His red scarf [Feitan X Reader]

Chapter ten

"Well Feitan, this was fun. A lot of fun. But I have to get going now"

As you begin to peel your body up from the ground, your suddenly stopped by a large mass pushing you back down as he straddles you.

"Don't" he mutters

"Hmm, and why not?" you question

"You've peaked my interest. Stay"

You mull the idea over in your head for a moment. You wouldn't mind getting to know Feitan more, he's definitely mysterious, and if you have more nights like tonight, you can't really complain.

"Okay" you say as you slide your body to sit up so your now facing him. You run your fingers through his soft hair as you remember a question you were supposed to ask earlier.

"What conditioner do you use?"

He stifles a chuckle at your ridiculous timing, not wanting to give you any more satisfaction.

"Dumb question. Let's go" He says as he removes himself from your body and lifts himself to his feet. He extends a hand towards you and you take it, surprised at how effortlessly he manages to pull your entire body weight off the ground.

You put your clothes back on in silence, slightly disappointed at the fact that you can no longer marvel at his body. Finally, he walks out the door, you following closely behind him.

The walk is comfortable. You never bothered to ask where you were going. This is normally how you do things. Falling from place to place, with no specific destination other than your feet telling you where to go. The night sky is clear and you gaze up at the stars, still in the refreshing trance like state that Feitan has left you in. Little did you know, that he kept glancing at you from the corner of his eye. Initially to try and think about the enigma that walked next to him. But gradually he began to admire your features in the soft silvery light. The way the stars reflects off your eyes and the moonlight lit up your face to the point that you seemed to glow. A small smile spread across his lips, discretely hidden by the black scarf he wears.

You end up outside a small motel. He opens the door to his room and you can tell it's pretty cheap, judging by the tacky brown and cream colour scheme and the ominous stains that dotted around the carpet. There is a slight problem though, there is only one single bed. Assumingly, Feitan booked the room with no intention of having a guest.

"Luxury apartment I see" you say with a smirk.

"tsch"

Apart from that, there is a single desk and a door leading to an impressively small bathroom.

"I'm going to take a shower" you say, hoping to rid yourself of the build-up of blood (and other bodily fluids) that had stuck to you over the past few hours.

Without bothering to close the door, you start the shower and begin to strip. Dropping the pile of clothes on the floor, you step in and draw the show curtain. Scrubbing down your entire body is a whole ordeal, and you use the time to heal your other minor wounds. As you rub soap over your body, the hairs on the back of your neck begin to rise. Smirking you say out loud,

"You know, if you wanna come in, you should ask rather than standing there and watching me like a creep"

You hear a small "tsch" and a few unarticulated mumbles before the bathroom door is closed and you are left in peace.

Getting out the shower, you attempt to dry your hair with the ridiculously small, itchy towel. I don't even want to think about the things this towel has seen. Opening the door, you see that the lights have been turned off, and can vaguely make out the figure of Feitan in bed. Scooting in next to him, you barely have enough space to get comfortable without your back touching Feitans. You lie stiffly, questioning if it was the right decision to come here.

Despite there being no instinct telling you not to, you feel slightly guilty at the fact that you aren't out there in the world, completing your mission. Albeit, you don't know what that mission really is, but ever since you were younger you had felt a calling. Since the age of 16 when you left your mother in the village where you grew up, in pursuit of 'something more', you've filled your time wondering from place to place, travelling and exploring and killing. Six years later, and your still doing just that. No real place to call your own. Sleeping with random men, sometimes just to stay under a roof for a night. You'll admit, sometimes it does get lonely.

Thinking about your past always makes you sad. You still feel like nothing meaningful has happened in your life. Your mother died three years ago, from a flu that spread throughout your entire village, cutting all ties with the world you used to know. Even the children you used to play with have forgotten you. You are meaningless, to everyone. Never having an impact on those around you, apart from those you kill. But even then, no one knows its you. Most of the time you make it seem like a heart attack or other natural causes due to the fact that you couldn't be bothered to put up with the effort of becoming a known villain. How can you take responsibility for something that cannot be blamed on you.

A single tear rolls down your cheek, as you begin to unpack all the loss and pain in your life. Silently you hate yourself, for being so weak and insignificant. You like pain because it grounds you, reminds you of your body, that someone is making an effort for you, even if it is to hurt you.

Feitan moving around next to you pulls you out of your thoughts. He turns around in the bed so that now your back is facing him. Assuming that you are asleep, he gently snakes his arm around your waist and pulls you in towards his bare chest.

"I wouldn't have taken you for the cuddling type, Feitan"

You feel the arm recoil and hear low grumbles as he turns away to lie on his back, looking up at the ceiling. Wow, way to ruin a moment, {Y/N}...

"I don't mind it. Actually, it felt nice" you say in a desperate attempt to recover the moment that you just lost.

After a moments hesitation, you feel him turn and slip his arm back around your waist, pulling you closer to him so that you are resting against his back. He moves his head closer to your neck, snuggling his nose into the crevasses of your shoulder, making you giggle slightly at the warm breath on your tickle spot.

You listen to his deep breaths, and after a while, you hear fain snoring. Smiling to yourself at the drastic events of the evening, you let yourself slip into sleep.

The final thought on your mind;
maybe, I'm  not completely meaningless...