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Fill: Orphaned 7/?

[(Anonymous)]

It took Altair a few moments to fully realize that he was no longer asleep or dreaming and that he was simply staring up at the water stained ceiling. He shifted uncomfortably against the bed, and turned over on to his stomach, shoving his hands underneath his chest and pushing himself up and away from the mattress. He rocked back onto his knees and then reached up and ran a hand through his hair, ruffling it as he did so. He grabbed his beanie up from the pillow, and pulled it down over his head to his eyes and finally forced himself to stand. Very slowly, he made his way to the door and then began to head down the hallway, to the kitchen. He peered inside, leaning heavily against the doorway, and saw nothing expect the package of opened soda sitting on the table. Altair shoved his hand into his jacket pocket and extracted the cellphone, and clicking on it to make the screen light up.

"It's almost three…" He muttered. "Some nap."

The quietude of the house could only possibly mean that the others were outside. So Altair shoved himself away from the doorframe and headed through the living room, to the front door. He pried it open and stepped out onto the small stone step that acted as a meager front porch, and pulled the door shut behind him.

"Hey, Altair! Got some sleep?"

Altair looked up from the floor, and out to the front lawn. Ezio was sitting on a dead and rotting tree stump, with Desmond tucked up on top of his lap and his arms folded tightly over the boy's stomach. Desmond was clutching a bright red can of soda between his fingers, and looked up with beaming eyes at Altair, as the older boy walked over. He turned his head to look out onto the sidewalk, where Connor and Aveline were crouched on their hands and knees, scribbling over the concrete with thick pieces of chalk. He smirked and turned to look down at Ezio. "Yeah, I did."

"Good." Ezio nodded.

Desmond leaned over in Ezio's arms, setting the empty can of soda on the sidewalk at their feet, and then promptly squirmed free. He walked up to Altair and promptly raised his hands up to him. "Swing me, Altair!"

Altair looked down at the four year old, and sighed before bending over leaning clear over Desmond until his face was next to the small of the four year old's back. He wrapped his arms around Desmond's waist, and then stood up straight, pulling him upside down, and holding him tightly by his middle. Desmond squealed, laughing delightedly and grabbing onto Altair's hands as the blood began to rush to his head. Altair shifted the boy in his grip, reaching up with one hand to take Desmond by the ankles, and then he let the boy drop entirely, suspended only by his legs and slowly began to swing him back and forth.

Ezio watched him for a few minutes, smiling at Desmond and tilting his head to the side to get a glimpse at Desmond's upside down face. He then looked back up at Altair, and he saw the smile gradually fade away. "Altair, do you remember the day we first came here?"

"Sure. Connor tormented Aveline with a rat."

Ezio laughed briefly and shook his head. "Yeah, that too, but that's not what I was talking about."

"How could that not be what you're talking about?" Connor said, looking up. "That was the best!" He frowned. "I miss George."

"That's still a dumb name for a rat." Aveline said, without even glancing up from her chalk drawing.

"You're dumb." Connor said, sticking his tongue out at her.

In response to this insult, Aveline sat up, and reached across and smeared a band of pink chalk down Connor's face. The boy blinked, obviously bewildered by this, before a devilish grin appeared on his face and he seized a piece of yellow chalk from the basket. Aveline shrieked and clambered to her feet and took off running across the yard, and Connor was all too happy to give chase. Altair sighed and continued to swing Desmond by his ankles.

"One of you is going to wind up crying, and then all I'm gonna say is 'told you so'." He called over his shoulder as Connor continued to chase Aveline through the dead and slightly overgrown grass. Altair looked back down at Ezio, and frowned. The younger boy continued to watch the children with half a smile on his face. "So?" He asked, as Desmond let out another gleeful cry. "What were you talking about?"

Ezio looked up at him, and ran a hand through his long hair, pulling it away from his face and tying it back into a ponytail. "Hm? Oh… nothing its just…" He sighed heavily and leaned onto his legs. "…. That was two years ago."

Altair's frown slowly became more pronounced as he realized exactly where this was going. "I know."

"And don't get me wrong, I am grateful. I really am. Its awesome that a bunch of random kids can just stay in an old house and get money and food and things like that. But…"

"Ezio… Look. I know you want to look for your brothers and sister, but—"

"But? Altair, it was your idea to look for them! You were the one who said I should find them!" Ezio stood up, stepping forwards in anger.

