The Man With The Gloves (mxmxmxm)

16. An interesting day-off

A/N: Sorry guys I haven't replied to your comments on the last chapter, but I will do it very soon! Pïnky promise xx

"Imagine smiling after a slap in the face. Then think of doing it twenty-four hours a day." (Mark Zusak, The Book Thief)

"Is everything crystal clear, Ake?" a deep, soothing but authoritative voice asked.

""Yeah, but Ash, I still don't get why I must be the one who -"

" Perfect. If everything is clear, then Zeph and I will go, we wouldn't want to be late. Fayez will be in your care for today. Listen, I don't want any drama, okay?

"There - there won't be any."

"The poor sweetheart looked pretty distressed yesterday, and we don't want you to make it worse by acting like an asshole toward him"  - another voice, much lighter than the others two. An angel's voice.

"Don't start lecturing me about it, too, Zephyr. I've already told you that what happened during his first day of training was an accident. An accident, you get it? I will never let things go this far again. You should know I would never hurt a student intentionally. I'm better than that."

"Okay, Ake, okay, I won't start patronizing you. After all, there can only be one daddy here, and the role is already taken by Ashur."

"He might be your daddy, but he isn't mine!"

"Come on, Ake. You might not be a sub per se, but you're a sub for him!"

Some laughters. People briefly kissing.

" Bye now, love. Don't stress too much about it - I know you, and I'm sure that deep down you're freaking out about spending the day alone with our adorable little lamb."

"Ugh, Ashur, he's not adorable! Plus, what makes you think I could stress over him! He's not even my- okay, I can see that you guys won't ever believe me. Whatever. Bye-bye. Have a nice fucking day."

"You too, Mister Grumpy"

"I told you to stop calling me that! I'm a prefect, not a fifteen-years old thug in some posh private school"

More laughters, the sound of the door being closed, then everything was silent again.

Fayez felt back into a half slumber. He couldn't remember sleeping this peacefully in his whole life. Actually, he had always been some kind of a night owl - not because he went to clubs or attended parties, obviously not. Such words didn't belong to his vocabulary.

He did not even enjoy staying up late to read, write, or whatever else the so-called artists enjoyed doing at night.

For some reason, his brain usually went into an overactive mode every night. Pictures of his life danced in front of his closed eyes. Those pictures were bleak, colorless and way too realistic. Nobody would be interested in looking at them for more than a few seconds.

Those pictures sometimes made him consider whether or not it was worth for him to be alive. The immediate answer was always the same.

When those thoughts came into his mind, he forced himself to think about Anna, the little girl who had died because of him, centuries ago. He thought of the promise he had made to himself that day, and how it would be a coward act to kill himself before he even had the chance to make amends by protecting as many humans as he could.

He had achieved little to nothing, during those three centuries, so he wouldn't allow himself to leave this world now.

Last night hadn't begun on a promising note. He had hurt himself again after hearing Akhenaton cry. Yet, he had still managed to fall into a deep, thoughtless slumber not too long after, which was a suprising discovery.