Happy mother's day to myself and every other mother in the states! If not, happy mother's day anyway because we should be celebrated more than just one day out of the year. Feitan is back and will be staying for a long while just like Hisoka did. Flip flop, right? Anyway, this chapter isn't the best, just more like a filler to push it along until the next part which is important. Alrighty then, like always, I hope you enjoy!

"Yuna~" The blue haired girl kept briskly walking. "Yu-na~" Her eye twitched as she increased her pace. "Yu-"

"What?!" She yelled as she whipped around to stare at the annoying, pouting, fiery, clown following behind her like a puppy dog.

"I'm bored." She groaned and rolled her eyes.

"What do you want me to do about that? We're almost to the hideout."

"When is Nana coming back?" Yuna started walking again, pulling the sweatshirt tied around her waist, tighter.

"After we get back. She can't have this information yet, I need to get this into a certain somebody's hands."

"Who?"

"None of your damn business. Sorry Hisoka but, just because I enjoy your unique type of company, it doesn't mean I trust you. At all." Hisoka snickered and stretched his arms above his head, reaching towards the scalding sun and folding them lazily behind his head.

"Does Nana know of our 'unique type of company'?" Yuna stumbled as she froze from the blaring obvious question, caught herself and kept her fast pace. "I take that as a no?" Multiple plans of sabotage, conquering, and utter manipulation, ran through his sadistic mind. Before he could get lost in the delicious thoughts that overcame him, Yuna attacked. Strangling him with ease with her nen rope, coiling around his body slowly and almost sensually. Nana usually had to focus to control her ropes, making quick but small hand gestures, and be able to see the person. Yuna on the other hand, controlled it like a second nature. The difference in aura and control between the two women astounded Hisoka. It thrilled him and ever since Yuna returned to him after the two met with Netero, he could tell they were one step closer to becoming one.

"If I was you, I would stop every last thought pertaining to Nana right this second." Hisoka gave a raspy chuckle that was cut short due to the rope around his neck quickly tightening at the sound of his breathing. His pulse was rapidly slowing down, pounding in his head like war drums. Hisoka's eyes started to flutter back into his head, a joyous grin on his face the whole time. Through the sea of pounding he heard Yuna growl in frustration and she slapped him in the face. Hard. "Seriously, I could kill you and you're enjoying it? Why must you ruin everything good for us?!" Yuna dropped the deadly red ropes and took off into the direction of the Phantom Troupe's hideout. "I don't have time for this. I need to get back now."

Yuna and Hisoka reached the hideout a couple hours after their little fiasco. Yuna was on edge, trying her hardest to keep Nana at bay this whole time. This has been the longest she's ever been out and it was taking its toll on her. She was by this time in cold sweats and shivering, her head was pounding with a migraine but she continued to carry herself with such pride and didn't show a single weakness. She didn't need to when Chrollo came into view, lounging like a lazy king on his thrown of knowledge. Chrollo snapped his book shut and jumped down to meet Yuna, his hand reaching up and laying gently on her dampened forehead.

"You're sick, Nana." Yuna closed her eyes and breathed heavily.

"I would be if I was Nana." Chrollo removed his hand and helped support the weak Yuna that was now standing on trembling legs.

"Where is she?"

"She's safe. I need Feitan, we need Feitan. Now." Chrollo nodded and offered to help her to him but she refused, just asking where he was so she could meet with him herself, it was important all this stayed confidential until the time was right.

"Feitan." She wheezed, grasping for the medical table for support as she fumbled inside his interrogation room. The dark torturer turned to her with a glare, furious she interrupted his personal time and invaded his personal space. She was lucky the subject was already dead but she knew better. Feitan's face did not soften as he finally registered the state "Nana" was in.

"I told you don't die, brat."

"She didn't. Feitan, we need your help. Nana needs your help. You are the only one she really trusts, and you're the only one fit for the job in my eyes." Yuna coughed and threw the manilla folder at him, he caught it with ease. "All the information about Nana and her past is in there. Keep it secret. Nana tried to learn about her past in one go but some hiccups happened along the way that kept her from it. She can't know all of it right now. Especially about A." Yuna collapsed onto the floor, her eyes closed and her breathing heavy and frantic. Feitan knealt down and placed his hand on her face.

"You're burning." Yuna opened her eyes and gave a small smirk.

"You're not too bad yourself." Feitan scowled and moved to remove his hand but Yuna shot out and gripped it tightly. "If you fuck this up, I'll kill you." Yuna's body went limp and the interrogator stared at her and sighed. He figured he better move her off of the bloody hard floor before looking through the manilla folder she handed him. Feitan lifted her up with ease, she was extremely light. He tried to figure out where to put her, he wanted to read that information right this very second and every passing second was irritating him. He settled on his putting her where he slept. One, it was close by. Sooner he got her there, the sooner he got to read. Two, no one would see him carrying her. Phinks especially would start something with him. He gently laid the sleeping girl on his mat, pulling a thing blanket over her sweating body.

Feitan grabbed an extra bandanna of his and drowned it in cold water. He walked over to the pale girl and placed it on her forehead. Her facial features relaxed from the comfort of the cold. A small smile on her face surprised Feitan. He sat on the edge of his mat and studied her pale features. Her blue hair was dark and damp with sweat. Her usually full, soft pink lips were chapped. Her pale skin was even more of a deathly color. Feitan's eyes slowly move down, past her neck, over her collarbones and down her shoulders. His eyes studied every little scar that covered her petite body. His interest was completely peeked and he felt warm and jittery inside as he uncovered more and more horrible scarring on her body. As an interrogator, he knew what most of these were caused from. The thought of this frail woman getting her limbs cut off and reattached only to repeat the process, made his heart flutter with excitement.

Feitan stood up and grabbed the manilla folder that would divulge him into Nana's secret past. All the horrible past she and her other half refused to accept. His body was vibrating with need as he quickly ripped open the folder and pulled out the stack of papers and images. A photo slipped and fell out, landing on the floor at his feet. Feitan set the papers set to him and grabbed the photo, his eyes slightly widening at the sight. He had reached his point and couldn't contain himself anymore, as he pocketed the image. He grabbed the papers and stalked back to his interrogation room, his hands twitching to tear something apart. He could feel the image burn his skin through his coat pocket. It felt molten and heavy as lead. The image of a young beaten Nana, chained up in a cellar, her legs removed above her knees, pulled from her body but not out of frame. A man's boot could be seen in the corner and cigarette smoke drifting from his direction over Nana. What did it for Feitan wasn't the torture itself but Nana. Nana sat there, tears welled in her eyes but a small smile on her face as she stared at the person taking the photo.