asscreedkinkmeme | Kink Meme - Assassin's Creed pt.2

“... what you give it. It is an animal. It cannot love you – its brain is smaller than its head. A dog, perhaps, but this creature before you? No, not at all.” He finished, narrowing his eyes. Desmond stared at him with widened ones.

He opened his mouth to shout, “That's not true!” when Mina caught his eye and shook her head. Desmond stayed himself, wanting to wipe the cold sweat that had broken out on his back, at the sudden thought of being in the Room, again, that early in the day. He had been well-behaved that week and nodded to Mina to show his gratitude and she reciprocated with a tight, strained smile.

“Now, finally this year's long lesson has come to an end. Today, marks the day you begin a much more refined instruction. I will no longer be your teacher, after today, but only after you complete this one, final lesson. A lesson others - ignorant, filled with delusion and blinded by greed – never get, if only they could be so lucky as you seventeen, as us. As assassins.” A hush fell over them all and he nodded to Mina, who wheeled over the cage of pigeons that the children had wondered about in the beginning.

“Life is fleeting. Life is about hardship, and striving through it, because it must be done. It has to be done. You cannot walk across a bridge - and it is frayed and near-collapse, others of your brood behind you – and decide to turn around. No!” he said, shaking his head. “You continue, because if you don't, others fall from your actions. Ah,” he held up a finger, “but you might think, what if there was another way? What if... a person gave me a helping hand, what then? But, then I would ask, what does that person want in return? Hm?” He tsked. “Ulterior motives, behind every thought and every action – you can only rely on your own strength; trust those who know the truth.”

He said slowly, “And so, I ask you to trust that what I ask of you, is for your own good.

“Your project, your avian – your pet, companion or best friend,” his eyes slid to Desmond and then the talking pigeon's girl, “as I said, only loves what you can give it. And so, here's your final lesson from me, that I give to you in hopes that you show your true strength and might of conviction:

“Kill the thing before you, because it is the only way to pass. If you do not, you will never be one of us.”

Desmond and a few others had quieted their cries of shock and horror, at his command, and settled for staring at their pigeons. Desmond's eyesight swam with tears, but he didn't dare shake his head in denial.

“Look, here – it is easy,” the teacher said, the creaking of the cage following. The bird in his hands made no noise that Desmond could hear. “Bring the pigeon's neck in your grasp, turn their beaks upward, like so, with your knuckles and wrench.” The small crack from a spare pigeon and the thump of its body tossed like trash to the ground, had the girl with the talking bird crying softly. Desmond grit his teeth to prevent his cries from being audible. He blinked, letting the accumulated tears fall, his spine shuddering.

“Now, now, it is not so hard to do. Don't fret over that, or your lack of technique, this is your first kill... albeit an unhuman one, but that comes much, much later. By the time you get your assignments, your first will be like an old hat or a shoe – familiar and unbothersome.”

Desmond cupped Fred to his chest, shielding her face.

“Desmond,” Ben asked slowly, stepping up to him. “Is there a problem?”

“... No, Ben.” Desmond said, staring at the ground.

“Good.” Ben said, and proceeded to congratulate the girl with pigtails. Her dead pigeon laid out before her, spasming. “Well done! Exactly right, you'll make a fine Assassin, I see. Already reaching for your Masters, hm?” She giggled with a jubilant, “Yes!”

Desmond simultaneously turned and looked at the talking bird's girl, as she turned to him, both teary-eyed. Cracks and high-pitched squawks echoed in their ears, as one by one, the other children snapped their birds' neck.

“Why, why do we have to do this?” she asked, voice wobbling every word. She clutched her bird to her. “Penny's my best friend!” she cried to Ben, begging him wordlessly to understand.

“Georgia,” Ben began, quietly. “Because, you follow what you are told, despite any personal feelings. That, is what a great Assassin does.”

“No, I won't do it! I won't!” Georgia shook her head, bursting into tears.

Ben sighed. “All of you, go home. Back to your families, go on.” Suddenly, he flicked his gaze Desmond's way. “All, except you, Desmond; stay here with Georgia.”