Altair stopped swinging Desmond, and the boy looked up as the air between the two older boys slowly became more heated. He lowered Desmond to the floor and set him down gently, turning him back over onto his feet. He then looked back up at Ezio and folded his arms. "Ezio, I still think we should find your brothers and sister. Don't get the wrong idea, here. But seriously. Hopping around from city to city, randomly asking around… it wasn't doing anything."

"It was more than what we're doing now, which is nothing."

"I have not been doing nothing." Altair took a step forwards. "I've been-"

"You've been obsessed with that stupid symbol on your dad's journal, that's what you've been doing." Ezio snapped, folding his arms. "Look, I'm not stupid, I know that bouncing around and asking about them isn't going to make them magically turn up." He curled his fists. "But at least then I could say I was doing something."

"You weren't doing something." Altair sighed, exasperatedly. "All that was, was a distraction from-"

"A distraction?!" Ezio took a step back, anger and shock heavy in his features. "They're my family!"

"That's not what I meant, Ezio!" Altair returned Ezio's screaming in kind. "That method was a distraction from actual ways that we could be looking for them!"

"Oh fess up! I've been nothing more than a means to an end to you since day one! You don't care one lick about finding my family!"

"What?!" Altair snarled. "You followed me! I didn't even want you to come!" He raised his hand, pointing directly to Ezio's face. "You're just taking your anger out on me, because you can't handle the fact that your family is gone. Just like all of our families are gone! We're all on our own, and the only one who can't seem to cope with that is you!"

Ezio could only stand there and stare at him, his face red, and his jaw hanging slightly slack. Water was beginning to well up in his eyes, and a few tears spilled over, down his tan cheeks. Altair felt regret well up inside him, and he felt like he had swallowed his own tongue. He lowered his head, and held a hand to his face.

"Ezio, I'm…"

Before the words could leave his mouth, Ezio took off like a bullet, snapping down to the end of their lawn and down the street, running as quickly as his legs could carry him. Altair reached forwards in a halfhearted attempt to call him back, but the words would not reach his mouth. As his hand fell back to his side, Connor ran to the edge of the lawn, still gripping his piece of yellow chalk as tightly as he was able.

"Ezio!" He yelled. "Ezio, come back!"

Altair lowered his head, clutching his shaking fists. He felt Desmond grab onto his hand, looping his fingers between Altair's stump and pinky finger. "Where's he going?"

Suddenly Connor and Aveline were in front of him, looking up at him with expressions that Altair couldn't quite discern. Connor spoke up first. "You have to bring him back!"

"Don't let him go out there alone, Altair!" Aveline folded her arms in a pout.

"You're going to go and get him, right Altair?" Desmond said, gripping Altair's hand a little tighter.

Altair took a deep and shuddering breath. He looked down. "Connor, Aveline."

"Yes?" Aveline frowned.

"I need you to watch Desmond for a while." He said looking down at the child. "I need you to be extra responsible. Can you do that?"

"Yeah, of course we can." Connor nodded. "You're going to get Ezio, right?"

"Right." Altair nodded.

"Okay." Aveline took Desmond's hand and pulled him over to her, away from Altair. "We'll stay in the house. And we'll take care of Desmond."

Altair crouched down in front of them and put a hand on her head. "Good girl." He looked to Connor. "Don't torment her while I'm gone. I don't know how long it will take, but… be good, alright?"

"We will." Connor nodded.

Altair put his hands on Desmond's shoulders. "Connor and Aveline are in charge. Don't leave the house. And be on your best behavior, alright?"

The child nodded and grabbed onto Altair's hand. "You're coming back right? With Ezio."

"Of course."

"Promise?"

"I promise."

With that, Altair stood up, and looked back towards the direction where Ezio had run off in, and waved the children onwards. The three of them instantly retreated back into the house, thought not without a few lingering glances. Finally the large and heavy door shut with a loud thumping noise, and Altair heard the turn of a lock. He sighed and slowly shoved his hands deep into his pockets, and very slowly withdrew the cellphone. He clicked the button the front, turning it on and causing the screen to light up. He clicked on a button, and flipped through a few settings until he arrived at a screen labeled 'all calls'. He scrolled down to the call that read 'last received', and with great hesitation he swallowed his pride, and pressed send. He held the phone to his ear and listened as it rang. Finally, there was a click on the other end.

