So.. This is going to be interesting. For us both. :p
Thank you for reading so far! (I'm an optimist)

Thanks to Alex for translating this from Norwegian to English!

Disclaimer: I do not own Assassin's Creed. Ubisoft does.

Chapter 1

"Kadar."

The wind played through the grass and the hair of the young gentleman. The smell of fresh flowers and fruit trees tickled his nostrils.

"Kadar."

A figure in bright silk clothes blocked the sun. Kadar squinted with his eyes and discovered his own brother standing before him. A smile adorned his beautiful face, one that could be considered superhuman, godlike, that's how beautiful his brother Malik was in Kadars eyes.

The light breeze tousled Maliks pitch black hair as he bent down against his younger brother. Kadar leaned against the hand that stroked gentle against his cheek. The warm, soft, skin made Kadar feel safe. He closed his eyes, a gesture that showed that he was truly confidential with his older brother. Another hand was laid on his chest. Kadar opens his eyes and discover his other brother, though not by blood but by love and friendship. Altaïr with his sparkling amber eyes and sandy born eyes. With the bright hand on the chest of the young man, Altaïr leaned down and shortened the distance between the two faces. In harmony and safety with Malik at his side, Kadar reached up from the grass to meet his soft lips. A slight hint of lavender surrounded the muscular, beautiful man.

"KADAR!"

A pillow was thrown at the direction of his body on the carpets. The boy jumped up with a wild expression in his eyes, a slight blush stretched across his cheeks.

Kadar looked down into the carpets to not meet Malik's glance, whom had thrown the pillow. Had he been moaning asleep?

He rubbed his face out of grief. These dreams never gave him peace. It got even more embarrassing when all three slept in the same room.

Malik was already dressed and on his way out the door, the lark as he was in contrast to his little brother. Altaïr tied his shoes with a sly smile.

"That sure sounded like a very comfortable dream."

A fire that could be tamed by no one burst out of Kadars face who reached for his pillow and threw it against the older one. Altaïr was prepared and dodged it with a large grin glued to his face.

Kadar buried his face in his hands and listened to the faint myriad of people in the building. Most of them was out of their bed judging by the sunlight. He must have slept longer than usual. A warm wind carried the scent of baked goods from his window.
The little town must also have waken up, Kadar thought to himself.

He was about to roll together the carpets as he discovered a hard problem between his legs. Even though there were no one in the room he tucked his 'problem' into a set of carpets in a heartbeat. Had his brothers seen it? Had he been moaning?

"I'm exaggerating" he whispered. He was a man, and men had fantasies and needs, and he was not the first person in this world to wake up with wood hard as rock in the morning.
He was still young and moist behind his ears, as Malik would have said.

But what if he said names? And what if he touched himself asleep at the same time?

Immediately he brought his hand towards his face to find out, he could sense nothing, so he came to the conclusion that he had not touch himself. This was a scenario that he would not want to repeat. Luckily he had awaken in time for them to buy into his lie when he stated that he had been fooling around and that he got them. However he was worried that they might not believe him the next time, if there will be a next time.

Throughout the day he went trough his casual physical workout. If he was to be a murderer of justice of the same strength as his older brothers, he had no time to waste. His body and soul was like hard rock, and he sculpted and adjusted all lines and thoughts with tools handed out by masters and mentors. He was still not as flexible, silent, and invisible as he needed to be for his future way of life. But he was far ahead of the others in his class, and that was probably due to good mentors like Altaïr and Malik. Where others were frightened by heights, he was already swaying through the air like a bird towards the ground. Where others brought themselves serious injuries by bad footing, Kadar was fast and light like a predator.

To more easily blend in with crowds of all different sorts, that be religion or language, it was just as important to practice knowledge and literature. There's been many late nights with his head buried in books, ending with his caring brother putting a blanket across his sleeping shoulders.

He accepted praise and flattering from the leading master AL-Mualim, who promised a coming rank-up for the assassins. Al-Mualim was strict, but fair. He was also very wise and highly considered. Kadar took his studying serious and did not let himself get distracted by the other students. Every day he got close to his target, every day he got close to succeeding, every day he turned more and more into the man he wanted to be; fair, strong willed, and determined. Therefore there was no room for weird dreams at night and disturbing daydreams that didn't belong anywhere.

"Watch where you put your legs Kadar!"

Kadar's arms failed to reestablish his balance on the high poles, there was already too much weight in the wrong place, and Kadar fell sideways into a ball of hey. Humiliated by his demise he got up and brushed away the most stingy bits of hey. Kader never used to be unfocused or clumsy, and a somewhat confused mentor asked if he was feeling well. A mumbling Kadar blamed lack of sleep and retreated away from the practice area to avoid any further questions. He climbed the tallest tower in Masyaf and sat down to skew the horizon. Few people ever went up here, so he was guaranteed to be alone. It was already far into the day, and his muscles were sore after hours of fencing, endurance training, and balance training. The remaining day he was going to spend with a meal and studying various books at the library. Though he suddenly started feeling lonely. As far back into the past as he could remember he had been training here behind Al-Mualims rule to secure a peaceful future without war. So much of his life had been used to earn knowledge and skill, so he could one day be as successful as his beloved brothers. Not everyone was suitable for securing the future of the country, but he was one of the chosen ones for the prestige filled armies of the assassins.

One day he was ready to do missions of his own. Missions that involved saving innocent lives from power hungry tyrants. If no one was there to maintain balance in the country, war would break out and civilians be lost. Only the assassins could do an adequate job, this was what they trained for from their early childhood. While pigeons flew into the horizon, his thoughts wandered on.

The rules of the order were strict, and must be maintained at all times.

Never put the brotherhood in jeopardy.