Before he took a single step further, Desmond quickly looked to see where Mina was – and relaxed to see her coming back from herding the others away.

Ben crouched before them, after indicating the two to stand in front of him.

“Now,” he spoke softly, “Georgia, I know you are really out of your depth, being an orphan, but Desmond here has come from a long line of Assassins, did you know?” Georgia shook her head, her face still scrunched up and blotchy with tears. “Yes, he does. And he himself has troubles with what we like to call 'expendable', but it stays with us, forever. The only thing we can do is train ourselves to ignore it.” He lowered his head to pierce them with his eyes. “You will die, understand, Georgia, Desmond, if you let your conscience get the best of you. Now, both of you, I will give until midnight. Alright?”

“No,” Desmond said, glaring. “Fred's hasn't done anything bad! She shouldn't be punished as a lesson. Why would you hurt something smaller than you? The only thing she can hurt is the fingers.”

“And your heart, should you grow more attached.” Ben said, jaw set tight.

“I don't care,” Desmond shot back. “Put me in the Room, I'm not laying a finger on Fred! Go ahead!”

His teacher gripped his shoulder and shook it. “Yes, you will.” He let go immediately when Mina took a step forward. He stood tall over Desmond, lips pursed. “You may go home, but it will be done. The bird will be dead by midnight and no later; we have ways to check for any falsities.”

Mina's hands landed softly on his small shoulders and led him away, back home, leaving Ben to continue lecturing Georgia.

“Auntie Mina,” Desmond asked, finally releasing his sobs when he caught sight of the Miles home in the Assassin compound, closest to the perimeter – throat sore and muscles strained from holding them in. “Why does Fred have to die? I don't want to.”

“Dezzy,” Mind murmured. “Please, you have to.”

“No, I don't! I don't have to do anything!” Desmond weeped loudly. Mina shushed him, and he saw the Miles windows were open that afternoon; Desmond swallowed his further cries in, beating his tears back. He swallowed again dryly and sniffled out, body still racking from the after-effects of his outburst. “I- I'm thirsty, auntie...” Mina nodded.

“I'll make you some hot ginger tea.”

“Thanks, Auntie Mina.” Desmond managed out. “You're the best auntie.”

Mina smiled, eyes shimmering wetly, and scooped him up, walking the rest of the way. He was a light enough, and although he usually would have made a fight over her babying, he rested against her, breathing in her comforting scent of lilac. Fred cradled by one arm to him, still, cooed.

“Oh, Mina, stop,” his mother admonished when she came in through the front entrance. “He's old enough to walk himself... What, what's the matter?” Desmond was on suddenly righted on his feet by two hard grips on his underarms. “Desmond, why have you been crying?” Deliah asked, crouching.

Desmond leaned back toward Mina's legs, but his mother frowned and spat, “Is it over Fred?” Her hard expression fell away to an exasperated one, “Oh, Desmond – it's just a bird!” She let go and sighed, standing, her hands on her hips.

“No, she's not,” Desmond burst out, stomping his foot so he wouldn't cry, especially in front of his mother. “Mother, they want me to kill her!”

Deliah nodded. “Yes, I know.”

“... You, do?” Desmond asked, subdued. Mina said she was going to make the ginger tea and departed.

She nodded. “Of course, we all have to go through it. Oh, Ben is being over-dramatic, but it's the same speech we're all given. I did it, too, when I was your age.”

Wayne stepped into the foyer from the living room. “Mina, where's Mina?”

“In the kitchen, why?” Deliah asked. “A mission memo?” Desmond's mood slumped further and Fred began to coo in his ear. He pet her.

Wayne nodded, glancing at the sheet of paper in his hands. “Yes. Yellow. Just received it from the fax.”

Desmond brightened. Yellow was Desmond's favourite colour, not only was it Mina's hair colour, but a yellow dot inked on the paper meant it would only take Mina a day to complete.

Deliah sighed. “I thought she would finally restart red missions this year. Desmond,” she told him. “go bid Mina farewell, before she leaves.” She reached for the paper, but Desmond held his hand up.

“Please, can I bring it to her?” he asked. Relinquishing the paper to him, Deliah shooed him away.

