Undeniable (Feitan x Reader)

Chapter 18: A Few Too Many Apologies

"Like hell he is! He's crazy!" you protested silently, giving an astonished look at the woman in front of you.

"Uh actually-" before you had a chance to fight back the black-haired man grabbed you by your arm and walked you upstairs.

"Hey let me go! I don't want to share a room with you!" you spat.

"No. That stupid clown could come back... and kill you in your sleep." He stopped at the door and turned the key.

"I'm starting to think you're using that poor man as an excuse"

"Hisoka? Poor? Yeah right."

Feitan had always despised Hisoka. Even when he was still masquerading as a Phantom Troupe member, the black-hair man never let down his guard. He hated him even more now that he had seen him pinning you against a tree. "I don't want to know what he would've done if I didn't come on time."

"How do you know him?"

What should he say? The truth? That Hisoka was a killer, thief, villain, traitor? Oh, wait he was all those things too, except the traitor part.

"He was a member of the Troupe."

"Was? Did he get fired or something?" you were once again becoming entangled in the curiosity that he always awoke in you.

"Hah well...he betrayed us. Lied. Traitor." He chuckled softly, sitting down on the warm bed.

"Feitan...why did you come to find me?" This was the question you had been dying to ask him since he showed up unexpectedly, but you hadn't been ready to do so until now.

The room was lit by a single candle, burning on the corner of a desk. The warm light that came off of it reflected beautifully on the ebony hue of his hair, and the grey tones of his eyes. His expression softened, and he raised his eyes to meet yours.

"Y/N...I'm..."

Your eyes did not leave him, you felt the sadness in his voice. This would all be much easier if you could read each other's minds. As you waited for him to continue, you undid your hair and let it fall loosely on your shoulders.

He couldn't help but reach out to touch the softness of your face, to feel the warmth radiating off your skin. As much as you hated to admit it, you missed his familiar cold touch.

"I'm sorry." He pulled his hand back and turned it palm up and his gaze fixated on it. This was a habit he had whenever he was uncomfortable with speaking or nervous.

You had to restrain yourself from jumping on him and giving him a hug that he so desperately needed. "I can't forgive him so easily."

"Why...why are you sorry?" you cleared your throat and began to unlace your boots.

As unbelievable as it sounds, Feitan had spent the journey to find you reciting what he would tell you. "I need you. No no that's stupid. I was stupid. I'm an idiot. Please forgive me. What the fuck? Since when did I become so soft?"

"Y/N...you are too good...to be true. You took in criminal like me....and saw me as anyone else. So-so when you showed your ability...I...it was easier to think you would trick me...than to think you could really care about someone like me."

And there it was. The ramblings of a seasoned killer and torturer finally poured into a sincere confession. He left himself wide open, vulnerable to you and only you. Up until now, life seemed like a cruel joke he had to make the best of. But now he knew there was beauty hidden in this world, beauty that manifested itself in a girl sitting right next to him. He had to protect you, but how could he if he couldn't protect you from himself?