Prologue
One Angel and one Demon are incarnated into the world of the living for single purpose to assassinate the other. They will only becoming cognisant of their target once the two reach their 20th year as human reincarnates. Both destined to kill each other and no other. Once the deed is done the victor could return to their realm and received a noble accolade and be conquer extraordinary powers. However would they have the capability to assassinate the life of their lover?
A/N: *IMPORTANT!*: Please read this before posting any reviews:
-So for the past few days I was admiring allahdammit's beautiful art work….admiring it too weak of a word I was literality drooling over her pictures especially her A/D AU (seriously people go see her gallery now allahdammit. deviantart if you have not it's totally worth it). When I saw her "Shut up" ( allahdammit. deviantart gallery/ #/d4ymsin) picture this fan fiction just started to instantly take form in my mind and I my fingers started to vomit these chapter into my keyboard within a few hours.
-And yes I'm well aware that Xazz did a similar thing with her fan fiction "Through the Eyes of Angels" ( www. fanfiction s/7553130/1/Through_the_Eyes_of_Angels) and I'm not trying to copy her, my fanfic has a completely different story line it just happened that we both got an inspiration from the same source, it happens. I have full respect for Xazz's work and I have read and enjoyed many of them and I high recommend you to check them out. ( www. fanfiction u/914210/Xazz)
-Also I do not own any of the Assassin's Creed franchise characters that right goes to Ubisoft and any other respectable owns.
-This story and any OC belongs to me
-WARNING: This story will have YAOI (boyxboy) and a lot of cussing and possibly violence. Truth be told this is the first time I wrote so much swearing in my whole life.
Well I think that I covered everything that I wanted to say so on to the first chapter hope you all like it ^.^
Morning Coffee
Altair's hand covered his mouth as he yawned widely. The aroma of coffee teased his tongue and spiraled up his nostrils.
"Morning sir." The cashier in a red apron greeted him with a sleepily grin. Her sunny blonde hair was tided in a tight bun behind her head.
"Mornin'" Altair blinked away the blur his eyes as he read the overhead menu. "Give me a large black coffee and Mocha Cappuccino please."
The cashier punched out the order and the price flashed in neon green numbers. "Anything else sir?" she asked.
"No thanks." Altair replied as he fished through the coin pocket of his leather wallet for exact change.
"Your order will be ready in a few minutes." she reached over the cash register to receive the payment and was pleased that he gave her the precise amount. Ruffling through coins and bills at six in the morning was a real brain sorer. Altair was glad that he could bring some ease to this girl's life even if it was only minor.
"See you in lecture Lucy." Altair flashed her a friendly smile and headed over to the waiting station.
"Catch you later Altair." she let her formality slip a bit as she gave him a wink before calling up the next costumer.
Altair leaned on the palms of his hands against the waiting station's dark granite countertop and crossed his legs at the ankles. He watched in amusement as Rebecca prepared his drinks while bobbing her head to some music she was listening to with her headphones.
When she was done she placed them into a molder pulp 4-cup drink holder tray and lifted it over her head as she carried it to Altair. "Here's your morning dose of caffeine my good sir." she swung the tray through the air like a toy plane before it landed on the countertop.
"Thanks Becca." he said and pulled out a straw from a cup and smashed it a few times on the granite's surface to punch it out of its paper wrapping.
"I made sure to give his coffee an extra kick and a nice white mountain of fluff for you." She swiped her finger across the top of his mocha cappuccino taking some of its whip cream.
"Hey, it is so hard to say please?" Altair frowned.
Rebecca grinned as she licked the tip of her finger before whipping it on her apron. "Thanks Alty boy. Gotta run, say hi to the genius for me would ya?" She waved and ran back to the brewing machine to fulfill the next order.
"Sure thing Becca." he smiled and jabbed his straw into the mocha and carried the tray to the wooden two seater table by the window wall.
After slouching himself into the red cushioned seat he placed the tray in front of a black laptop that was on the other end of the table from him. Rapid typing stopped as a tanned hand reached over the screen and took the cup containing the black coffee.
"You didn't use my employee's discount again didn't you?" an annoyed and drowsy voice came from behind the screen.
Altair pulled out his mocha. "Now if I did that the coffee shop wouldn't get enough money to stay in business and I can't bear to have this shop's bankruptcy on my conscious. Besides," he took a long sip from his drink. "This mocha cappuccino is worth every penny."