As he walked into the kitchen, he heard his father comment, “The bird giving him trouble?”

“Yes, but he has to do it, himself.” said his mother, firm. “I did it, you did it, we all did. No sense babying Desmond.”

“Right, right, of course,” acquiesed his father, as always.

Desmond was indicated to sit by his table – when he reached majority, he could sit with his mother, father and Mina, until then, he had his own small table and chairs – and given his tea. Before he sipped it, he told Mina about her memo, handing the sheet to her. “It's yellow,” he said and Mina nodded.

“Yes. Desmond, I'll be back, okay? Before you know it.” She quirked a smile at him and they hugged, then Mina was gone to the headquarters for the specifics of her mission.

He ate his lunch sullenly and focused poorly on his home studies. By the time dinner rolled around, Deliah was like a tightly wound metal spring.

“Desmond,” she snapped. “You have to kill the bird, by midnight. Not just anyone gets allowances, you know, for their weakness.”

Desmond exclaimed, “I'm not weak!”

“Yes, you are,” she said. “Look, embarrassing us like this and our good family name. All the time, you fight and fight us – we only want what's best for you, Desmond. Why can't you see that?”

Desmond's eyes were stinging hot, but he glared at her through the blur. “Why can't you see that by killing Fred, it kills me!” he screamed.

“Yes,” his mother hissed. “That is exactly why. There are trees that only release their seeds when they're set on fire, Desmond, and from their ashes, the earth is fertilized; the forest, reborn.”

“No!” he shouted. He ran to his room and slammed the door closed. He only came out to go to the bathroom, but snuck back in, red-eyed and sniffling.

At night, he slept, curled up on his side, with Fred beside him. She had strutted her way to nestle herself in the space between his hands that cupped her and under his chin, cooing. He pet her softly, until she lulled him to sleep with warbling notes, his worries wisping away – he didn't care about being an Assassin, anyway. He could care less about the refined training, it wasn't worth losing Fred.

He dreamed that night that his mother had made her way into his room like a stalking shadow, frightening him, but she told him to go back to sleep, running a soothing hand through his hair. She had whispered, “I'm sorry, Dezzy.”

When he woke up at dawn, Fred was not with him and he panicked, sweeping his eyes around the room, before he found her laying at the bottom of her unused cage. One look at her and he began to cry, long and mournful, gently picking her up to hold her cold, small body close.

Her neck had been twisted.

His mother was taken aback, when he ran into the kitchen, Fred gingerly held to him.

“I hate you,” he screamed. “I hate you!”

Deliah laughed. “And so, I see – you're quite the actor. Good, Desmond. Show them what you're worth.” Deliah took Fred from his hands. “Ben will be most pleased.”

An unintentional Subject 17 connection. What with Desmond being one of seventeen children in his training group.

The next parts once I recover from my wisdom teeth removal - AND GOSH darnit, I am so jealous of any one of you that happens to have a jaw wide enough to support four extra teeth - will still feature Desmond's Farm days. So... I hope you still enjoy? No, really, I do! I hope you will forgive me for sticking to my guns on the parts coming up, even if these bore some of you.

I would change it, but it's pretty intergral to Desmond's growth as a character, at least, in my story-verse.

Alright, I'm off to play games, because it is the ONLY way I can calm myself. They changed my time on me! IT'S EARLIER. I was so panicked but I need them out, so yeah, but still! *freaked out*

Alrighty, I'm almost healed completely from my extraction. My upper ones are nearly closed and the one bottom one is three-quarters closed, and the other one that they had trouble with is half-way closed - I'd say more, possibly.

Now, the reason that is has been taking longer to produce more updates is not for lack of writing. I'm actually having a terrible time deciding on how it's going to go. I have currently over 14 pages of writing, font size 12, the usual font - good god, I've typed that at least three times, because 'usual' looks weird right now - two of three scenes into the 14 pages need to be fleshed out and the third needs to be interlocked into the story somewhere along the way. Now, what I am having difficulty with is... well, the vast quantity of time spent on Desmond's relations with the children in his age group.

