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Kink Meme - Assassin's Creed [Fills]
We're about to reach the posting limit on pt.1&2, this is for those who wish to continue/write on prompts on both these parts.
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Clipped (16a/?)
(Anonymous) 2011-06-01 02:43 am (UTC)(link)As soon as he’d been able he’d called Malik. He hadn’t yelled, he’d just guilted Malik into feeling terrible for keeping that from him. He knew he shouldn’t, that he should listen to Altair’s advice, but he just couldn’t. Other than that though he heard little from his friend and he knew it was because he was preparing with the other movers.
Gilberto was over often and he and Altair talked constantly, getting everything in order and figuring out how things were going to go. Gilberto was just a liaison though and Leo knew that eventually the movers would come back and when they left the Rifters would with them. Still some part of him detested the movers and Malik because of what they were going to do. The thief told him that they’d need some clothing for the journey, ones suitable for hot days and cold nights. Leo had no idea what sort that was though because the weather was always temperate and about the same temperature all year in the capital. Ezio expressed the fact that he knew what sort of clothing was needed so he’d dragged Ezio out with him to find some.
It was strangely entertaining actually.
“You act like you’ve never been in a department store,” Leo told him.
“You act as if I have,” Ezio said purposefully trying to flatten his accent into something more similar to Leo’s. It was a terrible, terrible, accent.
“You’ve been here five years,” Leo pointed out as Ezio rapidly flipped through a dozen shirts.
“I was normally not allowed out of the house,” Ezio said lazily and Leo winced, of course, he should have thought of that. “Though once someone tried to use Altair as a prize fighter… it was a very successful venture until Altair broke our master’s teeth,” he snickered.
Leo stared at him, “Why would he do that?”
“He tried to sell Des back to a kennel,” Ezio said moving with perfect fluidity through the men’s section, towering over everyone else there and looking so out of place because of his height. Most people turned away from him as if afraid to meet his gaze. “Also,” he said stopping again and looking at another rack of clothing with seemingly little interest, “stores like this do not exist where I live,” he spoke in a softer tone now, “Everything is— what is the word? Tailored, I think?” he frowned, “Nothing so mass produced and flimsy as this,” he flicked the clothes away. “Are there specialty stores we could go to?” he asked changing subjects abruptly.
“Yes, what sort of specialty?” he asked dragging him towards the exit.
Ezio looked thoughtful and played with the necklace he’d taken to wearing. All three of them were still adjusting to life without a collar: Ezio had found a necklace amid a collection of things Leo didn’t look at to often, Des wore a scarf, and Altair wore nothing but at least twice had scratched his skin on his neck raw before Des (of all people) had put a scarf on him and it had stayed. He knew it wouldn’t be long before they got used to it but it didn’t make it any less amusing to see them adjusting to it. “Camping gear,” he finally said in a decided voice, his accent coming through so terribly that Leo winced when he said the word ‘camping’.
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(Anonymous) 2011-06-01 02:43 am (UTC)(link)That’s what found them at a special boutique a bit later. It was a chic shop actually and full of teenagers who lived off their parents’ money and rode around on mopeds. The clothing here was expensive but extremely good quality and made from old world fabrics from over a century ago. The fabric was rather corse sometimes but it seemed to be what Ezio had meant. The workers and patrons alike also stared at Ezio unlike the people in the department store. It was out of the corner of their eyes though and never obvious. He knew Ezio was aware of it but preferred to ignore it as he looked through the clothing. This time he seemed pleased by it.
Of course Ezio had little concept of cash, he even confessed as much but Leo told him not to worry about it. Antonio had told him very clearly that whatever Leo had to buy for them he’d pay back in full once he was in possession of Des’ portrait. Leo couldn’t even imagine having that much money to do that, sure he wasn’t poor, and could afford sometimes insanely priced items, but to promise that, he couldn’t image it. It still felt almost painful to hand over the cash to pay for the clothes though once Ezio had finished finding what he and his brothers’ needed. He could have just bought a pet with how much the clothes cost for one of them and Leo didn’t know how people could afford such a life style.
“Ezio,” Leo said as they were heading back, Ezio was carrying the bags and didn’t seem at all bothered by it even though they weren’t exactly light. Ezio just hummed. “What are you going to do once you’re home?”
Ezio got that thoughtful look on his face before grinning, “Eat.”
