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Secrets Should Stay Buried 2/?

[(Anonymous)]

I'm very sorry for the wait. Hopefully future updates will be more regular.

"Is this Haytham Kenway's office?"

Haytham glances up at the young American peering in through the half-open door. The boy looks nervous, and what little can be seen of his face underneath the hoodie is certainly Native American. He's a little disappointed the boy didn't come to see him sooner, but it's understandable. Fresher's week has only just finished. The lad's probably been busy trying to settle into a new lifestyle and culture.

"That's what it says on the door," he says. "You must be Connor. Come in."

Connor smiles, and enters. He's taller, broader than Haytham had anticipated. His clothes are simple, a shirt and jeans. Slovenly in Haytham's opinion, but practical in Ziio's. Haytham stands, and shakes his hand politely.

"Hello," Connor says, obviously unsure as to what he should say or do.

"I was expecting somebody shorter," Haytham says wryly, intending to break the ice. It doesn't work, and Connor looks like a deer caught in headlights.

"I, uh…?"

"It was a joke," Haytham digs into his pocket for his wallet, which contains one of the few pictures Ziio has sent him. It's of a twelve-year-old with braided hair and a toothy grin. "There."

"Oh," Connor flushes, embarrassed. "Sorry."

"Don't be. Tea?"

"Uh…" Connor looks pained. "Do you have coffee?"

"No," Haytham says. "But I suppose we could go to one of the cafes and catch up on twenty years of missed family life."

…

Connor turns out to be a bright lad, though extremely shy. It takes until the second round of hot drinks before he gets comfortable speaking.

"Mom didn't really tell me much about you. Just that you were English and you parted on bad terms."

Haytham nods, not quite sure what to say to that. Both things are true.

"Which college were you sorted into?" he asks, desperate to not have Connor ask why things with Ziio turned so sour in the end.

"Church," Connor says. "It's the newest one, right? I thought about applying for one of the older ones, but I figured that the prestige wasn't worth a lack of central heating and one bathroom per five floors."

Haytham winces. Ah, yes. He remembers all too vividly hung over mornings sprawled on freezing spiral staircases, trying not to vomit on three-century-old woodcarvings

"Good choice," he says. "I presume your rooms are all right?"

Connor nods.

"Yeah. Everybody seems really nice, as well." There's not a whole lot to say to that, and it's only thirty seconds before Connor tries to break the ice. "Do you know why it's called Church? I mean, the other colleges all have some kind of, you know, motif. Connected to the name, I mean. But all I can find at ours are carved crosses. The square kind you see in hospitals."

"Benjamin was a medical student," Haytham explains. "One of my dearest friends. He died when I was in my second year, and it was eventually decided, a little after I'd graduated, that the new college ought to be named after him."

Connor is quiet.

"I'm sorry," he says. "I didn't know. If you don't mind me asking, how did he die?"

"Nobody really knows," Haytham says, and the lie tumbles from his lips easily. He's told it so many times, the lines between the lie and the truth are starting to blur. "It's thought that he was murdered, but nobody was ever apprehended."

"That must have been difficult," Connor murmurs, staring into his coffee cup.

"Yes, it was," Haytham replies. The sleepless nights, the endless arguing with his conspirators, the relationship breakdown with Ziio, his failing grades… It is not a time he wishes to remember.

The silence stretches until Charles calls Haytham, demanding to know why he's not at the office, ready to see the man he's tutoring through his Master's degree. He makes his excuses, and leaves the boy where he is, frowning into his half-drunk cappucino.

Re: Secrets Should Stay Buried 2/?

[(Anonymous)]

Oooh, OP here, and man, I love how ominously mundane this beginning is, and the hints of what happened showing through. I love this line in particular: The sleepless nights, the endless arguing with his conspirators, the relationship breakdown with Ziio, his failing grades… and the way that Haytham doesn't mention the actual murder as part of this (and the kind of disconnect from the reality of the murder that it implies).

Re: Secrets Should Stay Buried 2/?

[(Anonymous)]

Wow this is beautiful. I love how the ugly truth was covered by the mundane things. Can't wait for when the shit hits the fan!