"Altair?"

"Listen," Altair started, running a hand through his sweaty and bedraggled hair. "I know I'm not in any position to ask you any favors. Just… please… Please help me on this one thing."

"You sound quite flustered, Altair. Have you been sleeping enough?"

Altair was quiet for a few moments and sighed. "Please. I won't ask you for anything else, I swear. I've done everything you've asked." He lowered his head, and let his arm drop. "I'm begging you. Help me."

There was a long dragging silence on the other end of the phone. "What did you need?"
-

Fill: Orphaned 7b/?

[(Anonymous)]

This was the second time that Altair had been in the back of the large black car, and he felt no less dwarfed by it, despite being two years taller and larger. There was something about the huge interior of the car, the leather seats, and the plush carpeting, and velvety lining that made him feel incredibly insignificant. The driver was even the same. The exact same stoic and quiet man who had taken him down to the bus station two years ago, and brought him the cellphone that had changed his life. Altair still didn't know his name. Nor did he have any inclination to ask. He simply sat, staring out the tinted window of the fancy black car. He wasn't quite sure how long they had been driving; it could have been minutes, or it could have been hours. However the did eventually come to a stop, and Altair shifted around to fumble with the seatbelt, as the driver came along to his side of the car and opened the door.

"We're here, sir."

The word 'sir' caught Altair ever so slightly off guard as he slipped out of the huge car and stood up straight, evening out his jacket and looking up at the driver. "Um… Thank you."

"Of course, sir." The man bowed his head. "I will be waiting here for you when you are finished, naturally."

"Oh. Thanks." Altair shifted, uncomfortably. He wasn't used to being treated that way, and he wasn't sure if he liked it or not. He took a few steps forwards and looked up at the large ornate brick building that greeted him. Each brick seemed to shimmer in the sunlight, and despite the chill of winter beginning to slowly creep into the air, the grass was lush and green, and very neatly trimmed. It was like stepping into another world entirely. Altair looked up to the stone letters that were cemented into place above the door and raised his eyebrow. "Blooming Rose Academy for Girls." He read, stuffing his hands into his pockets.

Altair had initially been against going back to another boarding school, but upon learning that it was an 'all girls' school, he agreed, seeing as there was no way someone could mistake him for a student. He gave the driver one backwards glance, and very slowly made his way up to the front door. It almost felt wrong to touch the shiny brass handle with his filthy hands, but after a few seconds he was able to remind himself that he in fact, did not care if he got their doors dirty. He yanked the door open and slipped inside, letting it slowly click shut behind him. According to the man on the telephone, he was supposed to be looking for the headmaster, Sister Teodora.

The halls were just as fancy, if not more so, than the outside of the building. The walls were colored with red and gold trimming, and there were large pots filled to the brim with dark red roses. The smell alone was almost enough to knock Altair back off his feet. He was nearly gagging before he managed to pull himself together and march himself up a small flight of marble stairs. The main office was by no means difficult to find, as it remained relatively close to the front door. It was marked with large mahogany doors, with glass panes in the middle, which were decorated with swirled iron rods, snaking up the glass like vines.

Altair grabbed the door handle and twisted, pulling the door open effortlessly. He was used to doors giving more resistance than that. He cleared his throat, and stepped inside, looking around. There was one large wooden desk towards the back of the room, with a woman happily typing away on a computer. Altair took a deep breath and made his way over to the desk, keeping his hands firmly planted in his pockets.

"Excuse me?"

The woman looked up at him through horn-rimmed glasses, and a small smile flickered over her face. "Yes?"

"I'm here to see Sister Teodora."

"Oh?"

Altair glanced off to the side, and bit down on his lip. "Is she in?"

"She's a little busy right now…" The woman sighed and leaned forwards. "But if you have a seat in the lobby, she'll be right with you. Your name?"

"Altair."

"Oh what an interesting name. Where's it from?" The woman leaned back, a delighted smile on her face.

"You said the lobby?" Altair ignored the question and pointed out behind him.

The woman looked slightly put off, but smiled just the same. "Yes, the lobby. I'll tell her you're here."