"You little goody-two-shoes of an angel." the man on the other side grumbled and drunk his coffee. Altair could hear him moan in satisfaction to the taste and placed the cup by the laptop. The pattering against the keyboard resumed.
Altair waited as he continued consuming his drink and was deliberately ignored until he began to noisily slurp the reaming whip cream.
The laptop slammed shut reviling a grimacing Malik.
Malik pushed up his glasses with the tip of his finger "Do you always have to order that same drink?" he growled.
"Do you always have to order that same drink?" Altair mimicked with a smirk.
"That beverage of yours is calorific and not to mention the amount of sugar and fat you consume with all that whip cream."
"Hey, hey don't insult the sweet and heavenly whip cream." Altair defended.
"Well I would like to live to the age of forty with unclogged blood vessels."
"At least I wouldn't die from high blood pressure."
They both glare at each other not letting down their intensity in the slightest. But that was suddenly broken off by the sound of Malik's iPhone vibrating on the table.
Malik put an earbud into his right ear and pressed the receive button. "Hello," he spoke into the microphone, "What is it Shaun?" there was a brief paused as Malik's brow pulled together. "Again? You got to be kidding me! This is the second time Abbas was a no-show this week...Yes I guess I can cover him for today I need the money anyway….alright see you later tonight….bye." He hung up the phone and pinched the bridge of his noise as he squeezed his eyes shut.
'Here it comes,' Altair thought.
"Fuck my life." Malik grunted. "It's the same bullshit every fucken time."
"Trouble down at the tech-lair?" Altair asked concerned by the amount of stress on his friend's expression.
"Shit, I don't know what do you think?" Malik sighed and hung his head back to look up at the ceiling
"I foresee another all-nighter in your near future." Altair bantered.
"Fuck you Altair!" Malik snapped without lifting his head.
"If it's too much for you I can take over your shift."
Malik began to laugh so hard that it shook his chair. "You? Working in an electronics store? Please." he straightened out his neck and lifted up his glasses to wipe the tears from his eyes with his thumb. "Your lameass can't tell an S-Video port from a VGA port. You even have fucken trouble telling a microphone and headphone port apart."
Altair blushed. "I don't always have time to check those tiny pictures beside them ok."
Malik set back his glasses on his nose. "Of course you don't. All I hear are sore ass excuses."
Altair pulled up the white hood of his sweater to hide his discomfiture. "Shut up Malik." he muttered.
Malik raised an eyebrow. "Ready? That's the best you can do? No: asshole or fuck off or jackass or-"
"I said 'shut up' didn't I?"
"What are you fucken six?"
"Language Malik!" Lucy admonished.
"Whatever let's get out of here I got a shitload to do." he growled and reached behind his back to slip his arms into the sleeves of his black pea coat that hung off the back of his chair.
"Malik!" Lucy bawled
"Yeah, yeah I heard you Lucy!" Malik saw how Altair was repressing a grin. "You know what Alt-"
"Ahh!" Altair raised a finger up at Malik. "Watch your language Malik."
Malik snarled and stood up to properly button up his coat and fix its collar.
Altair got out of his chair and reached for his white parka that hung off it. He fiddled a bit with the zipper as Malik shoved his laptop into his bulky grey messenger bag. Altair bent down to get his red and black backpack and slung it over on one shoulder.
He turned and waved at Lucy and Rebecca. "See ya later guys."
"Bye!" Lucy returned the wave.
"Later gators!" Rebecca called out from behind her.
Malik got on his bag and took his unfinished coffee while Altair disposed of his empty cappuccino cup and the tray into the garbage bin that was just by the door.
The moment that they set foot out of the shop Malik turned to Altair with a wicked leer. He inhaled deeply and yelling out with all the air in his chest. "Altair you can go down there and blow me all you want and watch me not give a fuck's ass!"
Malik grabbed the door handle and slammed it shut before Lucy's screams could reach him. He sniggered as he watched her infuriated expression behind the glass door. He raised his hand to flip her the bird but Altair's hand came over his fist stopping him.
"What the hell?" Malik glared at him.
"I think you endangered your employment at this shop far enough." Altair gestured his head towards the few costumers in the shop that were staring at them with dropped jaws or shaking their heads.
"Ahh screw it, the manager would never lay me off anyway. Who else is he gonna find to fix that shit of a furnace for a few bucks?" he pulled his hand away and began walking down the desolated pedestrian mall . A few luminous lamps glowed in the crisp dark winter air above the signs and doors of opened shops. A layer of freshly fallen snow powdered the sidewalk while cleverly concealing the slush beneath it.
