I didn't have a part two in mind when I originally wrote the one shot but Felix wouldn't leave my mind so hear it is. I don't think it's as good as my first one but oh well.
Felix violently grabbed a training sword and couldn't give a damn that he knocked down all the others. Startled everyone in the training ground looked at him and he glared back. One mad, powerful strike against the training dummy and everyone got the messaged and left.
He swung a few more times and growled out his frustrations with each strike. He wanted to scream, to curse the heaves, at the top of his lungs but he couldn't. With the lump forming in his throat, he was sure his voice would betray him, so he stuck to low growls.
His father was a fool. There was no honor in death. Knighthood was a laughable lie that tormented Felix. So, what if his father and brother sacrificed their lives to save the Boar's? Was the Boar's life worth it? Was Felix supposed to die next? Was that the family curse the Boar had placed upon the Fraldarius family? A strangled cry escaped him as he swung his sword again. Was that what his family wanted from him? To be the next sacrificial lamb?
Momentarily he stopped to stare at the dummy and an imagine of Dimitri crying flashed before his mind. With gritted teeth and a tighter grip, he shouted as he swung at the dummy but the blow was weak and the blade slide off of it. He chocked back a sob as his eyes drifted downward. It wasn't fair. Why did it take his father's death to bring Dimitri back? Why wasn't Dedue or the Professor enough? "Why?" he screamed out as he weakly struck the dummy again. Why did Dimitri have to come back? Why did his lost friend come back? He wanted to hate the Boar to finally put an end to his misery and yet… That friend he clung to when he was a child was back. It wasn't fair.
The Boar should have died, he was basically already a walking corpse. He was sending them to their deaths; the Professor even agreed as much. It was his monstrous rage that led to that conclusion, so why did it have to be Felix's father that paid the price? Vigor flowed through Felix and he slashed the dummy with great force. His father was still a great assist to the kingdom. He was protecting his citizens and doing so much. And what did that Boar do? Nothing! He abandoned his people and his kingdom and for what? Petty revenge and he was the one to live. It wasn't fair!
A loud scream ripped through him and he struck the dummy with so much force. His crest activated upon impact and the training sword shattered. Tossing the remains of the sword aside he stared at the now large dent in the training dummy. Dimitri begging for Felix's father to live flashed through his mind and he gritted his teeth. Clenching his fist as tightly as he could he struck the dummy over and over again. Without proper gear his knuckles cried out and he didn't care.
He only stopped his rampage when he heard his name called. Byleth stood next to the rack that the training swords used to be nicely arranged upon and was watching him with that pointed stare of hers; the stare he could never figure out if he liked it or not. He scoffed at her as he pushed his hair out of his face, it had come loose during his madness. He spoke no words and absentmindedly looked over his knuckles, his gloves were worn thin and he even managed to cut himself in some of the small tears.
"Felix," she called for him again. Glancing at her he was barely given him enough time to catch the training sword that was thrown at him. He watched as she walked to one end of the training ground with her own sword in hand. He scoffed at her and didn't budge. "Come," she ordered in a tone that left no room for arguing and yet he still refused to budge.
She wasted no other words on him and charged at him. He could barely voice his complaint when he had to raise his sword to defend himself from the incredibly, weak strike. He glared at her but that didn't stop her from striking weakly again at him.
"If you are going to waste my time," he growled out as he slashed at her, which she nimbly dodged, "take me seriously, at least!" Another pathetically, weak strike from her and he tightly gripped his sword. "Fine!"
Roaring out he charged at her and slammed his sword down on hers. Technique be damned as he swung at her over and over again. His body tried to move in the ways it was most familiar with and yet the desire to have his mind completely empty but his anger refusing to allowing it, made it an impossible task for any part of him to cooperate. He swings had left many openings on him and yet she never went on the offense and only blocked with her sword, never dodged.
Even in his rage, the swordsman was able to see what she was doing, each block from her was careful and precise, she made sure that her sword always came into contact with a different part of his blade as she blocked. It was a calculated ploy to make sure his sword didn't break and that he accidentally hurt himself. "Cut the crap! I already broke a sword!" He wanted to demand for her to take him seriously but he knew he wasn't deserving of it at that moment and he could only growl out his frustrations.
Her tactics didn't change and it only spurred him on more. Forgoing speed he focused all his strength into attacking. He took great pleasure in watching her face scrunched up as she tried to keep up with her ridiculous plan. With each heavy strike she was forced to take a step back and he relished in that. Soon enough her foot bumped against the steps that led out of the training ground, and a devilish smirked danced on his lips. He jumped high into the air just to add more power to his strike and his teeth were bared when he felt his crest activated.
Despite all of Byleth's best efforts a sword broke-hers. The sword snapped before their eyes and the little protection she had for her face was gone. Felix's sword connected with a sickening thud and she fell back. Desperately he reached out for her but he wasn't fast enough and she fell to the floor with another loud thud.
"Byleth!" he screamed as he ran towards her. She laid on the floor, unmoving and with blood gushing out of her new wound on her forehead. He threw his sword away as he hovered over her. His mind screaming but not a single thought could be made out. His eyes flew up looking for someone-anyone- who could help but came to the unfortunate realization that in his anger he had chased everyone away.
Carefully he placed a hand under her knees and the other under her head. The urge to run was unbearable but he remained strong and took careful steps as to not jostle her head anymore than he already had too. Back in his academy days he saw the Professor as someone incredible, almost unreachable, but now he saw her as to what she was a simple human with far too many burdens thrusted upon her. And now he was becoming another problem of hers. He gritted his teeth and buried the lump that forming in his throat to the pit of his stomach, now wasn't the time for that.
As he made his way to the infirmary, he had to come to the realization at how idiotic it was for the infirmary to be on the second story. Climbing the stairs had been incredibly difficult, not because he was caring her, but because he was worried how each step must have affected her. Right as he reached the top, his fears were subsided as she stirred and a shaky breath escaped him. Half lidden eyes looked up at him and they held him captive before she winced in pain.
"You're a fool! A damn fool!" he said but he never intended too do so. He cursed himself for his inability to control himself that day.
"Are you okay?" she asked and he scoffed at her. He opened his mouth to say something but bit back his tongue. Instead he brought his face close to hers and his eyes bore into hers. Her warm breath against his lips, her eyes that only had him reflected in them, it was a sight he didn't realized that he hungered for. He could have stayed like that longer but he had to get her to the infirmary so he fought against his desires and pressed on.
"I'm fine," he grumbled. He ignored the heat in his cheeks when he spotted the small smile she wore. He ignored the warmth that spread throughout his body and the fading coldness that had plagued him not long ago. And above all else he ignored the desire to claim her lips. He would only do that when he was deserving. When he had all his emotions and feelings worked out about her and about Dimitri. Until then it would remain a hidden desire.
Ugh, another ending I don't like. How does one write good endings? Anyway, I hope you guys at least enjoyed the beginning.