For "anonymous" on Tumblr. (Bonus points to those who figure out where the surge of energy comes from.)
When Feitan had become the stand-in leader for the Phantom Troupe, he had imagined that it would be about the same as it was before, except now he was giving the orders. Never, in the twenty something years he had experienced had he been met with a situation like this. Orders wouldn't do him any good now. He clicked his tongue, trying to think of a way out of the situation that would ensure all of the members got out alive. None of them had enough Nen to fend off the several blacklist hunters the Vatican had as hired security. The troupe had been chased into a large great hall and any onlooker could tell this wasn't their first time against a group of powerful Nen users. One of the men spoke up, obviously the leader of the recruited hunters.
"Which of you is the troupe head?"
Everyone around him tensed, and he could tell the other spiders were waiting for his reaction. He stepped forward, slowly, deliberately, so as not to startle them or to agitate any of the injuries he had sustained. "I am," his voice cut through the room, the unfamiliar language rolling off his tongue in a way he didn't like, "what is it you want?"
"Seeing as we're working for the Vatican, we can't necessarily kill you on such holy grounds, but…" the man glanced to the side of Feitan, his grin widening. "We can always liberate the children. She's young enough to be spared from the wrath of God if we can purify her now."
Feitan's eyes widen, as he realized who this hunter was talking about. His mouth goes dry when he realizes Kalluto is already next to him, their shoulders brushing as they pass.
"Stop!" he commands, slipping to his native tongue in his panic. Kalluto pauses, not turning to face him. "Please don't!" he continues, his voice losing volume. This wasn't how it was suppose to go.
"I…" the young boy starts, then shakes his head, "They can't lose their leader again." He replies in the same language, but then slips into one the entire troupe shared, smiling to his comrades behind Feitan. "For the Spider." Kalluto turned back, and continued to walk forward, the hunter now sneering at the smaller man.
"Oh? So you would sacrifice one of your own in hopes of repenting for your sins? How very "brave" of you. You're not worthy of being called a leader if that's yo-"
"Take me instead!" Feitan heard a soft gasp from behind him, but he ignored that. He wouldn't let them have Kalluto. That's when he noticed himself gaining energy. He grabs his shoulder, a strategy forming in his mind.
"What do-"
"I said to take me instead. I'm the leader, and I'm sure your boss would much rather have me than this scrawny kid anyways." He regained his confidence as he strutted forward, stopping to put his hand on Kalluto's shoulder. "I'd make a much better prize, don't you say?"
"Feitan," Kalluto murmured, "you-"
"I won't let them touch you," he whispered under his breath, returning to his own language now that he knew Kalluto could understand it. "Besides, I've got a plan." He pulled down his scarf from his face, giving the younger boy a rare smile. "I'll be back soon, oh, and," Feitan's body burst into light, suddenly surrounded in armor, the others' eyes widening in recognition, "thanks for the Nen."