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Kink Meme - Assassin's Creed pt. 5

Assassin's Creed Kink Meme pt.5
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Fill.... DESYNCHRONIZED

(Anonymous) 2015-01-11 04:20 pm (UTC)(link)
Actually I don't know if this is still open or if nobody is here anymore, but this my first time here and I found such a lovely prompt...I gonna fill some of them in my language for sure, but I would like to try and post some translation in english too.
As you probably notice english is not my first language so sorry for any mistakes >.<
I don't know if this is what OP what thinks but I hope someone like it.

You can find it here DESYNCHRONIZED (http://renki-chan.deviantart.com/art/DESYNCHRONIZED-506370716?ga_submit_new=10%253A1420992158&ga_type=edit&ga_changes=1&ga_recent=1)


or read as follow





DESYNCHRONIZED









I must it him...I must...



I have no voice anymore, his hands on my throat tighten stronger more and more, yet I am still able to breathe. Around us only smoke, the cannon balls come one after another, but to our ears their sounds are just like a distant echo. Before my eyes I only see the face of my father. Above me, he is offering me endless possibilities to hurt him, to even kill him ... he is completely uncovered, it would take only me raising my harm and pull the hidden blade out and yet ... I ...



I can not...



AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH



--- DESYNCHRONIZED ---



The cry rang through all the cave at the very moment in which the Animus lost the contact,  screens with the desynchronized red signal  flashing everywhere. The mental wave destabilized.



Shaun and Rebecca got up from their chairs hastily approaching Desmond who he is still lying panting, sweating in the grip of verbal delirium.



«It's a bleeding effect!» cries Rebecca trying to remove the viewer from the face but Desmond continued to struggle, keeping her distant with an armful. She fell back, slamming on the bare stone of the ground.



Shaun was immediately near the girl, helping her up.



«Don't help me, help him!» She shouted angrily.



At that moment William also came, running. He was in front of the sealed door trying to analyze it when he heard his son's scream.



«What's wrong?» He asked in an alarmed tone.



«Desmond is under a bleeding effect and we can not calm him down...» said Shaun, while finally managed to pull the viewer from the boy's face.



«No, no, NO!!! I can not!» He shouted, holding his head in his hands. «He is my father, I can not! Even if he wants me to do it ...»



«DESMOND!» Shouted William sitting in front of his child.



The tone of the bigger of the Miles seemed to work. Desmond froze, suddenly opened his eyes by placing them on his father figure.



«I can not ...» he kept repeating, but now it looked more like a mantra with no sense than a real intention.



«We must try to bring him back. It seems that Connor was not so determined in wanting to kill his father» counterstand theonly woman in the group.



«Oh, but do not tell me, Rebecca, I hadn't notice ...» said Shaun ironicly, earning a glare from the young Assassin.



«It had never happened before ... at least not in this way!» she said trying to find a solution in the Animus's links.



«Connor and Desmond both have small fatherly issue, it is possible that the similarity of the situation has sparked ...»



«Shaun !!» she cried, looking up from the screen and placing them towards William. The colleague followed the gaze of his sister and bit his tongue.



«Oh excuse me Mr. Miles ..." he tried, but William did not care. He put his hands on Desmond's shoulders and brought them down along the arms of his son, he stopped halfway and gave him a jolt.



«Desmond, son, do you recognize me?»



«He wants me to kill him, even if he does not say it, even if his words say otherwise ... Haytham, my father wants me to ..."continued the boy, his eyes vacant, directed towards the face of his true parent but without, at the same time, looking really at him.



«Haytham is not your father Desmond !!» the old Miles shook his son's body again, raising the tone of his voice.



«I'm your father Desmond! Listen to my voice!»



«Rakeni, nontié:ren?»



«Oh well now let's move to the mohawk» said Shuan with a gesture of frustration.



«Shaun! Damn! Do something instead of sitting there watching!» cry the woman with a look of fire.



«What do you want me to do? Having tea with him, talking in mohwak of his family problems?»



«SHUT UP! THE BOTH OF YOU!»



William's voice thundered around the cave. The two young Assassins fell silent instantly, while the old Master lowered his head, still holding a strong grip on his son's arms.



«Please Desmond, come back ... there is nothing we can do to help you get out of a bleeding effect ... Only you can get out of it... Please... Connor and Haytham has been dead for centuries ... we are...I am... here waiting for you... »



Desmond said no more. The two Miles looked at each others, the look of the youngest still lost, dilated pupils and a lot of pain in the dark irises. Pain that was reflected in the more tired eyes of the older one.