The wrong pair of ears must never hear information about the order; everything must be kept secret to not cause unbalance. Many people appreciated the effort of the assassins, but for some it was just a burden. These 'someone' would do anything to wipe out the brotherhood, so they could more easily gain power over the people and the country. Power-hungry people, they were the reason that made it so important never to tell anyone outside the order about who you were, and what you did, and who you served.

Living a life as a shadow of mystery didn't give room for human emotions like love, it could get dangerous.

But still Kadar sat there with a brewing storm of confusing emotions in his body. Who could he talk to, and still be taken seriously? His dreams at night gradually approached a border he did not want to cross. Could he tell Malik, who usually understood all his problems? His cheeks flushed red at the pictures that he just could not get out of his mind.

This was something completely different, first of all; Kadar was a man. And for a man to think this way about another man was just not acceptable.

"Are you ok?"

Kadar jumped at the sudden presence of his older brother. Malik sat down with a deep sigh of exhaustion. Judging by the smell he's been training for a long time. Kadar nodded without looking him in the eyes. At once he wish he were one of those pigeons over there, far away from here. Malik's roaming eyes burned across his skin, he knew it was impossible for him to hide something for Malik. He started with the basics, and left out any definite details. He just talked about the feelings in his body, strange dreams at night, and inability to concentrate. Of course Malik concluded it very quickly with love. He was always so well educated in such subjects. Even to his older brother and best friend, Kadar did not want to tell him anything more than necessary. It was enough that Malik thought whatever he wanted to for now. Kadar did not receive any obnoxious commentaries or mocking, like he could usually expect from Altaïr if he ever got to know something like this. Malik kept Kadar company while the sun started descending on the sky.

"Its completely natural to have feelings, brother. It's just a sign you're human. No one will look any different on you regardless of you being in love or not. One time in the future it will be necessary to think seriously about these kind of things to keep the Order going anyways".

It was always so calming that Malik understood and was willing to tell him this and give examples. But this time the words were more of a burden. There was no way he could forward his genes with two people of the same sex.

Malik noticed Kadar's sad eyes and knew that part of the truth was being kept for him. When the time was right Kadar would tell him, until such a time he would not force the boy he kept so close to his heart.

He coughed as a smile appeared on his mouth.

"And no one is saying the people of the Brotherhood is forbidden human contact, as long as you know what you're getting yourself into, and take precautions. I know I probably shouldn't say this but..."

Kadar looked curiously up at his brother. He never used to spread lies or rumors, so this was definitely a new side to the innocent, honest man he looked up to.

"You know who I'm talking about when I say Naji?"

Kadar bit down on his lip and started thinking, a habit of his many people remarked as "charming and cute". Naji was the same age as Altaïr but had a lower rank. Kadar didn't know much about Naji since he was rarely to be seen in the food court, the library, or with the assassins practicing in the front yard. His older brother continued telling about Najis needs to 'act out'. It started as pesky actions in the gloom and darkness of night with house pets belonging to a nearby family. Repeatedly he had been caught in action by one of the daughters, and she had broken out in rage about that "If he couldn't get any better he should just take her".

Malik chuckled at the unbelievably story. The most absurd thing was that Malik was telling it.
"It was going to be secret, but everybody knows anyways. But don't tell anyone I've told you." He smiled with his teeth and his eyes sparkled towards Kadar, who could not do anything but laugh. So this was the reason Naji kept disappearing all the time.

It approached the time for filling up their stomach and read through books practicing writing and language, so they walked together down from the tower. However before they went for the food, they took a detour down to the river to wash off all the work from earlier today. More people had thought the same thing. Men and boys at every age, side by side, naked as the day they had been born. Unbelievably enough Kadar was feeling embarrassed. Frustrated about his impossible feelings from time to time, he chose to ignore it as best as he could, he threw off his armor and clothes, jumped into the water. It felt so good, and he swam as far as he could under water. His body cooled down, and without the sight of naked, well trained bodies under the surface everything felt much more under control. His lungs started screaming for air, and he rose up towards the surface and gasped for air. He did not manage to break his length record under water, but it had helped a lot in flushing away his red cheeks and thoughts for now. He was about to swim to shore when he discovered Malik talking to someone by the beach. He recognized Altaïr as he raised his hand and waved at Kadar. Both Malik and the golden eagle waved him in towards the shore as if they had something to tell him. But Kadar would rather duck underwater and never come up again. He took some hard strokes into the water and cooled down his red cheeks. He tried to seem untouched while he put on his clothes and asked what's up.

"Altaïr's got a wacky idea which I'm attempting to stave him off!"
Malik stands with his arms crossed across his chests with a serious face, but Kadar could see his merry smile at the corner of his lips.

"We can practice going back and forth without being seen, it will be pure joy to finally use our skills to do something fun together for once."

Kadar looked like just one big question mark and shifted his stare from brother to brother.
Turned out that he was not going to get his curiosity solved before after the meal, and hours of practicing Latin prayers. It was far into the evening and the sun had went down long time ago and left a cold blanket of moonlight across the scenery. They retreated to their chamber, Altaïr still lit up and Malik skeptical. As the other students at the castle had gone to wherever they needed to be and calmness dominated the building, Malik whispers to his younger brother.

"He wants to steal…"

"I didn't say steal, I said trade!"

"…A carafe of wine from the basket-maker a few blocks away."

Malik rolled his eyes, but could not hide the fact that he found the idea entertaining. Kadar stared in disbelief at his mentor who seemed to have lost his mind.

You still there? Wonderful!

Please, tell me what you think! I have 5 more chapters so far,
if my dear translator Alex wakes up from the dead after this one.
(Sorry Alex for all the crappy Norwegian words! :p)

A big thank you for all of you so far!