His red scarf [Feitan X Reader]

Chapter twenty one

You woke up with a ginormous yawn and stretch, making you resemble a jaba wokie. Last night had arguably been one of the best sleeps of your life. Rolling over on the bed, you quickly noticed the absence on Feitan next to you, yet again.
for FUCKS sake...

As your eyes adjusted to the harsh light cast in through the windows, you noticed a small note on the bed side table, next to the now extinguished candle. A smile spread across your face as you thought about last night's 'shenanigans'. Your reached over but instantly coiled back in pain as the series of burns and cuts and bruises sent new tremors of pain up your arm. Well shit. Rolling over so you didn't have to stretch, you grabbed the note beside your bed,

Had to get some last minute business done this morning
Sorry I couldn't bring you your morning coffee
Feel free to grab food downstairs, be back as soon as possible
Feitan x

You knew what business was code for- torture. You were slightly disappointed that he hadn't invited you, but you understood. You had to take things slow around the troupe. Especially after last night, you doubted many of them liked you, let alone trusted you with an important mission.

But aside from that, you wanted Feitan to see you in action, he hadn't done so yet and you couldn't wait to see the look on his face when you extract the unhuman cries of unbearable pain from your victims. Torture after all, was your specialty.

With a sigh, you placed the note back on the table and sit up in the large bed. Finally, you take the time to look around your surroundings, (as you were otherwise occupied last night).

The room was mostly damp and dingy, mould cascading down from the corners of the ceiling, tarnishing the garish wall paper. You were lying in a king-sized bed, situated at the centre of the room, with grey and stained covers. Ancient looking cupboards stood in front of the bed against the opposite wall, ones that didn't looked like they had been used in years.
Apart from these key features, the room was bland. Your feet were met with the cold, stone floor that was littered with half used candles as you slipped out of bed. You ungracefully stomped your way towards the bathroom attached to the room. In a half asleep haze, you showered, feeling the warm water bring a new sense of life to you, quite literally as you used this time to heal most of the injuries you had acquired last night.

Although you took off the scarf to shower, you immediately pulled it back on after you dried and clothed yourself, determined that you would value this material over your own life. Drifting about your morning routine, you finally decided that you were ready to start the day, despite the fact that you had over slept and it was now one o'clock in the afternoon. You opened the door and sauntered down the crumbling grand staircase that separated the two floors.

As you entered the main room, your vision came across Chrollo, who was sitting at his usual throne reading a book solemnly. Not wanting to disturb him, you used zetsu to mask your presence, silently stealing across the room. Once you had enough fun secretly taunting the leader of an A-class criminal group, you released your aura and made your presence known, standing a striking distance away from him.

"Good morning" you said with a pleasant smile

His gaze shot up, eyes widening slightly in shock before regaining composure. He hadn't suspected your presence. At all. You were powerful. And now he knew it. Secretly he was impressed with the fact that you had gotten so close without him realising. Few people he knew could do that.

"Morning" he replied, with the same fake smile plastered on his face, trying to cover the awkwardness lingering in the air from last night.

"You had breakfast yet?" you asked casually. After all, you were hungry after all the *cardio* you did yesterday

"Yes, but there should be some food in the boxes over there" he said signalling to crates.

After sifting through a few, you decided that they were mostly filled with booze and baggies of assorted drugs. Feeling like it was a little early for that stuff, you moved past them to pull out a bag of crisps.

Tearing it open, you first offered him some, "you want any?"

"No, thank you" he said with a soft smile. He hadn't expected you to be so friendly after your bold outburst last night.

Sighing, you wandered round the room, inspecting it. You took note of the mould and dense cobwebs. This location is certainly fit for thieves.

Obviously you knew that you were residing in the home of a group of criminals, but no one mentioned that you were staying the THE infamous Phantom Troupe. A group which had sparked your interest at a young age. To be honest, you admired their work and had been impressed at many of the large scale heists they had been able to pull off.

Whilst you waltzed about the room, falling from wall to wall, Chrollo had been watching you. Admiring the simple beauty of you wandering about aimlessly. Admiring your body and the way your eyebrows furrowed as a concentrated look plastered across your face, pondering in your thoughts.

You felt his gaze after fingering the bottom of the now empty bag of chips. Your head snapped round to meet his eyes boring into you, studying you. Without breaking the eye contact, you lazily made your way towards him.

"What are you reading?"

"A clockwork orange by..."

"Anthony Burgess"

"You know it?" he said, slightly shocked

"Yes, I picked it up years ago. Very dark and satirical. Fitting if you ask me. If you like that try American psycho by Bret Easton Ellis. It's one of my favourites"

"I'll keep that in mind"

During the short interaction, you hadn't realised the fact that you were inching closer to the man, becoming slowly more in traced by his natural commanding tone. You daren't remove yourself from his stern gaze, and soon you found yourself standing over the sitting figure.

Now it was your turn to analyse him. Anyone could see how stupidly attractive the man was. From the jelled back hair to the prominently defined abs. This guy definitely pulls...

You stood there, for a moment too long, just enough to make the situation awkward. Blatantly, you had been checking him out, although your excuse was that it was simply a task of analysing the man's physical strengths and possible weaknesses.

Is it just me, or could you literally cut the sexual tension in this room with a knife?

There was a beat of silence before you had to drag yourself away.
Humming as you turned your back and waltzed out the door,
"I'm going to go kill some people now"

Chuckling, he replied,

"have fun"

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A/N:
Heyy guys :)

First off- OMFG WE ARE ALMOST AT 2K READS (*insert screeches of disbelief*). Thank y'all so much. I cannie believe it. I just- AHHHHHH!!

Sorry my regular updates are litterally out the window! I have exams (ew) coming up soon so it's gonna be a bit all over the place for a while :(((

Another quick thing- basically I know I haven't been entirely sticking to the characters official stories, i.e,
-feitian is supposed to be illiterate and have really bad English, that's why he doesn't talk too much
-chrollo is supposed to be with at least two members of the troupe at all times

...buuuut I didn't think it would fit this story too well so I sorta skimmed over it :))

Anywayssss that's all I wanted to say. Have fun and stay safe!!
Kitty x