Alright, so in my modern assassin creed series, I very rarely touch upon the Altair/Malik ship… it's there, but I hardly ever talk about it.

So, what do you get when you cross an author who loves Disney crossovers and a loved OTP…. An Altair/Malik Beauty and the Beast crossover.

I hope you like it, and please read and review ?

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Once upon a time, in a far away land, a young man earned the rank of Master Assassin at the age of 25, the youngest ever to earn that rank.

An impressive achievement, and everyone knew it.

The young man had everything his heart could ever desire…. And yet, he was arrogant, selfish and unkind.

And then he made a mistake.

On a mission to retrieve a valuable artefact, he broke the sacred tenets of the Order and left his fellow Assassins to face the Templars alone.

What happened next is a mystery.

Some say, that the young man was killed by the Grandmaster for his crimes against the Creed... other rumours suggest that the Grandmaster had the young man locked away in a tower until he learnt how to be a true assassin.

Only when he learnt this, could he join the order again.

This was only a rumour though.

Over time, less and less people believed in that rumour, and therefore, less and less people ventured near that tower. The years flew by, and soon, the incident, the young man and the tower were forgotten.

An Assassin locked in a tower for bad behaviour…. A ludicrous idea!

…

"Kadar!" Malik cried out, glaring in the direction of his younger brother's room, "Kadar! Up!"

"Yeah, yeah!"

Malik rolled his eyes, grabbing his books and heading out of the door. His brother was due to leave on a mission today, and if he wasn't up and ready by the time the leader of the mission arrived… well, heads would roll.

He and his brother lived in a small town, along with the rest of the Order. It was quiet… everyday was like the one before. Each Assassin family kept to themselves and they all followed pretty much the same schedule.

As usual, he bought a loaf of bread from the town baker and shoved it into his bag, ignoring the pitying stares he received for his missing arm.

It was always the same.

As he walked past the horses, another man soon caught his attention.

"Good morning Malik!"

"…. Good morning Brother Jamil." Malik frowned as the older man glanced around, his brow furrowed in thought, "Have you lost something?"

"Yes…. Not to worry though, I'll find it." Jamil frowned, "And where are you off to?"

"The library. I need to read up on some of the older fighting techniques."

"What good would it do? You won't be able to- " Jamil stopped in his tracks, a guilty look in his eyes as he realised how harsh that sounded.

Malik knew how the sentence was going to finish, and glared at the other assassin, before turning and storming away.

He knew what they all thought of him… poor Malik, isn't he odd? Why hasn't he just left yet? Why does he continue to try and fight?

Even the younger ones thought it.

Having a one-armed Assassin was about as unlikely as a female one… and everyone knew that.

He strode through the marketplace, listening to married men flirting with pretty store assistants, watching as women bartered over the price of eggs…. It was all so dull and boring.

It had been years since he was last allowed on a mission. Not since… well, here's where the details got a little fuzzy. He knew he had been on a mission when he'd lost his arm.

A mission that had gone terribly wrong.

But he couldn't remember who his partner was on that mission… and nobody else seemed to remember either.

Pushing the thought out of his mind, he turned his attention to the training master, who was observing a session between a couple of novices.

"Ah!" The master noticed him out of the corner of his eye, and wandered over, "And when can I expect to see you back in my lessons Malik?"

"I'm not sure the Grandmaster would approve."

The master waved his hand in dismissal, "Nonsense… I remember how good a fighter you were. I doubt having one arm has slowed you down. When you want to make that jump, you know where I am."

Malik nodded in thanks, and continued his journey, ignoring the whisperings and mutterings all around him. He knew people thought he was peculiar…. Odd… strange for not simply heading to a city outside of Masyaf and running an Assassin Bureau.

But a one-armed Assassin must be possible… all he would really need was something to attach onto his stub, that would help him climb, like the others.

As he was thinking over the options that he had, Malik was unaware of a conversation happening high above him.

