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Fill: Orphaned 9/?

[(Anonymous)]

If there was one thing that Haytham Kenway prided himself on, it was that he was a man of punctuality and propriety. The state that he kept his office in was almost a perfect reflection of his personality. A place for everything and everything in its place. The walls were a pale blue, and the carpeting a darker blue, with a large white triangular logo, that represented the company he worked for. The word 'Abstergo Industries' was written in large black print along the side of the wall, and above it were three large clocks, each set to a different time zone.

Haytham sat behind a large wooden desk, in front of a flat-screened computer, with his hands folded quietly over his chin. He very briefly glanced down at the large smart phone that lay beside him with its screen darkened, and then looked back up at the work he was supposed to be doing. The last thing he had expected that day was a call from Altair. He made a habit to keep close tabs on the boy, and the group of children he lived with. In particular, he paid very close attention to Connor.

He reached across his keyboard and tapped a few keys, before tracing his finger down the track pad, and clicked down on a link. Instantly a picture of the five children illuminated his computer screen, and Haytham leaned back frowning. In the picture, the five of them were walking down a city street, and Haytham's eyes lingered on the small tan skinned boy at the front of the group, holding the hand of the only girl in the unit.

It was remarkable how much he looked like his mother. They shared the same set of their eyes, and the freckle pattern over his nose and cheeks was nearly identical. The tips of Haytham's fingers brushed up against the screen and he clenched his fists, setting them down against the table. This was not how it should be. Altair's primary worry should be high school at his age, and Ezio's only concern should be the stress of transferring from junior high to high school. Aveline would barely be learning multiplication and division, and Desmond should just be beginning the alphabet. And Connor… Connor should live in a world of luxury, free of worry, with a father present in his life, and security, and knowledge he was safe.

Instead Altair worked tirelessly to uncover mysteries well beyond his comprehension, while trying to keep his makeshift family clothed and fed and safe. Ezio was forced to come to grips with the fact his family would never be the same again, and there were even some of them that he would never see again. Connor and Aveline had witnessed the death of the people who had loved them most, and were barely learning what it meant to be children again, and Desmond was nothing more than a four year old child forced into a difficult situation beyond his understanding.

And Haytham was burdened knowing that there was nothing more he could do for them, and that in a way, it was entirely his fault for putting them there.

As he moved the mouse up to close the picture, he was suddenly startled by his phone letting out a loud chirp, and vibrating against the table. He reached out and grabbed it and lifted it up to look at it, and saw a small black box with the words: "They're home now" written in white letters inside it. A text. He clicked his phone open, and texted a one handed reply back, leaning back in his seat. "Thank you." He typed, before tapping the send button nonchalantly and setting it down onto the desk again.

He raised a hand up to his forehead and covered his eyes, taking a deep breath in. He contemplated shutting down his computer, and simply leaving for the day, when there was a loud knock at his office door. He sat up, letting his hand fall, and leaned forwards. "Yes?"

The door opened quickly and a man stepped into his office, folding his hands behind his back, and shutting it behind him. "As usual, Haytham, I am thoroughly impressed with the way you run things around here."

Haytham pushed himself to his feet and raised his eyebrow. "Robert. What a surprise." He walked around the desk, and reached forwards, taking Robert's hand firmly in his hand and shaking it briefly. "What brings you to this part of the country?"

"I'm here to check on Maria." Robert walked around Haytham to his desk, reaching down to idly inspect a paperweight. "Of course, the Blooming Rose is one of the best schools in the country, and I'm confident your people are teaching her what she needs to know." He looked up and grinned a set of painfully white teeth at him. "I just like to check in, every now and then."

"Of course." Haytham folded his hands behind his back. "And are you pleased with the results?"

Robert hummed a response and turned to look out the window. "She seems to be doing well. Learning much. I can't ask for more. She's downstairs with your Mr. Lee, as we speak." He looked to Haytham. "So I thought I'd stop by and say hello."

Haytham nodded. "Charles has taken over most of her teachings. And you couldn't find a finer educator."

"Indeed." Robert spoke dryly. "I saw Holden today, you know."

Haytham's blood ran cold. "Did you?"

"Yes. He was at the Blooming Rose." Robert turned to him smiling a little. "Picking up a boy."

"A boy." Haytham raised his eyebrow, but kept his hands folded tightly behind his back. His nails were digging deeply into his skin. "At the… all girls academy?"

Robert raised his hand and pointed at Haytham, a gesture to say 'spot on'. "That's exactly what I thought. And he was a filthy little thing too. Looked like Holden had just pulled him off the streets."

Haytham shrugged his shoulders casually. "Perhaps he was there to visit someone? A sister perhaps? I suppose I could ask Holden about it."

"Well, I doubt its anything worth investigating." Robert shrugged and turned around. "It just struck me as odd, that's all. That Holden should be there, I mean. The boy could have been there for any number of reasons. Maria had more of a fascination with him than I did."

"Maria met him?"

"Yes. She attempted conversation with him in the halls, but according to her, the boy was a bit of a brat."

"Hm." Haytham felt himself smile a little. "Well, I'll ask Holden. Perhaps he was doing someone a favor."

"Yes, that seems most likely, doesn't it?" Robert walked over to him, and stood there a moment before straightening himself out and looking over at the door. "Well I suppose I should be off. It was nice talking with you."

"And you as well." Haytham nodded as Robert slowly left his office, and he eyed his cell phone, at the back of his desk. Thank god that Robert was too stuck up to bother engaging himself in anything he thought beneath him, otherwise he might have ended up doing some digging into Altair's affairs. He reached down and picked up his cell and flipped through his contacts, to Holden's number. He pressed a large green button and held the device to his ear.