Altair frowned. Malik wasn't going to get himself off the hook that easily. Altair came up behind Malik snatched the cup out of his hand.
Malik shot him a query glare but before he had the chance to open his mouth Altair was pouring out the coffee onto the street.
"What the fucken hell!" Malik looked like he was ready to punch out some of Altair teeth.
"Consider this as retribution." Altair stated casually as he watched the steam rise from the black cascade.
"Retribution my ass!"
"I paid so you shouldn't be fussing over it so much and besides, "Altair gave him a stoic stare. " You should really do something about that colourful language of yours." The last of the coffee dripped into the pool of black slush.
"Go fuck yourself asshole!" Malik spat before storming off, slush and snow splattered around his feet with each pounding step.
Altair sighed, tossed the cup into a garbage bin, and ran after Malik. He caught up to him at an intersection where Malik was forced to wait for the traffic light to change.
"I'm sorry Malik I didn't think it'd upset you that much." Altair nudged Malik's arm with his elbow as his lips curved into a small timid smile. "If you want I can run back and buy you another one."
Malik sighed heavy and his scrunched up eyebrows smoothen out. "Forget it. But what you could do is give me a copy of your lecture notes for today's proofs lecture that I will have to miss cuz of work. And I expect some motherfuckin eligible writing not that shit you give me to decipher the last time."
Altair crossed his arms as his eyes narrowed scornfully.
"Oh for fucken sakes!" Malik rolled his eyes. "If I wanna cuss I will. I stopped with all the 'God' and 'Christ' crap so lay off me will ya?"
"But you could restrain yourself from using so much profanity in a single hour."
Malik guffawed "I could, but if I did who would tell off that son-of-a-bitch Robert de Sable."
Altair lowered his head. He remembered how in the eighth grade Robert accused his mother of being a filthy whore. Altair tried to fend him off and sentinel his mother's prestige, but his poise and pacifist nature caused him to have little effect against the discourteous accusations. Amid all this a circling pack of taunting and laughing children advocated Robert.
It was then that Malik barged through the crowd and stations himself between the two boys as Altair's bulwark. Malik started firing merciless cannonballs of madcap and depraved execrations. The contentious battle was quickly won by the jubilant Malik while Robert seemed like he was about to dwindle into a tight ball where he stood.
Malik was given suspension for a week, which was soon augmented by another week when he starting cursing at Altair for actually asking the principal to receive punishment.
Altair thought it would be only fair and that Malik shouldn't shoulder all the blame. Malik only got involved in that fight because he was Altair's friend. As Malik's friend Altair also wanted to share his suffering. But all Altair got was a week of detention during recess.
"Quit pouting so much!" Malik smacked his hand on his back so hard that Altair almost fell face-flat on the street. And he would have if Malik's quick actions hadn't grabbed the hood of his coat and pulled him back up. A car that zoomed by them honked his horn furious which Malik responded with a flip of his finger.
"Fuck you! Bitch!"
"That was your fault and stop going that." Altair pulled Malik's arm down by its sleeve.
Malik grabbed Altair by the shoulders. "That motherfucker nearly hit you! You're not hurt anywhere are you?" Malik eyes inspect up and down Altair for the tiniest scratch.
"I'm fine." Altair shrugged off his hands.
Malik's darkened eyes shot down the direction the car went and recited a lengthy chorus of menacing curses. Altair heart drop like a cold stone onto his guts. This was not good. Malik would have pursued the vehicle if Altair hadn't rested his hand on his rigid shoulder.
"I think I'll run back to the shop and get you another coffee." Altair articulated literally. It was customary for Malik to cuss in the morning, just like a smoker had smokers cough. He just needed to get it out of his system before the day started. But this level of intense animosity was dangerous and would only get worse – potentially lethal – and Altair knew exactly why. "You're in dire need of caffeine."
Malik took off his glasses and rubbed his face a few times with the other hand. He too came to realized that he was in a volatile state. "Yeah you do that. I'll just wait here." he muttered and sauntered to a bench in front of a large vacant rectangular flower pot. He cleaned off some of the snow, sat down, pulled out a glasses case from his bag to put away his glasses, shoved it back in, and raised his cold hands to face to heat them up with his breath.
"Just don't go anywhere and try to not open that mouth of yours till I get back." Altair ordered and darted between the two trails of boot prints in the snow. He slowed when he was within the warm light that radiated through the coffee shop's window walls.
