Feitan x Reader; Tangled in a Web of Spiders

Before the Spider Part 1

So, trigger warnings; mentions of child abuse, kidnappings, 

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Dead bodies required no ceremony, Feitan thought, but even though he himself didn't see the point of a funeral, he had long since accepted that some people, including his fellow spiders, needed rituals to say their final farewell. So, despite his hands itching for revenge, he stood here with the others, looking as calm and patient as he could as Chrollo carefully carried Kortopi's body and laid it on top of the pyre they'd built.

After placing Kortopi's hands on his now quiet chest, Chrollo took his place in the circle surrounding the pyre. He picked up a torch, lit it, and held it out to the side so that Shalnark who was standing next to him could use it to light his. One by one they lit their torches until the fire had made it all the way around.

Feitan glanced at you, standing close to Machi and the small Zoldyck, eyes noticeably red and swollen even in the rapidly fading light of day. The now purple bruise on your neck stood out as well and with an effort Feitan prevented his bloodlust from flaring up again. This was neither the time nor the place, but that arrogant fucking clown was going to pay for that. For touching you. For killing part of the spider. For challenging him, and just for being too fucking cocky.

Machi leaned closer to you and said something, making a faint smile flicker across your tired face and the small Zoldyck reached out to touch your arm. Suppressing a bout of jealousy, Feitan found that he was surprisingly grateful for them being able to provide some of the comfort you needed, the kind of comfort he himself wasn't able to give. The feeling that filled him now, no, the feeling that consumed him was rage, not grief or loss, and rage wasn't what you needed right now. There would be time for that later.

Stepping forward with the others Fei took a last look at Kortopi. He looked so peaceful, like he was still alive, just sleeping. His eyes were closed and most of his face was covered by his unruly hair, just as it had been in life. Machi had stitched his head back on, perfectly, leaving the impression that he'd never been decapitated at all. But then, learning how to make dead bodies look like they were only sleeping had been the reason for her creating her nen-ability after all. So many years ago, when they had all been around the same age as the small Zoldyck was now.

An image of a small girl with a big smile and puffy pigtails came to mind...What was her name again? Sarasa ...yes, that had been her name. Sarasa.

'I'm sorry I couldn't get there faster,' you mumbled, placing a rose on Kortopi's chest.

Feitan's eyes narrowed. Feeling guilty over something like that was ridiculous. He made a mental note to talk to you about it later when he heard Machi murmur something too. Probably something similar to what you had just said, as she too placed a white rose on the body. Stupid. She should know better. That coward clown had gone for the weakest member at his weakest moment and succeeded. Nothing for anybody else to feel guilty about.

A few of the others also placed roses on Kortopi's small chest where his hands were neatly folded. Fei let out a disdainful but quiet snort. Why putting flowers on a corpse had become a tradition was beyond him. It wasn't like they'd make any noticeable difference when it came to the smell of the body either decomposing or burning.

At Chrollo's signal they all plunged their torches into the pile of wood, the generous amounts of kerosene they'd doused it in immediately catching fire and sending flames high into the air. The pyre reached Feitan to the chest and as he quickly took a step back to avoid the worst heat his mind suddenly took him back to a different funeral. A very different funeral...