The Man With The Gloves (mxmxmxm)

21. Sassy boy

"The best fighter is never angry." (Lao Tzu)

A/N: So sorry for the wait. Here is an extra long chapter for you :3

I will of course reply to your comments on the last chapter, but I wanted to THANK YOU GUYS for all your sweet messages/comments regarding the death of my pet, Billy. Seriously, it means so much to me that you took the time to write them! I don't know how to convey how your support made me feel T.T but just know that you're the BEST and that's final!!

Fayez was mad.

He was mad because he had spent several hours reading about the Bacteria Tarentula that had infected Zephyr's body, but didn't find anything useful in the end. The other vampire was dying and he couldn't do shit about it. Zephyr was suffering and all Fayez could do was helplessly watch him.

He was mad because he hated the tension between Akhenaton and himself, but at the same time, he was too proud to even consider trying to mend things. Still, he felt the urge to reach for the prefect, and he was mad for being so mentally weak.

He was mad because he desperately wanted things he could never have, like a relationship with the three prefects.

He was mad because his sole dream for centuries had been to protect human beings, but now, he wasn't even sure anymore if that dream was worth pursuing. After all, it was because of one of their kind that Zephyr was dying. Were all human beings heartless monsters, or did some of them deserve to be protected? They were a species of killers.

He was mad because despite of how hard he had been training and studying at the ISB, he doubted it would ever be enough for his parents to consider that he had changed, and deserved their love and forgiveness.

He was mad at himself, mostly, but to others, it probably didn't look that way.

"Bloody hell, Faye, you don't hold back, do you?" Nassiba hissed in pain, as she wiped off the blood that was running from her nose. "What got your panties in a twist?"

"Sorry, Nassiba. I didn't mean to hit you in the face." Fayez said in a contrite tone, as he gave her a hand and helped her stand.

"I'm fine, I'm not made in glass, and we're training anyway. We can't be too careful with our teamates, because during mission, the intent of our ennemies will be to actually kill us all." the young woman retorted with a shrug, before leaving the ring and jumping into her girlfriend's welcoming arms.

Juliet, Nassiba's girlfriend, glared at Fayez before trying to convince the other girl that she should go to the infirmary.

Of course, her attempts were doomed because Nassiba seemed keen on never appearing weak in front of anyone.

She was a very good fighter, but sometimes, Fayez was concerned that her apparent carelessness about her own life would get her killed.

In a way, they both shared similarities. Seems like self-destructive tendencies can be a good starting point to a sincere friendship.

It was around 7 now, and Fayez watched as the rest of his teamates left the training room, probably heading to the refectory.

He was nowhere near finished, though. He still had so much pent-up emotion that he needed to externalize.

What was the best way to stop feeling like shit? Talking? Ah. Are you kidding? Certainly not. Not happening.

Delivering punches until your knuckles are bleeding? Sounds like a much better idea. Let's do just that.