His red scarf [Feitan X Reader]

Chapter twelve

The travel to York New City wasn't a particularly long one, but for you the seconds seemed to stretch into years. Feitan was holding your hand. He was HOLDING YOUR FUCKING HAND.

This had never happened before. What the Actual fuck?! Calm down. What do I do with it? Do I squeeze it? Rub my thumb against his? What if my hands clamy? What if he thinks I have really rough hands? Is it bad to have rough hands?...

What you didn't realise was that Feitan was having exactly the same thoughts as you. Why the fuck am I holding her hand? What came over me? Why have I done this to myself? I can't just let go? How has it only been ten minutes? I bet my hands are really sweaty?...

You walk down the street in silence, both of your idiotic stubbornness refusing to show any indication of discomfort. So there you two were, both completely in your heads about this simple gesture of affection, but showing no emotion of it, walking down the street towards the bus stop, hand-in-hand.
After a few more minutes, you get the sudden urge to look to your left, where you see a woman walking down the road. She had a business suit on and was hastily shouting down the other end of the phone. You needed to kill her. This woman in particular. She had done nothing wrong to you, but your raw gut instincts said that she needed to be disposed of.

Without thinking, you release Feitans hand and begin walking towards the woman, changing your trajectory so that you will pass next to each other on the street. As she nears you, you pretend to stumble and place a hand on her wrist to steady yourself. Using nen, you feel the blood running through her veins and within an instant have manipulated it to fulfil your wishes. Red Blood cell clot in an artery to the brain, the woman will have a stroke in under a minute.

Graciously exclaiming your apologies, the woman shunned you off rudely and continued to shout at her phone. You better make that phone call count lady, It's going to be your last one.

You return back Feitans side, him shooting you a quizzical look.

"The universe?" He asks

"Yup!" You respond, rather cheerful after your recent success, filled with a deep sense of satisfaction.

As the two of you walk away, you hear a scream and a loud commotion behind you. Not bothering to turn around, you already know there will be a crowd forming around the woman as you hear people calling out for an ambulance.

The buss journey to York New were marginally uneventful. The two of you sitting in silence next to one another, secretly enjoying the others company and just living in the moment. Every so often, you would scamper away to 'accidently' bump into someone. Each time, Feitan waiting patiently until you returned back to his side, you humming gently as you made your way through the city.

You let your thoughts wonder back to your past, as they usually did when you let them drift away. Snapping you out of your trance, Feitan cut the silence.

"What are your nen abilities?" He asked, with a dead stare, informing you that this was a demand rather than a question

Without feeling any uncertainty, although you weren't sure why, you told him about lie detector, blood contortion and blood blade, quickly adding on your healing abilities on top of that.

"That's what happened earlier, with the sword. It felt like it had a mind of its own" He thought out loud after a moments silence.

"Sort of, but also I was partially controlling it. Different weapons have different personalities, powerful ones. Sometimes they can be more difficult to control. When I grabbed your sword it refused to kill you, despite the heavy influence my ability had over it. It must be special, to you at least."

After that, the conversation died, leaving you both to go dive back into your thoughts.

Constantly throughout the journey, Feitan had been stealing glances at you, admiring your beautiful side profile. He was tempted to hold your hand again, but rashly thought better of it, not being prepared to face the embarrassment if the troupe heard about it. Walking through the city took about an hour before the pair of you reached the outskirts, surrounded by old, neglected buildings and dark alleyways. In the distance, you can see a large run down building, clearly derelict, threatening to crumble down at any second. Hmm, I'm seeing a theme here..