Cold -Feitan X Reader-

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"Training?"

The witch furiously nodded, she clapped her hands giving Masami a sweet smile in hopes of her accepting the request. Masami looked down at her with a confused expression, she had been woken up early in the morning by the witch just to ask for a request. She looked down the hallway, noticing the left side was empty, then she turned to look at the right. It was empty as well. She suddenly felt like they were the only ones awake at this hour. She sighed, brushing her messy hair away from her face.

"Why not Fei?"

"He's gone."

"Gone?!"

The witch nodded, finally dropping her hands to her side.

"I'm sure he went with Nobunaga."

She sighed, leaning against her door frame.

Isn't he supposed to be the one watching over her?

"I almost killed her because I was impatient, are you sure this is alright?"

"Spending time together will most likely make you two friends. Duos who fight together are usually the strongest fighters." The witch smiled, taking off her glasses.

"We're not friends."

"Spending time together will most likely make you two friends." She repeated.

Masami stared down at the blind woman, wondering how she managed to stay positive. She was sure because of this the rebellion still had hope in bringing the empire down. Without her they would surely fall down on their own.

"I'll train her once she wakes up, but if she dies it's not my fault."

"Feitan will be angry." She reminded her.

Masami glared down at her, still enraged that he knocked her out with one swift hit. She watched as the witch walked off without another word, signaling her that she would have to do it no matter what.

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(Y/n) woke up to the smell of warm food beside her. She bolted up once she realized she wasn't at home. The room looked different, everything was different.

She looked down at the food that was set on her lap. Her mouth suddenly went dry and she felt nauseous even though it smelt delicious. She pushed the food away, disgusted by it.

But there was one smell that made her start to drool. A far more delicious smell that came from the other side of the room. She covered both her mouth and nose, her vision already going fuzzy.

"Blood, huh?"

(Y/n) frowned upon hearing Masami's voice, the palm of her hand cut by the knife she held in her other hand. She watched as a blood drop fell. It was making her go into a trance. She shook her head, tightening her grip around both her nose and mouth to control herself.

"Don't tell me you find this stuff delicious, you want to help us don't you?"

"Piss off." She shouted, throwing the food away from her and hid her head under the covers.

Masami grew impatient, she strode up to her side and ripped the covers off her.

"Stop being so stubborn!" She shouted, grabbing a handful of her hair and yanking her out of bed.

"Hey! What the hell is wrong with you?" She tried to fight back but Masami had held her at the edge of the staircase. She looked down, seeing the rows of stairs stare back at her.

"Where's Feitan? I'll get him to cut your head off!"

"For once in your life, swallow your pride lady, (y/n). Ask for forgiveness for the sins you have committed."