Altair turned around and walked out of the office, closing the door behind him. He scanned the large room he found himself in, and found himself fidgeting even more than before. He spotted two large leather chairs towards the other end of the room, but something about sitting on the shimmering clean leather in his current state seemed… well, impolite. So instead, he opted to go over and stand leaning up against a marble column, and shoving his hands back down into his pockets, and losing himself in thought. This whole thing didn't exactly seem like the brightest idea he'd ever had, but it was the only idea he had at the time, so he was going through with it. He sighed and shuffled against the column, and closed his eyes, completely prepared to lose himself in thought again, when a voice jarred him from his reverie.

"You're not a student here."

He opened his eyes and pushed himself away from the column. He turned his head and spotted a girl, no older than he was standing in front of him. She wore a dark red jumper and white blouse underneath it, and white knee-high socks, and very shiny buckle shoes. She also had a purse clutched in her hands that Altair had a feeling was worth more than he'd ever see in his life. Her hair was braided in two long braids, which were pulled back into a bun on the back of her head, and on her face, she wore a very dour put out expression. Altair could only stare at her for a minute. "What?"

"You." She pointed at him with a manicured nail. "Are not a student here."

Altair's jaw went a little slack and he furrowed his brow. "Astute observation. What gave me away?" He asked, motioning down at himself.

"So what are you doing here?"

"Excuse me?"

"Are you hard of hearing or something?" She asked, putting her hands to her hips. "What are you doing here?"

"What's it to you?" Altair folded his arms, across his chest, and turning towards her. "Maybe I'm enrolling." He snapped sarcastically.

"Well its not like it's a weird question." She said, frowning. "You are pretty out of place."

"Do you always get into other people's business?"

"Maybe I do."

"Well it's a bad habit." Altair pushed himself back up against the column, keeping his arms folded tightly over his chest.

The girl stared at him for a few more moments, before shifting in place. "I'm Maria. Maria Thorpe."

"Good for you."

"This is the part where you introduce yourself."

"Don't you have a class or something to get to?"

"Not for a few minutes." She looked him up and down. "So where are you from?"

"I live on the corner of 'Business' and 'None of yours'."

"Are you always this charming?"

"Are you always this annoying?"

"Altair?"

Altair looked up to see the woman from the front desk, standing by the door. He perked up a little bit, and looked over at her, pushing himself away from the column. "Yeah?"

"Sister Teodora will see you now."

"Thanks."

He looked over at the girl who was staring at him with a smug expression. "So your name is Altair?"

Altair scowled and rolled his eyes. "Whatever." He quickly made his way over to where the woman was standing in the doorway, and followed her through it. She lead him down a long hallway, filled with doors that read things like 'faculty' and 'staff', until they arrived at a surprisingly modest looking door that read 'Sister Teodora'. The woman smiled at him, and then turned around and left him standing there alone. Altair hesitated, but only for a brief moment, as he reached up and wrapped his fist against the wood.

"Come in." A voice called from inside.

Altair pushed the door open, and peered in, and was very surprised to see that the modest door was a reflection of the modest interior. There was a metal desk in the middle, and several metal filing cabinets to the side, and two rickety looking wooden chairs in front of the desk, and apart from that… there was nothing. A woman stood next to the filing cabinet, dressed in a long black dress with a white veil over her head. She was looking through a few papers when Altair walked in, and she looked up at him, and smiled. Something about her was incredibly inviting, and trustworthy.

"You must be Altair."

"Yes ma'am." Altair cast his eyes around the room, feeling unexpectedly meek.

"Please sit." She motioned to the chair in front of her desk, and she slid into the one behind it. Altair sat down, and fidgeted as Sister Teodora leaned across the desk, to stare at him. "Now. What can I help you with today? I was surprised to hear that you were here."

"You were?" Altair looked up, confused.

"Well certainly. Its not every day that a young boy comes walking into the Blooming Rose."

"Oh. Right." Altair shook his head. "Of course." He cleared his throat and pushed himself forwards in his chair. "I'm actually looking for one of your students."

"You are?"

Altair nodded and looked up at her, as seriously as he could. "I'm looking for Claudia Auditore."

Re: Fill: Orphaned 7b/?

[(Anonymous)]

Oh My. Gosh ! You'll never cease to amaze me ! Can't wait for the next part ! (Sorry I was so late, but life and all).