William kept that look for a while more...



«Rak ...» tried to spell Desmond, but his father was faster than his words. Drew him to himself with a quick movement, a hug strong as he never remember having given before.



«No, not Rakeni ...  that isn't your language ... Father, that is the word...I'm that piece of shit of your dad !! Desmond, damn, come back!» Shouted the old Assassin at the height of frustration. It was only his fault that his son was going through all this, he should have protected him ... He should have never fallen into the hands of Vidic, he should have never go thought all that stuff. Not his son, not ...



«Father...»



The boy's voice roused him from his thoughts. It was still weak as before, but William felt a certain firmness in that word. He pushed him away from himself and this time he saw his son's eyes look straight into his.



«Desmond - he tried -  do you recognize me?"



He blinked a few times. « you're that piece of shit of my dad...» the boy said with a half smile, opening his eyes, alive again.



The old Miles let out a sigh of relief that he had not even realized he had held until then.



«You scared me, you, degenerate son!» He said, imitating the smile of the boy and giving him a gentle pat on the right shoulder.



«You scared us all Desmond!» said Rebecca standing up from his chair and approached the young Assassins in order to control his condition.



«I wasn't particularly frightened» emphasizes Shaun crossing his arms over his chest. Rebecca looked at him, then leaned down and whispered in Desmond's ear loud enough to be heard even from someone else.



«Don't listen to him ... when your father yelled I'm sure that he have peed in his pants»



«Wha...!? Rebecca!!!»



And while Shaun was just to prove the opposite, the other three began to laugh out loud, trying to forget what had just happened.



When the laughter subsided, an awkward silence stayed in the air that no one felt the need to break it. But it was also true that there was a world to save, and the clock continues to advance, careless of anyone's feelings...



«Son, I know it's hard for you ... probably, no indeed, it is definitely my fault that the story, the situation, of Connor and Haytham have bounced of you that way, - tried to articulate the old Miles, looking to Shuan sideways, thinking back to his previous comment - but we can't stop now. Connor and Haytham are already dead long ago and whatever you want to do you can't change the past ...»



Desmond nodded.



«The fact is that Connor didn't want to ...» tried to explain the boy, looking at his hands and at the hidden blade that he, too, had tied the his wrist «While I was in Connor's mind
and tried to make him move, it was as if I felt even Haytham's thoughts. I don't know if it's because I had an Animus session with him too, and then the DNA, well... I don't understand anything about these things, but ...»



He looked up at his father and two other Assassins, watching them one after another.



«Haytham wanted to be hit ... He was totally uncovered on purpose ... The reality is that he could have killed Connor if he wanted to, he could have let the Templars win at that time, but he
chose his son's life and ... »



«Desmond ...» came the voice of the young women in order to stop the flow of  the boy's words. «Your father is right ... They are gone ... there's nothing you can do to Haytham or Connor. But you can do a lot for us, for all of us, for the whole world.»



The boy watched them for long. «They didn't know - he thought -  that if I cross that door I'm done for it ... They do not know I'm almost certainly going to die ... but...» and his eyes start looking for his father. He saw him, still sitting in front of him, looking at the ground, one hand in a tight fist resting on his leg. That fist clenched so hard that the knuckles went white.



«You know that dad? - he asked himself - or maybe you can just only guess, maybe you too would like to uncovered yourself...?»



Desmond smiled bitterly and turned back to the girl. «You're right - he said firmly - let's finish this once and for all!»



«Son...» the voice of his father was a sigh, but his face spoke for him. Desmond smiled confidently. «I will do my part Dad, don't worry»



William nodded ... his hands still clasped in his fists.



«Well ... let's see where this medallion is then ...» said the boy, picking up the viewer, while the other two Assassins returned to their stations.



«Are you ready Desmond?» Asked Rebbecca after restoring the DNA links



«Yes.» replied the young chosen one.



«Connor, Haytham ... forgive me» this was his last thought before watching around him and see Fort George once again, the cannon balls start hissing again in his ears. At that moment, he hoped that they could be loud enough to make him unable to hear his very thoughts ...





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Oh and by the way I didn't know mohawk but from my search... «Rakeni, nontié:ren?» should means "Father, why?" I hope I'm right XD

Re: Fill.... DESYNCHRONIZED

(Anonymous) 2015-01-11 04:35 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh men... writer!Anon here...just post this and I already see too many typo...just in the first line ..."it" insted of "HIT"... Poor me I'm such a stupid! Sorry everyone T__T