“Excuse me?” Leo blinked at him.
“Traditional food,” he explained still mirthful, “It was hard to adjust to the diet you people here eat when we first got here, lots of fat and sugar and grain. We got sick a lot. I’m looking forward to someone cooking me food I grew up on.”
“Like what?”
“I couldn’t even tell you, it’s been a long time,” Ezio frowned though didn’t exactly look upset.
“Okay, well besides eating,” he pressed as they stopped at Leo’s car and he unlocked the doors and trunk, which Ezio threw the bags into.
Ezio didn’t respond till he was sitting, “Finish my training,” he said settling back. “I was on the fast track when I left, like my brothers, but now,” he sighed, “So much ground to make up. Altair too.”
“I thought he was a full warrior already,” Leo prodded and pulled out into the early afternoon traffic.
“He is. But—
“But?” Leo prompted.
Ezio stared out the window at first, looking distant, then he turned back around. “For our class the greatest honor is to become a-” he searched for a word to substitute for one in his native tongue. “I don’t even know what you would call it actually,” he said thoughtfully.
“Explain it than, I’m sure I could come up with one,” Leo said as they waited at a red light.
“Once someone is skilled enough, or has enough rank they’re permitted to take… feathers,” he saw Leo’s confusion. “Erm- targets? We’re given them and sent to other countries, one feather, one life.”
“You kill them?”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
“They endanger us. We kill them so they do not come and attack us, cause panic and disorder. What do you call that?”
“I would call them terrorists,” Leo said.
“You call movers terrorists,” Ezio said, “Also that light is green,” he nodded and Leo started, he hadn’t been paying attention, before quickly stepping on the gas. “We seek to only preserve our way of life, which others, especially you people, seem very intent on destroying.”
“Then perhaps a better word is hit man? They are contracted to kill people. Sometimes someone from another country is killed like that or rarely one of our own,” he frowned.
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(Anonymous) 2011-06-01 02:44 am (UTC)(link)“What’s so special about it? Wouldn’t guard work be easy?”
“It’s an honor,” was all Ezio said, “Without the prophets much of our civilization would collapse. To be the guardians of them is something we all strive for.”
“Even you?”
“Yes. Altair and… our brother were on their way to being ‘hit men’. But then we were brought here.”
“Can he still be one?”
“Of course. He has his wings, and after surviving so long in hostile territory and able to retain his skill, I wouldn’t doubt he’d have trouble getting such rank.”
Leo frowned but said nothing, instead mulling what Ezio had just said over in his head. It hadn’t really occurred to him he supposed that when the Rifters returned home they’d go back to doing what Rifters did, or more, what the media portrayed Rifters doing, which was killing. The idea of Ezio killing someone made him uncomfortable, though he knew the young man had before, especially the night they’d brought Des home and he’d been covered in blood that wasn’t his. For some reason he was fine with the idea that Altair killed people, he had the attitude for it, cold, stoic, almost like a machine at times, but not Ezio.
“What about Des?” Leo asked after that long silence, they were over half way back to Leo’s place now.
“If he can, he’ll finally get his training. I don’t… really know what they’ll do with him. His class requires so much trust, and he has so little of that,” Ezio frowned. “It is yet to be determined,” he finally said in a deciding voice.
“He won’t have to kill anyone will he?”
“No, he doesn’t have the training, it is practically to late to even start. He’s to old for warrior training now even if he was in the class.”
“That’s good,” Leo said before he could stop himself, “I can’t picture Des doing such a thing.”
“Can you picture me?” Leo glanced at him though also tried to keep his eyes on the road.
“I don’t know how to answer that,” he said truthfully, “I don’t want to offend you.”
Ezio didn’t reply at first then he snorted with a little smirk, “You’re smarter than you look,” he told him and Leo didn’t quite know what to make of that.
—
Leo was surprised at the speed in which finally, at last, the movers decided now would be the time to go. It had been less than a month since they’d first arrived at Leo’s house and now Gilberto had told them the day before that they’d be arriving the next day. It was practically surreal. He was also surprised at how much it would hurt to say goodbye, though none of the Rifters had even seemed bothered by it. That made sense he supposed since they were all wanted to go home.
He’d been working when Francesco came and got him, saying Mr. Malik was here. He’d almost forgotten Malik since he had not seen the man in such a long time it seemed. He followed Francesco to the living room where Malik was sitting, his fingers steepled in front of him looking pensive.
