"What so funny?" Feitan asked, as he and two other auras came back into the room.

"She asked if she was going to be a numbered member of the Troupe," Franklin explained. "This weak thing."

"I no weak. I blind." You crossed your arms.

"You are certainly weak compared to us. No, I don't think we need to give a tattoo yet." Chrollo agreed, stepping into the light. "But we can certainly treat her well." The laughter stopped all at once and you assumed the boss had given everyone some kind of signal. "We'll help you with your nen. Perhaps, little sister, one day you'll be strong enough to join us. My question is; do you have stronger senses?"

"Ah... no." You admitted. "I just pay attention better."

"Can you read braille?"

"No... I no need to..."

The boss and his menacing aura walked up close to you and leaned down to your ear. "Make a case for keeping yourself here."

"I artist?" You looked forward with a grimace. "I see in rain better than when I had eyes."

"Oh?" Chrollo looked down at you. "Go on?"

"I see everything. Whole city section." You explained. "I see person four doors over picking nose. I see woman behind back laughing. I see rat in garbage." Chrollo thought for a minute, and then suddenly, everyone around you stood up and left. "Uh, people?!"

"They're not leaving you. They're leaving us." Feitan's voice came through in your native language. "I'm not allowed to tell you about the deal I made with Chrollo and Machi, but soon, you won't be spending a lot of time alone. He's probably trying to give a bit of space."

"I am not a prize, you know." You crossed your arms, but frowned. "Dragging me everywhere, bets on me... I'm a person. A good one, I like to think. Good enough, at least."

"You are a good person." He put a hand on your shoulder, causing you to jump.

"You don't know me."

"Does anyone?"

"No."

"Let me try then." He blushed and was thankful for your lack of sight.

"Why? You are cute and you are nice, but I don't know why you're so interested in me." You sat down on the ground with a plop. "I'm a blind artist with a psychotic half-sister. What more do you want to know?"

You felt Feitan's heat come close and soon his knee was touching yours. "I want to know everything. I want to know what makes you happy, what makes you sad. I want to know all of your favorites and everything you hate. Most of all, I want to know what I can do to deserve you." His hand touched your knee again, although you didn't flinch this time.

"I want to know why you feel this way about me..." You blushed and looked away.

Feitan laughed and sat back on his hands. "Yeah, me too. I feel insane. I have never, ever felt this way before. Trust me, I wish I could just fuck you and be over it, but I know that won't work."

"You do a lot of fucking?" You smirked.

"Oh yes, lots." There was a mischievous tone to his voice. "You're too innocent though, you couldn't handle even just the stories."

You turned to face his aura. "Try me!"