The Razor's Edge [[Feitan x Reader]]

15: The Failed Exchange

I definitely preferred Machi's methods of restraint over Hisoka's. Mostly, I appreciated that she didn't have to feel me up in order to use her ability on me—though, the more I thought about it, I wasn't sure I trusted that Hisoka really had to either. She wrapped my wrists in her nen strings like she'd done before. . . when Feitan had tortured me.

   I couldn't seem to forget the wild look he'd had in his eyes that day. It was clear that he'd wanted nothing more than to kill me in that moment. Granted, I still felt like he wanted to kill me, but it was different now. As he stood in front of me I could feel the anger and bloodlust radiating off of him, but even though it was directed at me, I knew it wasn't really meant for me. It was meant for the chain user.

But would he still be able to hold himself back when he fought me? Or would he give in to his bloodlust? At least the others were there to try to stop him if things went too far.

He didn't waste any time in attacking me, slashing without any sort of warning or introduction. That's how he'd been training me—to be ready to respond to the unexpected. Thankfully I activated my zetsu in time, but I was still sent staggering back by the force.

"Let's go," he hissed, not having enough patience even to let me recover from his attack.

"Will you fucking relax?" I snapped back as I reached for my dagger.

His eyes narrowed above his cowl. I was thankful I wouldn't have to deal with his attitude much longer. Maybe it was wrong of me, but I still hoped that Poe would get a decent hit on him—not so bad that it killed him or anything, but just enough to make him get over himself a little.

*****

When I woke up I immediately noticed a stinging pain around my wrists. I pulled them out from under the covers and saw that they were covered in burn-like marks.

I guess this is the downside to Machi's nen strings.

Looking around, I found Feitan sitting in his usual spot in the corner of my room, reading. He pretended not to notice that I was awake—or maybe he didn't really care.

"Is Pakunoda back yet?" I asked.

He shook his head, keeping his eyes trained on the book in his hands. "No, not yet."

"How long was I out?"

He shrugged. "Thirty minutes maybe."

"Hey, that's not bad!"

He closed the book and gazed up at me with a scolding look in his eyes. "Could be better."

God, this guy is never fucking pleased. "What? You aren't suggesting we go again, are you?"

He stood up and left the room. He didn't have to say it, I knew that he expected me to follow him.

He kept pushing me, barely giving me time to wake up before demanding that we train again. Every time I came to I'd search for him in the corner of my room, wanting answers to the same questions.

When I woke up for the third time, he wasn't in his usual spot. I sat up, looking around for him, and realized that my hand and wrists were bandaged.

Did this mean that he was done?

I threw the covers to the side and hopped out of bed, landing on unsteady legs. My body felt impossibly heavy. The overuse of my nen was really starting to take a toll on me.

The door to Feitan's room was open. The only source of light was that of the moon, which coated everything in a ghostly silver aura and pooled into the center of the floor. I didn't notice him at first, sitting by the window, gazing out at the distant lights of the city.