Would it be interesting? I wondered. Or would it be too much of something that could have been made into a passing mention? Instead, choosing the more meatier bits that made him who he is in the present-form Desmond? I found writing the scenes with Desmond and the children in his group more fascinating, but altogether, I wasn't sure my lovely readers would enjoy it all the same.

SO. Continue with the parts I have, OR... delete and restart over? I know what I eventually wanted to do. Of course, one of Desmond's mentors died for him - this would strongly affect a growing young man transcending into manhood (however, Desmond had already in his mind, grew into the adulthood by Farm standards), or any adolescent. We (I include myself in this case, because when I write, I write, and eventually stuff does connect and form a picture - it's an adventure in writing for you and I!) are given clear indication that age sixteen is the turning point in his life - well, fourteen, really, but sixteen's when the shit hit the fan.

That's literally the point of the Farm days recollection. Hitting the point of Desmond's character. But isn't childhood a growing factor? Disregarding physical growth, I'm more speaking of the mental growth of someone. We know that Desmond may have been stunted from mainstream culture, but his actions and mindset in adulthood is not, in any way, stunted socially. He can interact with others like an average person, who just so happens to be having paranoia issues.

And yes, so choices, choices!

Or should I just finish it all up - it will take awhile - and plonk it all down to your reading pleasures?

Thank you for patiently waiting, and sorry, yes, the update is three/four days late - I should have posted this Wednesday of this week, which would have made it exactly one week, as I had previously said I would have posted something.

GLORIOUS ANON, YOU HAVE RETURNED!

I have no aid to offer you. I am just greedy and craving an update now. I pick whichever option gets me moar, now.

Ahhh, must be respectful and well behaved anon. So. WHat I am really really wanting is some Ezio/Desmond interaction. Is there some of this destined to come about? If so, I will read twenty thousand pages of whatever you throw down eagerly and revel in your brilliance. If not, I will read twenty thousand pages of what you throw down and lament of what almost was between revelling in your brilliance.

I am but a simple anon (your first and maybe even most faithful anon) and adore you for simply creating such a beautiful fill.

(I am also glad about your healing. I hope you didn't get too stressed during.)

YOU'VE CONVINCED ME.

I was teetering toward it, but your sincerity cinched it for me.

I am doing a redo of the incoming parts. Ho hum. AND YES, this is an Ezio/Desmond <-- Several writers probably dislike using the order of whom or what to denote who is topping WHOM... For simplicity's sake, though I like to read this how it's wrote and WRITE it how it's wrote.

Basically, Desmond's the antelope and Ezio's the cheetah. They may switch though, later on - I have time to mull it over.

I noticed I was on Assassin's Creed Daily tumblr site - http://asscreed-daily.tumblr.com/ - AND SO MANY OTHERS. Aaaah, I was completely pumped, I will go read what his/her links to other fics are, because that's A LOT.

And thanks again! Have a good night or day! I need to sleep, myself! :D

Updateanon here! I was wondering if you were gonna go the Ezio/Desmond route with this- I was having a hard time figuring out how to categorize it, so thank you for finally clearing that up for me! <3

It's you! This anonwriter feels so chipper to meet you!

And you are doing an awesome, fantastic job with your managing of your site (and the site, itself). Your efforts are very appreciated and lovely! Thank you for taking the time out of RL and your own downtime to do so!

I'm sorry for the guessing - and also the change in title. Both unintentional, but we're all okay now, so yay!

Thanks again! :D

... write!anon?

This humble, faithful anon is afraid you might have died - please don't be.

Never fear, I am not dead!

Just been a busy, exhausted bee - not because of this, of course - but RL duties, etc.

I can definitely say that I am, as of now, fifty percent done on what I want to post. So, let's see. Based on writing pace as of now and things going on - expect the post by this weekend. Sat or Sun. But it'll usually be around the later times, like 9ish or 10ish of either day.

I'm so sorry to have left you waiting! But don't worry, I'll definitely post by Sat or Sun.

Oh, I am pleased. And this anon is concerned, not about how soon you post, but for your well being. I am sorry to hear RL is bitching it up big time. Take care of yourself first, anon, because you are awesome.

