His red scarf [Feitan X Reader]

Chapter six

You wake up with a start as a stinging sensation whipped across your cheek. Staring up at the masked man above you, you realise he had slapped you.

"Bitch"

"What did you just say"

"I called you a bitch! You slap like a lil' bitch"

That remark earns you another strike across the face, this time, he put more force into it so that afterwards you had to flex your jaw as a ringing echoed through your head.

"better",  you cockily said

You could  have sworn you heard a fait chuckle issue from his mouth, but as soon as you snap your head up, he turns away briskly. Had he just giggled? Damn, he really is a little bitch. Intrigued, you decided to push on.

"You know, you're a lot more interesting than I expected"

He turned slowly and met your gaze, wiping the blood off the torture equipment he had used on you just hours before. He had expected you to be dead by now, any normal person would be. Clearly, you were special. Silence creeped into the room, neither of you speaking, both unsure of the other person.

Feitan was confused. First it seemed like you wanted to fuck him. Then you call him a little bitch and now he's interesting? Maybe he already had broken you to the point of lunacy?

"Who are you" he questions, quietly scalding himself for the curious tone of his voice. He would have preferred demanding and serious, but you had blatantly caught his attention.

"My names [Y/N], nice to meet you"

He ponders for a moment. You had a nice name, it suited you well.

After the lack of response, you continue,

"it's rude to let someone introduce themselves without returning the favour"

"tsch" he mutters, seemingly annoyed but deep down he was impressed. This girl had been ruthlessly tortured by him, Feitan, a man world renounced for his wicked methods, for hours. And yet, here you are, still maintaining that cocky, sarcastic attitude as if nothing had ever happened. It also seemed as though your body had healed somehow, no longer trembling from the broken nerve endings and instability of broken bones. "Healing ability" he correctly assumes in thought.

"That's not what I meant. I don't care about your name. Who are you?" He said

Sighing dramatically, you decide to give in and tell him. Not for any particular reason, just for the fact that you had been sitting in this chair for hours and your butt was starting to ache with pins and needles. Also you could smell yourself and your clothes, it was not nice. You were also annoyed at the fact that your favourite leather jacket was now ripped and bloody, so you needed to go steal another one which was a lot of effort. Either way, you were getting bored, if he wasn't going to hurt me or fuck me, might as well get out of here.

"I'm a holistic assassin"

At this response, Feitan turned his full attention on you, giving you a quizzical look, implying that he had no fucking idea what was going on.

"Holism is basically the belief that everything is connected, and everything has an effect on everything else. So by killing one person, eventually at some point in the timeline, you might save someone else, or get them killed. I know I sound like a bit of a nut-job but I travel from place to place and the universe tells me whether or not I should kill someone. I get these feelings about whether a person is good or bad, and if they need to die. Sometimes I get hired by people to kill clients, but if I don't think that they should die yet, they don't and I let them keep on living.
It gets lonely sometimes, and I get bored a lot, so most of the time I end up torturing those that need killing just to pass the time. When you found me, I was passing through this town and had just met some people in the casino who needed to die."

"What. The. Fuck." thought Feitan. "This girl is actually insane."
His uncertainty flickers across his face, not unnoticed by you. Normally, you don't go around telling people about the nature of your work as your mostly met with responses like this. Most people pass you off as crazy, but some feel threatened and try to kill you. 

Feitan finally spoke at last.

"The universe?"

"Yeah.. Well, sorta... it's just this gut instinct that I get and I figured it had to be from the universe, considering there is no God"

This reminded Feitan of Machi's abilities, her uncanny sense of instinct that most of the time, were 100% accurate.

"Why are you telling me this? I'm not torturing you right now" Feitan asks

"I know, I was just getting a little bored"

Unsatisfied with your answer, Feitan let out a sigh,
"Sounds to me like you just want an excuse to kill people"

"If I needed an excuse to kill people, then you would already be dead, considering all the shit you've put me through. But alas, the universe is telling me not to kill you. Big fucking whoop"

"So the universe is telling you not to kill me. Are you sure it's not just because your tied to a chair?"

"Nope"

And with that, using ten, you focus your nen into your legs and strain against the ropes that bind you to the chair. With a sudden heave, the rope snaps and your legs are free. Instantly you do the same with your arms, and within seconds you're standing up and rubbing your wrists that have small burns on them from the friction of the rope. Ultimately you are satisfied at the undisputed wave of shock that covered the man's face.