…

"Look at him Abbas…" Al Mualim ordered, keeping his eyes on Malik down below, "… Isn't it sad? Malik was once one of the most skilled assassins we ever had in this Creed… he would have made Master, were it not for the incident."

"And now?"

"Now… now we must find another place for him." Al Mualim started to pace the balcony, "He knows too much for him to leave, but we can't keep him on as an assassin…. He needs to be bonded to one of our more influential members."

"…. Who?"

Al Mualim glanced over at Abbas and raised an eyebrow, prompting Abbas to frown. "Me? Why?"

"Because you are my second-in-command…" Al Mualim headed back into the tower, "… I have been planning this ever since the incident, and I expect you to follow through with it. Malik is far too important for him to simply disappear… and he certainly won't get any further in the Creed."

He turned to Abbas and frowned at the displeased scowl on the man's face. "I understand you may have had your eye on someone else… but this is an order… not a request."

"Of course, Grandmaster… as you wish."

….

Personally, Abbas couldn't see all the fuss about Malik. Yes, the man was attractive in his own little way, but it was nothing special…. But whatever the Grandmaster wanted, the Grandmaster got.

Slowly, he followed Malik through the crowded streets, watching as the disabled man made his way through the people with ease…. And ignored what everyone was saying about him.

Quickly, he raced forwards to catch up with Malik, announcing his presence before tapping Malik on the shoulder. "Good morning Brother Malik. A good selection of books you have there."

"Have you read them?"

Abbas winced… he was never much one for reading and Malik knew it. "Well…. Not those particular ones… I was wondering if I could join you for dinner tonight?"

Malik thought for a few moments, before shaking his head. "Sorry… not tonight."

"Busy?"

"…. No."

Without waiting for an answer, Malik strode away, leaving a stunned Abbas behind.

Well… that was interesting. The dignity and coolness in Malik's tone suddenly made him ten times more attractive.

This might be easier to deal with than Abbas initially thought.

…

Malik shuddered as he wandered back home, glancing around him to make sure that Abbas (or worse) hadn't followed him home. As he opened the door, he heard his brother's voice from the kitchen, singing the old lullaby that their Mother used to sing to them.

It had been so long since Malik had heard it, he'd almost forgotten what it sounded like.

"How does a moment last forever,

How can a story never die?

It is love we must hold onto,

Never easy, but we try.

Sometimes our happiness is captured,

Somehow, our time and place stand still.

Love lives on inside our hearts,

And always will."

When Kadar stopped, Malik spoke up behind him.

"I've forgotten what that sounded like."

Kadar barely flinched (barely), "I was hoping you'd be back soon. I need- "

Malik handed him the bread before he could finish the sentence.

"Great… and I also need- "

Malik handed him the eggs, causing Kadar to roll his eyes. "No, I- Actually, I do need those. I hate it when you do that."

As Kadar finished up with breakfast, Malik took a seat at the table and sighed. "Kadar... do you think I'm odd?"

"My brother? Odd?" Kadar smirked, "What gave you that idea?"

"It's hard not to hear what everyone is saying."

Hearing the depressed tone in Malik's voice, Kadar went to sit opposite him. "You're an Assassin with one arm, who's trying to prove himself… it's not surprising everyone's having trouble adjusting. But you can't give up…. You're going to be the first Assassin with one arm and everyone is going to know your name."

"You really think so?"

"I know so!" Kadar beamed, "My brother, the best Assassin that there ever was and ever will be! Malik the Fearless!"

Before Malik could say anything, there was a heavy-handed knock on the door, prompting Kadar to frantically shove the remains of his breakfast into his mouth. "That must be the Master…" he blurted out, going to grab his Assassin cloak, before beaming at Malik, "… want me to get you anything?"

"… No. I'm perfectly alright, thank you."

"You can ask for something one-time Malik… it wouldn't kill you, you know."

"Honestly Kadar, I'm fine."

Kadar beamed at his brother, before racing out of the door.

He would be back tomorrow… which meant that Malik had plenty of time to work on his Assassin training.