Everything'll be just fine, on this end. And hopefully, you too, are doing well.

So, yes, be on the lookout Sat or Sun. Still not too sure which day, all I know is that one of those days it will be posted, because I've kept you and everyone waiting long enough!

Hope you have a wonderful day and thank you again for your concern - and yes, I will take care of myself, don't you worry. :)

Had a busy weekend - BUT, it will be posted. I don't care if I have to stay up until 3am to finish, but it will be posted.

Either way, everyone will read it soon. I have high hopes that it will still be enjoyed.

Thank you very much for your patience! :)

It's 1:20am right now and my brain just went kaput.

However, I am confident that I can finish before late tomorrow - well, today, because it's now Monday - but you all know what I mean.

So, don't worry, the wait is not for long! Definitely not.

Then, I shall turn in also, lovely write!anon. Sleep well!

P!Anon

My excitement, Anon, is neigh unbearable! But I do, against my burning readerlust, encourage you to take care of yourself first!

Also - no amount of time can make my enjoyment for this fill any less, rest assured. I just finished the 2nd game again yesterday (PC anon awaits the Brohood release) and re-read your fill again tonight, luxuriating in its brilliance again.

Much adorations,
Previous!anon

And I would send cheek kisses over too, but I instead sense you floating little hearts. I hope you bake cookies with them. They'll taste delicious. :)

OMG. You re-beat Brotherhood? AWESOME. Once my brother and I 100% it, I was like, well let's go get another one! And off we went, getting other games to play. Right now, I'm playing solo Resident Evil 5 - I've never, ever played anything other than RPGs by myself without anyone's input of "Go here. Here, let me help." So... while it's pretty nerve-wracking, I really enjoy the game. The graphics are pretty solid. And why can't I play JOSH? I was sad.

I watched a hacking of the PC version on youtube and the public assembly chapter with the Executioner after you in the village, I was completely out of bullets, and was all, "Get on top of the Wesker Bus, get on top of the Wesker Bus!" http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RZ0m6S8JEoI

I was thankful as all hell that the Executioner's AI didn't come onto the buildings towards me but kept making distracted circles around another building, because I would have died. I knifed with Sheva's AI at least 10 Majini with Hooks of PAIN.

Clearly, I need to go to sleep.

Thank you again!

Oh, no no no, not Brotherhood! Just AC2. I haven't played Brotherhood yet, just watched Tobuscus' gameplay on youtube ^-^

And I am pleased your lack of bullets didn't end in your demise!

I saw this coming a mile away. Doesn't mean that it didn't totally jerk at my heart strings and make me want to cry ;A;

How did I fucking MISS THIS FILL!?! I don't fucking know because omg now I'm addicted!

When I saw this in my inbox I was so excited, I though my dreams had come true - but no, just another reader squeeing.

I am disappoint.

It's being posted in process now.

Sorry to keep everyone waiting!! I actually finished this part (Part II, I will label) early this day. Feb. 18 at 1:43am, to be exact, but I was just not in the mindset to separate neatly and post the way I wanted to.

Uh, let's see. The BIG ONE I was working on which took me a long time, I will post, as well - except to stop at a certain point, which I will explain in full detail.

I started this part (Part II) at around 6:45pm yesterday but couldn't focus all the way on it until after 8:20pm, because my toddler nephew was over and I was enjoying his little visit here. Once I'm done posting the beginning parts of Part II, I'll start with the Part I's.

Not quite sure if I made sense, but here we go. Now.

Thank yous to everyone who has waited so patiently and in being really wonderful, awesome people. :D

Just so you know. :)

Thank you very much for your post! Ah. I didn't actually end up posting the parts of Part I, as I will do so tomorrow (today, actually, as its past almost quarter to 1am) when I'm well rested, with Side Notes, explaining a few things. BUT there's Part II up, which I'll keep on doing, while I mull over the parts of Part I I have. It's a monster. It came to the point that I separated it from the main file to keep doing it. But you won't be seeing all of it, because I eventually became a tad... ah, unhappy with it. Now, that I got Part II up, I can pretty well focus on the scenes I want without rushing.

Thanks again! :D

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