YOOHOO MINA-SAN I've been so nervous to actually publish some fanfiction but my bestest friend ever talked me into sharing my work! She was also my amazing talented beta. Say hi to KylmaKakka!
I worked so hard on this but please be nice, I'm new to writing and some constructive crit is lovely (but no flames plz!)
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One day Malik will remember to sleep with the window open, because these goddamn blasted birds chirp him awake. Curse thy birds! Malik is an owl and needs his beauty sleep! It's bad enough that the accursed administration and powers that be demand a morning schedule imposed on the land, but the animals are conspiring against him as well. How dare they!
Needless to say one Malik A. Sayf hates, loathes, despises mornings. SO. MUCH. In fact, the onlything he despies as much as mornings is one Altair Ibn La-ahad. Ever since the accursed boy showed up in his life in the 3rd grade, he hated his guts. That arrogant buffoon thought he was better then everyone else and the worst part was, everyone else liked him too! How couldn't they see how disgusting he was?
It was one thing if he was just a dumb jock, but no he had to be smart too- smart enough to threaten his own #1 ranking in grades. No one before him had even come close before to his record breaking 4.33 GPA.
The brunette was grumpy in his bed that 6am, at the injustice of birds, and birdbrains, when his little brother Kadar brust cheerily into his room.
"OHIO NII-CHAN!" Kadar sing-songed. Kadar was his "adorable" younger brother, a 12 year old with baby cheeks and humongous blue orbs and made of the pure sugary joy that stole the hearts of everyone who met him; except of course the tangled darkness that was his older brother. That of course didn't stop the innocent angel from trying to turn his grumpy cat brother into Happy Cat.
"Shut the fuck up turd" Malik grumbled unhappily and threw a pillow at him. Oh great, now he had no pillow. Malik is the sad soul who slept with only one pillow.
"But niiiiii-chaaaaaan," whined Kadar, "you're late for school! Or you will be if you don't GET UP RIGHT THIS SECOND AND RUN OUT THE DOOR mother's words."
"then why are you stlil here?"
"Jr. High starts later than high school, duh."
That gloating little…
"And don't you want to see your sempai? Oh when will sempai recognise me?"
Oh fucknuggets, his little brother didn't just have to be far too chipper, but also a weeaboo. Why couldn't he just be normal and talk normal without gratuitious Japanese that he probably doens't understand anyway?
But, Malik drug himself out of bed anyway. He did have a reputation to maintain, and a number one spot to fill.
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Two hours earlier, in the neighbouring house, one proud peacock of an eagle woke up bright and early. He stretched his long limbs and admired his sculpted muscles in the mirror, slapping his face, before getting ready in the morning. He made himself a healthy breakfast and going out for a long run.
Ah, beautiful mornings! He loved the scene of exhaust of cranky early morning commuters blended with the tingly smell of the pine trees. He loved the changing colours of the sunlight filtering through a storm of clouds. He loved the music of the little birds chattering away calling "HAVE SEX WITH ME", validating his own manliness.
Absolutely glistening with sweat sparkling under the sunlight, and his thin tee shirt sticking to his amazing six pack leaving nothing to the imagination, he ran many miles back to his house, making sure to move extra slowly and sexy across Malik's window. One of these days that blockhead will finally notice his own super sexy neighbor instead of sleeping in and being so damn oblivious. He couldn't understand how anyone who cared so much about school would be so late all the time anyway.
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He was furious! Malik had missed homeroom yet again,although due to his incredibly large intellect he had the teachers wrapped around his little finger. And gotten away with little more than a curt reprimend and "don't do that again." It didn't matter, the next class was his favourite and best: algebra 2. Ah, the glory of balancing equations and solving for x and y! Oh the beautiful symmetry of graphs and square roots. Hnnng, Malik grew hard just thinking about it. Oh, must watch himself. Reputation to uphold of being an upstanding citizen and all that.
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Altair perked up from role call when the door opened up. It was his gorgeous man-meat Malik of course, as usual. As usual the Mr. Auditore didn't give a shit. Teacher's pet! If only he noticed the other students as well as the teachers. Oh man he was in deep. He had been in so deep ever since he set his eyes on that beautiful boy back in the third grade, so smart and haughty. So deep in his anus, I mean,in love was he that he even started applying himself in his studies in the hopes the other boy would notice him.
It had bought him great praise from his stern adopted grandfather Rashid ad din Sinan, that finally, he had more interest in things that weren't football and maiming squirrels. He couldn't understand what was so wrong with maiming sqiurrels but he supposed a lot of football players were stupid in his grandfather's eyes.
Speaking of paranthal authority, he thought of his friend Ezio, who was very very hot (but not as hot as himself of course) but also a year younger. How awkward would it be next year when his old man became his homeroom teacher? Ew. But, he supposed, it was good for him that he even had parents to be embarrassed by.
After having zoned out through the morning announcements by the vice principle (who spoke so ever slowly and monotonously, what was his deal? Did he even want the kids to listen?) he gathered his messy papers and shuffled over to his next class: Algebra 2.
TBC!
So what did you guys think? Good, bad? But I won't stop writing EVER because muahaha STICKS AND STONES CAN BREAK MY BONES BUT WORDS WILL NEVER HURT ME. :D I really want to improve!
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