The door rang the dangling tiny bell as he stomped off the concoction of frozen sludge from his white and black Caribou Snow boots. He checked if he got everything off before walking over to Lucy.
"Hey Lucy I came back to get a-" he was cut off when a she shoved the shop's promotional travel mug into his face.
"Here." she flashed him a cheeky smile.
"We overheard a few costumers by the window that witnessed what you did with his coffee, so we kinda knew you would be back." Rebecca came up behind Lucy with a matching grin.
"Did he snap?" Lucy asked as the two girls eyed him curiously.
"Badly." Altair sighed and took the mug. Its warm red plastic burned his frosted bare hand. "And thanks." his other hand dove into the deep pocket of his coat for his wallet.
Lucy raised her hand. "Nah let this one come out of his pay cheque along with an extra charge."
Altair arched an eyebrow. "Extra charge?"
"For causing a public disturbance, duh." Rebecca stated.
The three couldn't help but burst into laughter. But Altair knew better than to keep Malik waiting.
"I better get this to him. Hopefully he hasn't run off somewhere."
"Make sure you have 9-1-1 on your speed dial just in case." Rebecca teased as he headed out the door.
They watched him fly off out of sight. The way he moved when running was something to behold. It was swift yet elegant as if he was about to take off from the ground and fly.
"That Altair is a really angel isn't he." Rebecca crossed her arms over her chest and sighed.
Lucy rested her elbows on the counter. "While Malik is, well you know," Lucy chuckled and shook her head. "A real demon sometimes."
"I know right? It's hard to believe that they're roommates let alone best friends." Rebecca remarked.
Lucy raised one for her arms to rest her chin into her palm. "Kind of makes you wonder how they met." she said inquisitively.
Rebecca's hip bumped hers. "Well, why don't you just go asked them yourself?" she goaded.
"Maybe I will." her eyebrows shot up when her phone suddenly went off in her pocket. "I thought I turned it off."
"Well you better do it before the boss sees you with it." Rebecca check over her shoulders into the half opened door of the staffroom.
Lucy pulled out her phone to do so while at the same time tempted to see who had messaged her. It wouldn't hurt to have a quick peek. The text was from Altair. As she read it a warm smile shaped her full lips.
"Who is it?" Rebecca peered over her shoulder. Lucy held her phone up so that Rebecca had a better view. Rebecca also grinned as she read it. "Aww." she cooed. "What did I tell you? A real angel."
Malik lifted his face that he had pressed into his palms at the sound of approaching footsteps and texting fingers. Altair had the strangest smile as he gazed down at his phone. It beeped, indicating that he received a reply. His expression softened and a twinkle sparked in his golden eyes.
Malik wondered who he was captivatingly texting with and couldn't help but feel a little…annoyed. Perhaps it was because he was yearning for the coffee that Altair was so leisurely carrying.
"Your girlfriend?" Malik asked as he got up from the benched.
"Huh?" Altair looked at him a bit caught off guard by his question. "Nah just asked someone for a favour." he slipped the phone back into his pocket and held out the mug to Malik.
"It's about fucken time. I was freezing my ass out here." Malik grumbled as he took the mug and instantly began chugging it down. The warmth of the coffee poured into his chest. He pulled the mug away from his lips and observed the shop's logo on it. "Why did you bother buying it in this crappy mug?"
To Altair's satisfaction that caffeine was taken effect. "I didn't."
Malik caught on immediately and a scowl pressed deeply into his face. "Those bitches!" hardened demanding onyx orbs revolved to Altair. He knew there was always more to their schemes.
Altair shrugged meekly, he knew it would do him little good to conceal the information from Malik. "Public disturbance charges."
Malik's grip threatened to crack the plastic. "Are you bullshitting me right now?" instead of lashing out Malik closed his eyes and took in deep rhythmic breaths. His tensed fingers relaxed. "Never mind let's get out of here."
Caffeine sure worked wonders on his temper. Altair gave him a praising pat on the shoulder. They crossed the street and descended the dingy sidewalk staircase into the subway station.
A/N: I can't believe I manage to finish this and post it in the middle of the night. But I think I was worth the late night I hope you didn't find the intro too slow or boring or just down right bad. Also you can tell me if I misspelled or wrote anything that didn't make sense cuz I do have a weak point for those ^.^'
And sorry if all the cussing offended anyone