“Well aren’t you a sight for sore eyes,” Leo tried to be relaxed and cheerful as he sat opposite Malik at the coffee table where he always used to play Checkers with Salai. That had felt like a life time ago.
“Yeah, I’ve been busy, as you can guess,” Malik said apologetically. “I just—” he rubbed his face. He in truth looked exhausted, with dark circles under his eyes his mouth worn and tired.
“Would you like some coffee?” Leo asked.
“Ah, sure,” Malik said as if surprised Leo would offer him something, no doubt he thought Leo was still angry with him about lying. Leo however wasn’t nearly that petty. He got up from the couch and went to the kitchen where he could hear people moving around in there.
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(Anonymous) 2011-06-01 02:45 am (UTC)(link)“Just fine,” Des said. “Did you want something?”
“Ah, yes,” Leo said slowly still not knowing what to make of this. He had noticed the two young men seemed to get along well but sometimes stuff like this happened where Leo would some upon Salai totally unable to function. Leo had a very acute and probably correct guess that it had everything to do with the youngest Rifter too, he just didn’t know why. “Malik is visiting.”
“He is?” Des asked excitedly.
“Yes, but please Des,” Leo held up a hand, “I want to speak with him alone,” Des pouted but nodded. “Also he looks tired,” and finally Salai looked up, having seeming regained control of all of his functions. “Coffee perhaps?” he asked the red head. Salai nodded.
‘And you go away,’ he waved at Des who just grinned. Leo still didn’t know when or how Des had learned sign language since Leo had never taught him and there was no way Salai could have taught him properly in which he’d understand some of the thing’s he’d seen Salai tell Des (often long complicated things) but still Des knew. He just chalked it up as another mystery of the Rifters and especially their so called prophets, that’s all he could explain it with at any rate. Des did leave and Salai turned to Leo still looking a bit flustered but under control, ‘I’ll make coffee,’ and then he turned away totally ignoring him.
Shaking his head he returned to Malik who was leaning back on one of the couches, “So,” Leo said sitting, “You haven’t slept since when?”
Malik smirked ruefully, “Three days… I think,” he made a face, “I think. I lost track,” he admitted, “So much to do,” he sighed and sank into the couch.
“Will everything work out?” Leo asked unable to help but be a bit anxious.
“I hope,” Malik said, “I will admit that a lot could go wrong. Getting out of the capital is no problem since they look like freeman, but the border,” he shook his head, “I’ve never tried to get someone across the border.”
“You said it could be done though,” Leo said.
“Yeah,” Malik bobbed his head wearily, “Night is worried about the border patrol though.”
“Are you?”
“No.”
“Why?”
“Two trained warrior class Rifters, that’s why,” he said without even seeming sorry. “Altair was right when he said it is not us who should be afraid, but the patrol. If anything happens I know they can handle it.”
“You seem oftly sure.”
“You’ve seen them fight,” Malik stated, “So have I. I trust them to do what needs to be done should the situation arises even if that includes killing.”
“You seem very at ease with them killing our countrymen Malik,” Leo frowned.
“Our countrymen have killed plenty of them, I see nothing wrong with being allowed to defend one’s self. Besides, we both know why they’re here, our countrymen killed their entire family and kidnapped them and made them slaves for five years.”
“When you put it like that…” Leo had to admit he found it hard to argue despite his dislike of violence. Before he said more Salai came in with a mug.
“Ah, thank you Salai,” Malik said when the red head handed it over, “It’s black right?”
“And very strong,” Leo translated for for Salai’s signs since Malik didn’t understand signing any more than he did the Rifter’s language. Salai left after Leo assured him he didn’t want any. “So why are you here Malik?” he asked.
“Well,” he took an awkward sip, “I wanted to say goodbye.”
“Excuse me?”
“I don’t know what will happen and I won’t be able to tomorrow because of anonymity.”
“You’re not actually thinking you could die? Please don’t tell me you’re really thinking that!”
“It is always a possibility in my line of work,” Malik said, “Or I could get captured.”
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(Anonymous) 2011-06-01 02:45 am (UTC)(link)“I don’t know what look you’re referring to,” Malik said curiously over the lip of his mug.
“That one you get when you’re lying to me,” Leo snapped, “And obviously lying like when you tried to tell me you hate children. Tell me,” he implored.
