Once the door had closed behind Nobunaga, Feitan rushed over to you, standing in front of your knees.

"Are you okay?" He asked, softly, with a quiet voice. "No one hurt you, right?"

It was a relief to finally be speaking in your native language. "No, everyone so far has just had questions about being blind. Nobunaga said the only people I should worry about are people named Illumi and Kalluto. And then, my sister, of course."

Feitan shivered, "Machi is a scary woman, I will admit. Illumi and Kalluto don't kill for free though. Unless she paid them, they probably won't even hardly talk to you."

You sat for a moment, thinking about what was said. You thought to yourself how unlucky it was that you had the pinkette for a sister. She was not only cruel, but selfish and deadly. If you had someone like Nobunaga for a brother, life could have been so different. It was a given that you would still have your sight, but perhaps you would have been able to act on your feelings. Instead, you were barely speaking to one of the few people who understood you.

Feitan wasn't doing much better. Staring down at your face, he was lost in his own thoughts.

It's weird, he thought contemplatively, staring into the abyss of your sightless eyes, usually when I want to sleep with someone, I just like their bodies. But this is different. I feel like I actually have to like her as a person before I can even touch her. He thought about this as if it were a mind-blowing revelation, but perhaps it was a normal, coming-of-age revelation. As one gets older, it becomes harder and harder to be attracted to someone simply because of the way they look. Did he care more about the relationship's potential longevity, rather than just instant sexual gratification? It was uncomfortable for him.

"Feitan?" You cleared your throat, "Can I... touch your face?"

He blushed, and he was glad you couldn't see it. "Um, sure. I guess so." You patted the seat next to you, gesturing for him to join you. Tentatively, he did and you instantly reached out to touch his face. "I thought you couldn't see?"

"I can hear where your voice comes from and feel your aura move. But that's it, if it's not raining." Your fingertips gently explored his face as he pulled his bandana down.

Your hands weren't as soft as he thought they might be, but it made sense for an artist. He reveled in the experience of being explored. You weren't caressing him, per say, but getting to know him in your own way. And Feitan enjoyed it, and enjoyed the quiet. He was just starting to close his eyes and relax when the door swung open.

"Get away from my sister."