hysterics while torturing someone.. in honestly that was probably when I liked him best.

In a funny sort of way it was like a glimpse into that cloaked mind of his. After being on the receiving end of Feitan's most favoured types of jobs, I found that I had a different perspective on his methods, perhaps partially due to fact I appeared to be one of the few that survived.

"I ain't tellin' ya shit, ya fuckin' psycho!" so much for wondering where Feitan was. I let out an unsurprised sigh as I made my way towards a closed door, slipping my way through.

Before me was Feitan in front of some old man latched to a chair. Peaking around Feitan, he looked to me for help.

Noting this, Feitan turned to me with a scowl. "You here dictate my method?"

"No, no," I assured. "by all means, go ahead." at that moment all hope died from the man's eyes.

I leaned against a wall close by while Feitan turned back to the man. "I... will break.. it." referring to his left hand. At the words I frowned.

"Do it, Pussy, ya fuckin' won't!" he yelled in attempts to act tough, all too quickly he realised Feitan was in fact, not bluffing, and began to thrash around. "He-hey, wait, we c'n be civil an' talk this here out, right?"

As Feitan reached for the man's left hand, I appeared behind him, ceasing his thrashing. It wasn't long before the head of a hammer made impact on his hand. He used the head of it too?

The man was so pathetic he passed out from the pain alone. 

"He no help." Feitan squinted his eyes at the man before looking up to meet my own, a confused expression replacing it. "Why you scowl?"

I sighed, "And here I thought I was special, Shrimp..." I placed the back of my hand against my head to add dramatics. "Yet here I find you treat all your 'torturees' the same.. he even got the head of the hammer.." I held out my left hand towards him to display it, I had not expected him to take it.

Feitan was silent for a long moment, eyes scanning my face and sometimes my hand before he finally smiled. It was not a kind smile. "Apology. Would you like take seat so I make experience better?" he suggested, dropping my hand. "I'll make sure you treat very special."

"I'd be honoured." My tone was sincere but Feitan knew I wasn't serious. I gestured back to the man. "Too bad he's waking up."

Those first three weeks were probably the most fun I had ever had on any of my missions, be that as a Zoldyck or a Spider.

I'd like to lie to myself and say the Yorknew auction was the time I had felt the most alive (hell it was true in some regards) but the end of that mission, the betrayal and murder, left a very sour taste in my mouth.