Malik didn’t speak at first, he was obviously thinking of his reply and if he could avoid the truth. “I’m thinking of asking if I can stay with them instead of coming back here,” he said putting the half empty mug on the coffee table. The silence in the room was practically numbing as Leo stared at him, shock plain as day on his face.
“What? Why?” he finally said.
Malik sucked in his lips, “I… have a brother Leo.”
“You told me, you said he died.”
“I know, but he isn’t dead.”
“Well what does this have to do with the Rift?”
Malik couldn’t look at him when he spoke but he didn’t doubt the truth in his words either, “My parents were going to make him a pet. I knew people, they took him to the Rift.”
“Than he probably is dead Malik-
“Altair told me he’s alive,” Malik cut in, the words practically leaping off his tongue. “And if he is… well, he’s the only family I have.”
“So you’d give up your entire life to see someone who probably doesn’t remember you? Who got raised by Rifters and to him you’d be ‘one of them’,” that got a wince from him, “That’s so stupid!”
Malik was looking at his shoes, “Look, I don’t even know if I will or not,” he sighed, “I haven’t asked them yet.”
“And why would they take you along?” Leo was being harsh because he didn’t want to lose Malik. It was bad enough that he’d never see Ezio and his brothers again, but Malik as well? That was too much to ask for and for him to not try and fight it.
“I have my belief,” Malik said.
“What about me then? Just going leave me all alone? I’ll become a recluse without you around.”
Malik grinned smugly, “I doubt it,” he said. “But that’s why I came here; to say goodbye, for whatever may or may not happen,” he pushed off his knees and stood so that Leo quickly scrambled to his feet. “I need to get home and finish preparing myself and get some sleep,” he said. Leo was just frowning. “I’ll see you tomorrow though Leo,” he said and abruptly hugged him tightly. Leo hugged him back and Malik left. Leo didn’t know what to do with himself once he was gone.
—
The sky was strangely poignant when Malik and the others arrived at Leo’s house the next day. It was still fairly early in the morning though the sky promised to be heavy with thick, low hanging, clouds and a watery sun. They had one car, a van, something that was easy to lose in any sort of traffic and didn’t draw attention to itself by being too big. There were a few small packs in the back as well as some other, empty, bags that would hold rations. It would only take two days or so to reach the closest they could get to the border by car, the rest of the way they’d have to walk. It would take a week to actually reach the Rift which was the most obvious dividing line between the two countries.
Parker waited in the van, he was the first on on driving duty, while Malik and the others went to collect their ‘cargo’, as they were called by movers. He knew the other three personally, even their real names but he tried not to think of them while on the job. For the next week they were Night, Parker, and Pseudonym and he was King. He couldn’t remember what Altair and Ezio were calling themselves though, but they were strange tangled words that sounded more than a little off to his ears. That didn’t matter to much though.
Night knocked on the front door and glanced down the street. The place was quiet though and except for someone headed off to work no one was about. The door was answered by Salai who stared at them with wide eyes, he obviously wasn’t expecting them but then Leo appeared behind him. “Hello,” he said and gently shooed Salai away before welcoming them in. The brothers were sitting on one of the couches, Des between the other two.
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(Anonymous) 2011-06-01 02:46 am (UTC)(link)“Our brother, you can call him Divinus,” Altair said standing and not for the first time Malik appreciated just how tall he was. Night definitely appreciated it since he swallowed and looked nervous. Pseudonym was equally taken aback, especially when Ezio stood up and was just as tall as his brother with only Des being a seemingly approachable height since he was shorter. He was also looking right at Malik now after he’d obviously taken in the other two, but like always Des seemed keenly interested in Malik and no one could really figure out why that was exactly. “Problem?” he asked stepping over to them.
“You’re really tall,” Night couldn’t help but say. Malik admitted he’d wanted to say that the first time he’d seen the brothers at full proper height, especially next to each other since he’d thought that Ezio would be the only tall one. It was hard not to think that too since Malik was pretty tall for a normal person in this country, the fact that Altair and Ezio were taller than him was a bit of a shock. Altair and Ezio laughed at him and Night flushed, especially when Altair said something to Ezio making them laugh again. “Anyways, are you ready?” he asked changing topics.
“Yes,” Altair nodded.
“You don’t have any stuff,” Pseudonym noted.
“All we need are the clothes on our backs, we have nothing else,” he said as though he had to remind them.
