Feitan was looking at the village downhill peacefully until his back felt something sharp stuck to it. He turned his head around, only to look at a pair of dead eyes with her hand on the dagger hilt.

"What are you doing?" He asked in annoyed tone.

"Stabbing you."

Feitan wanted to facepalm, but the urge to throw the girl downhill was more overpowering. He grabbed her by the collar and ready to throw her downwards, or upwards – as long as she disappeared, but the voice of Shalnark stopped him midways.

"I think we got false info." Shalnark scratched the back of his head. He's sure Feitan wouldn't like the result of his investigation. "There's no hidden treasure. Only a pile of corpses."

Now the shorty masked man's vein popped up more obviously than before. "I'll kill that bastard!" That bastard = Phynx. He was the one who supplied them with the treasure rumour.

Shalnark sweatdropped. What a lovely bond those two had.


Shalnark and Feitan camped out in the woods. The girl had slept like a baby, unaware and oblivious to what may approach her in her sleep.

"Tell me again, why she's here with us?"

Shalnark just smiled, realized why Feitan asked him the question. "Because Boss asked us too."

Feitan groaned. The girl – Anon, as what the boss called her – was a anonymous. No one knew where she came from and who was she. She just appeared out of nothing at their hideout, following Chrollo everywhere, including the toilet.

Chrollo had to knock her out of sense, of course.

Then, she developed a habit of stabbing a random person with her dagger. Again, where she obtained the daggers remained a mystery.

At first, Chrollo was the only victim. Then, she started stabbing Phynx, Shalnark, Nobunaga, Franklin, Uvogin and now, Feitan was her new target.

She didn't touch the females and Coltopi. Chrollo said she's an alpha female chauvinist. About Coltopi, it's probably because she knew Coltopi made a double of himself, so it's useless to attack a fake.

"I can't believe he made us babysit her."

"Now now." Shalnark tried to calm him down. Feitan could be scary when he's mad.

"Easy for you to say. She didn't stab you much."

"Maybe she likes you."

"Shalnark." Feitan threw another stick into the fire. "Wanna get roasted?"


He should be happy, but he didn't. He's just pissed. Very pissed.

Where the hell did that stabber go?!

She was nowhere to be found one fine day. Feitan thought it was weird that his back felt relax and he didn't have to dodge those stupid, half-hearted attack again.

He thought his life would be peaceful without her around but here he was. Standing on the tallest skyscraper he could find while scanning the town for her shadow.

Damn it.

All because the females member were worried.

Finally. After waiting for almost half a day, he got a sniff of her. Faint, but traceable.

Now, you're going to be roasted, you dummy chick!


She found herself to be surrounded by thugs. Ugly thugs. And here she thought Phantom Troupe got no looks.

She sighed.

"Ojou-chan~" A perverted, lecherous tone reached her eardrums. She wanted to puke on the spot. "Why don't you come play with us?"

"No."

They didn't back down at her rejection, thinking she was playing hard to get. What they didn't know was, she already threw daggers at them as they inched closer towards her.

"You bitch!"

Punches were about to land themselves on her petite body, but an umbrella became her defense. She looked at Feitan's back with the same look – dead look.

"You shrimp!" Feitan swayed his umbrella, knocking the girl to the side with a blood trickling from her lips.

"Oi oi." One of the thugs had a strong grip on Feitan's shoulder. "That chick is ours. Wait in line, bastard!"

The girl wiped the blood from her mouth. She sighed. It looked like three burned meat were on the way to be served.


She followed where Feitan brought her to. There's no escaping him this time. With a grip that could break her wrist any time, it would be a bad move to try and struggle her way out of this.

Finally, they reached an abandoned pub. Feitan pulled her in and threw her to the wall. The place was shaking up due to the impact.

"If you wanted to die badly, at least write a letter to your female faction and tell them not to worry about you, bitch!"

"...It's the first time."

Feitan was caught off-guard when she spoke. She actually spoke. Usually, she only spoke when she had to answer a question.

"They died."

"Can you speak louder!?" His voice echoed through. The birds that were sitting on the roof flew away.

"When I stabbed them, they died." She started to talk louder. "The human is so fragile. One stab and they're motionless. Their life is just like a candle."

"What's that had to do with you repetitively stabbing us?!"

She looked at him, then smiled. "You didn't die."

Feitan didn't know how to react. True. Phantom Troupe was not an ordinary group. They're a pro hunter, assassins and thieves – whichever they needed to be – but still...

What kind of preposterous reason to stab someone to test their lives?!

"Go back to where you belong."

"I belong nowhere."

"Don't you have a family? A home?" Now he sounded like a therapist.

"Nope. They all died. I killed them."


Everyone were looking at them as they entered the hideout from the door. Feitan had carried the girl back on his back.

Some of them were amused, others were just puzzled.

"Is that a corpse?" Phynx was the first to speak up, only to receive cuts on his face as answers. "What the hell did you do that for?!"

"Shut up." Feitan continued carrying her to her room.

He sighed after he put her on the bed. Too much trouble for a single girl.

"Feitan." She mumbled. "Your life belongs to me. You can only die in my hand."

The shorty pulled a blanket over her. "Idiot. I would not die so easily." A warm kiss made its way on her forehead. "Now, sleep, you freaky stabber."


A/N : The ending was quite a...tsundere of Feitan. But overall, I'm happy with FeitanOC since not much of their fanfic here.

And yes. I'm lazy to come up with a name.