The phone rang a few minutes and then finally, Holden answered. "Sir?"

"I just met with Robert De Sable."

"Ah, yes sir. He was at the Blooming Rose academy."

Haytham rested his hand against the cool wood of his desk. "Did you tell him anything about Altair?"

"No, sir. Nothing. Just that I was there to pick him up."

"Good." Haytham sighed. "Thank you, Holden."

"Of course. Would you like me to bring the car around, sir?"

"Yes, I think you better had." He reached up to massage his temple. "I have some things to take care of at home."

"Very good, I'll be there in a moment."

Haytham hung up the phone and pocketed it quietly. He reached down to his desk telephone and punched a number before leaning over as the speaker came on. "Charles?"

It took a few moments but, after a short pause, there was a reply. "Yes?"

"I'm leaving the office for today. I assume you can take of things?"

"Of course."

Haytham smirked and shook his head. "Silly of me to even ask, isn't it? I'll see you tomorrow, Charles." He paused. "Is Maria still with you?"

"Yes, but not for much longer."

"Hm." Haytham nodded. "Thank you, then."

"Of course, sir."

Haytham hung up the phone and sighed heavily into his hand. This whole thing was getting more and more complicated by the day. He walked over to the door, and removed his coat, before sliding it on over his suit jacket, and walking out the door. Maybe there was more he could do to keep Altair and his friends safe.

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Re: Fill: Orphaned 9b/?

[(Anonymous)]

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"And this… is why I should never leave the house for more than four hours." Altair felt his eye start to twitch, and he could hear Ezio stifling a snicker beside him. It wasn't that the house was in a state of disarray any more so than it was usually, but its youngest inhabitants were… well… "I blame you, Ezio."

"Me?" Ezio looked over at him. His eyes were still a little blood shot, and he looked very tired and sad, but that wasn't going to stop Altair from blaming him.

"Yes, you." Altair folded his arms. "If you hadn't run away, I wouldn't have had to leave two nine year olds and one four year old alone in a house with about ten cans of soda."

"Oh. Right." Ezio smiled and looked back at the spectacle unfolding before them. "I guess I wasn't here to supervise, huh?"

The youngest trio of the house hold had indeed, downed about nine of those cans of soda, and were now laying pillows and cushions from chairs and the sofa along the floor, to jump across, and holler as they ran off of an overdose of caffeine. Connor was hopping from the couch to the coffee table with Desmond in tow, holding onto the younger boy's hand, while Aveline was on the large cushioned chair, trying to jump to one of the strategically placed cushions. Finally, the three hyperactive children seemed to notice their presence, and looked up from their respective cushions or tables.

"Ezio!" Aveline cheered. "You're back!"

Ezio chuckled and rubbed the back of his head. "Yeah… Sorry we were gone so long."

Altair turned his head to survey the state of the living room, and took a step inside. "What on earth is all this?" He asked as he stepped onto the carpet.

"Don't step there!" Desmond suddenly cried, running to the edge of the table, and gasping in horror.

Altair looked up at him, his foot hovering over the carpeted floor. "Why?"

"The floor is lava." Connor said, folding his arms, knowingly. "If you step there, you'll burn and die."

Altair pulled his foot back and set it on the tiled spot of floor that was next to the door. "Oh, the floor is made of lava. Of course. How silly of me."

"You have to jump." Desmond said, hopping up and down on the table and pointing to some of the cushions on the floor.

"Yeah, Altair." Ezio said, patting him on the back and pushing him forwards a little. "You've gotta jump."

"Come over here with me!" Desmond cried, holding his hands up.

"I don't…" Altair started, frowning at the floor.

"Come on!" Aveline called. "Jump onto that cushion!"

"Yeah, go on, Altair!" Ezio encouraged, smiling, although Altair could tell part of it was forced.

He sighed and lowered his shoulders exasperatedly, and put his hands on his hips. "Fine. I'll jump. But once you've all calmed down, you're all in trouble for drinking all that soda in one night."

"Oh just jump!" Connor said leaping onto the couch again. "See? It's easy."

Altair frowned, but bent his knees and leapt onto the cushion in the middle of the floor, before leaping from pillow to pillow onto the coffee table, with Desmond. Desmond cheered, delightedly, and grabbed onto his shirt, pulling down.

"Carry me! Carry me over to where Aveline is!"

Altair bent down and picked Desmond up, and looked over to the door where Ezio was still standing. He cracked a small smile as he balanced Desmond on his hip. "What's the matter, Ezio? Are you scared of the lava?"

"Nope." Ezio nodded. "See, I'm allowed to step on the lava."

"What?" Connor looked up at him from where he was balancing on the arm of the couch. "No you can't."

"Yes I can. Don't you guys know?"

"Know what?" Aveline asked, kicking her feet back and forth, sitting on the edge of the chair.

"I'm a lava monster. And if I pull you into the lava, then you become lava monsters too!" And then, he leapt onto the carpet, and charged over to Aveline who screamed and scurried up the back of the chair, leaping onto a table and over to the couch where Connor, Altair and Desmond stood.

Altair laughed and shook his head, bouncing Desmond on his hip. "Do you want to be a lava monster, Desmond?"

"No!" Desmond cried, grabbing onto Altair's hood, and pulling his face into his shoulder. "Run from the monster!"

"You heard him kids. Run!" He jumped onto the cushion as Ezio darted over and grabbed at them. The five of them all leapt across the cushions and chairs, for what must have been hours, and didn't stop until well into the night. And honestly, Altair was really okay with that. All those serious and sad feelings could wait for another time. Right now, it was alright just to be kids.