“Fine, it doesn’t really matter so long as you’re prepared,” Night butted in.
“Oh, we are. I hope you are as well.” Malik could already see the friction starting to build between Night and the Rifter. He had a very educated guess that Night would be the one to snap first since Altair wasn’t an explosive guy and really he’d only seen Altair angry that time he’d met Shaun. Of course you had to ignore his normal characterization of dislike for just about everything as well, but other than that he wasn’t exactly angry ever.
“Good, lets go than,” Night said through narrowed eyes and turned around to stalk back to the van. Father, this would probably not end well, Malik could already tell.
Altair muttered under his breath and looked away from them to say something to his brothers. The words made Pseudonym uneasy, that much was obvious, since nothing about them exactly sounded pleasant and even the names Altair, Ezio and Des had for themselves were strange and while not exactly cumbersome weren’t exactly easy on the ears. She and Malik just watched as the Rifters said goodbye and while he was surprised to see Ezio hug Leo he was even more surprised to see Des hug him since he knew that he didn’t allow others to even really get near him except his brothers. Altair, predictably, only offered words as his goodbye.
“Is that it?” Pseudonym asked. Leo looked extremely upset about the whole thing but was putting on a brave face which was good since he knew his friend could be so emotional at times.
“Yes,” Altair said his voice hollow and Malik wondered if he could actually be feeling bad that he was saying goodbye.
“Okay then, lets get going before it gets to late in the day,” she said as Des walked out of the house, “we have a long way to go,” she reached out to touch his shoulder to lead him but he batted it away quickly and sidestepped around her, looking at her in a way that said ‘you really just did that?’ Obviously she didn’t know what she’d done wrong so just looked hurt.
“Come on,” Malik said giving Pseudonym a light shove making her look away from Des and get moving. She nodded and went to the car pulling open the door for the Rifters that followed.
“Malik,” Leo said before he could leave, Malik turned where he stood, his brows raised questioningly. “Don’t do anything stupid.”
He gave a little snort out through his nose and smiled slightly, “This is me we’re talking about,” he reminded him.
Re: Clipped (16f.5/?)
(Anonymous) 2011-06-01 02:54 am (UTC)(link)--
FUCK YOU LJ!!! AHG!!! 246 characters that DIDN'T WANT TO FIT!!
Aaaanyways, my anger issues aside. Malik! Hurray Malik. We finally get to see this whole thing and his relationship with Altair. This was really the best choice as far as who to tell the story from because Ezio would be more of the same as Altair, I've written Altair into the ground. With Malik we're also seeing this from a totally different perspective, which I've tried to do for each character.
Leo was a bit of a worrier and more like a parent figure who looked after everyone. He is also innocence as he doesn't really understand the world he lives in and while he wants to change it he doesn't really know how to despite his best efforts. Altair is the warrior and someone who gets things done. He thinks to much and doesn't let anything come between him and what he wants, even something he might not like, agree with, or personally believe in. Now we have Malik, innocent like Leo but not quite with more of Altair's qualities than he'd like to admit. He's also from a totally different world than the other two, a former pet and now a mover he's seen the true underbelly of the country he lives in. He's a rebel and a fighter though not how Altair is since he isn't some emotionless block of rock.
So we've seen this world from three perspectives: the Sheep, the Assassin and the Mover. We're actually still missing one too, I wonder if you guys will figure it out before I get to it.
I was also totally making fun of hipster fashion in this section with the whole clothes thing. I am not sorry.Re: Clipped (16f.5/?)
(Anonymous) 2011-06-01 03:36 am (UTC)(link)Poor Leo, everybody's leaving. And Des! What are you doing to poor Salai! XD
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(Anonymous) 2011-06-01 04:36 am (UTC)(link)ALSO I BEG AND PLEAD FOR MALIK TO GO WITH THEM D: D: D: A-and for more Altair/Malik goodness
I LIIIVEEEE OFF OF THIS STORY -frantically bashes f5-
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(Anonymous) 2011-06-01 08:40 am (UTC)(link)This anon also strongly supports some Altaïr/Malik!!
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(Anonymous) 2011-06-01 10:57 am (UTC)(link)YES YES YES YES YES <3 I was waiting for this writer!anon. I think my F5 key is broken by now...
I can't wait to see some Alt/Mal... and Malik going with the brothers. unf yes.