Oh my gosh, oh my goodness, oh me oh my. I am so sorry for the long break from posts. I had no idea it had been almost two months since I last updated, I thought it was just only one! I have been so busy with my own things and my sickness just makes time move differently for me since I cant remember a lot of it! Here is a short piece, my apologies. I have a bunch more waiting to be put out, now that I'm out from my writers block. Again, please enjoy and sorry for the delay

Nana closed her eyes as she took a slow, long drag off her cigarette. Her body felt weak as it trembled with the simple task of holding the thin, light, cylinder of tobacco between her two fingers. She leaned against the metal cladding next to Phinks who idly stared out in front of him. After some time Nana cleared her throat,

"Where's Hisoka?" The name itself caused the wind around her to swirl and smell of iron and cinnamon. She could feel the heat from his body when she woke up being carried on his back. She frowned at her reaction. Phinks tsked and crossed his arms.

"Gone doing God knows what." Nana didn't know what she expected but the answer left a hollow empty feeling in her gut.

"Oh." She took another drag and tossed the cigarette, getting ready to head back in. Phinks followed behind her closely just in case. Nana was tough but in this state, a gust of wind could knock off the tiny human in front of him.

"We should get you back to Feitan." Phinks rested his hand on Nana's shoulder and helped guide her to her designation. Nana scowled. She noticed she had been doing a lot of scowling since she had gotten back. She scowled at the thought of her getting back to Feitan. Fei left when she needed help, she did not miss that. Why did it matter if she needed to get back to him at this very moment?

Phinks dropped Nana off at Feitan's door as a parent does at a daycare. That scowl never left her face and she was starting to think that this was to be her face from now on. No longer blank contentment but just a deep, ugly scowling mob from now on. She turned around and pushed her glasses up the bridge of her nose and pushed her unruly hair back behind her ears. Feitan was sitting down reading pages that were in a disarray on the floor. Nana walked over and crouched in front of him. "That isn't Trevor Brown….what is it?" She asked as she went to reach for one of the upside down pages on the floor so she could flip it to see the text. Feitan grabbed her hand harshly and squeezed it until her fingers crinkled together and turned blue.

"None of your business." He snapped. Nana remained crouching and stared at his hand around hers and then back to him. Feitan noticed her eyes were slightly larger and the corners of her mouth twitched.

"I can kind of feel that." Feitan relaxed his hand but Nana shouted at him to stop. He stared into Nana's eyes as she told him to do it harder. Feitan would give anything to hurt and torture this girl against her will, to crack those walls she has up to protect herself. But this, this wasn't what he enjoyed. She willingly wanted him to hurt her and he did not get the joy out of it like he usually did. "Please, Fei. I want to see if I can feel more than just needle pricks."

"I'll crush your hand." Nana gave an honest smile which were rare for her. She wanted to see if she could feel more after Yuna and her co-controlled during that fight with Netero.

"It's okay. It's you."

Fei's breath hitched in his throat and his fingers twitched around her hand. Her face and words ran on repeat through his mind. He never had someone willingly ask for him to hurt them. That smile of hers, that sincerity, it was causing his mind to combust on itself.

"Please, Fei…" Nana's lips seemed fuller and the sweat of her fever gave her an unworldly glow. Her cheeks were full and pink, her eyes glossy from excessive tear production. Even though Feitan knew in reality she looked like a complete mess, at this moment, she looked….dare he say it, beautiful. At the very second that thought passed through his head, Feitan clamped his hand down around hers with force. They both sat there staring at each other as they heard her fingers snap and break under his power. Nana's eye twitched and she frowned.

"Ouch…." She whispered. Nana then registered what she just whispered and the slight throbbing in her hand. Nana's eyes widened and she gasped. "Ouch...Ouch!" Feitan released her now crushed hand that hung there swollen and blue, her fingers a twisted mess. Nana didn't even notice or care. "Fei...it hurt. It kind of hurt! A dull throbbing pain!" Nana uncharacteristically bounced up and down in her crouched state resembling something along the lines of a frog. She gave a giant shit eating grin to Feitan and giggled. "Thank you!" Nana launched herself at Feitan and threw her arms around him. Feitan tensed up and was about to destroy the small woman who invaded his personal space when she knew better, when she turned and gave him a kiss on the cheek. Nana stood up, her joy now mixed with anxiety. She waved her broken hand around and continued to smile. "I'm going to go tell Uvo and get my hand fixed up." Nana quickly left the room and let out the breath she had been holding. She was waiting for the small interrogator to rip her from limb to limb for closing in on his personal space like she did.

Feitan sat on the floor, his eyes wide. His cheek felt like it was on fire and tingled from where her lips rested. Feitan's heart pounded in his chest and felt a mix of shock, happiness, and anger. His hand instinctively went into his pocket where he fingered the photo of Nana he stole from her file. He was going to destroy her bit by bit.