Hi! These is just some little drabbles for Assassin's Creed. This is my first time writing them so sorry if they are OOC. The first three drabbles are based off pictures that I found on dA (all by doubleleaf).

Also, most of these have hints and mentions of AltairxMalik so if you don't like that. Don't read. I own nothing.

Hello

Altair ran away from the guards and down the narrow alleyway. He had just assassinated a politician and had to get away quick or he would never hear the end of it from Malik. He made a sharp turn and sat down on a bench. He hid his face as the guards ran past.

"Hello," a quiet voice asked. Altair looked up at the person beside him and saw a boy.

"Hello," He smiled, hiding his bloodied blade the best he could. The boy smiled and went back to playing with the toy horse in his hands.

When he felt the cost was clear, Altair stood up and walked away from the bench and the boy. "Good-bye!" The boy called out and waved. Altair waved back and quickly scaled the wall and took off to give Malik the feather with the proof of his kill.

First Snow

Malik stood on the rooftop beside the bureau looking at the sky while bells sounded signalling that Altair had completed his job. The sky was covered in grey clouds and the wind whipped around him. He shivered and wrapped his coat around him tighter.

A small white flake suddenly floated by in his peripheral vision. He smiled as more started to come down faster and faster. "Malik," Altair started. Malik turned to see the assassin looking around in wonderment. "What is this?"

"If you would have studied harder, you would know that this is snow," Malik smirked. He saw the feather in Altair's hand. "You killed your target."

"Don't I always?" Altair replied. Malik scowled at the other.

"Get your ass in the bureau before you are spotted," He growled. Altair smiled and jumped to his destination. Malik looked back at the sky, "I'm sorry you never got to see this, Kadar."

Give Me a Grape

Altair and Malik sat on the rooftop of a building in Jerusalem looking out over the city: Malik studying the different people as they walked to their houses for the last time that day and Altair eating a bunch of grapes. The duo had decided to take things easy while they waited for the next distress call.

"Altair, give me have a grape," Malik sighed. He didn't get a reply so he glanced at the Master Assassin. Altair had a grape positioned between his lips. Malik blushed and pointed at the bundle. "I have an arm left to pick a grape by myself, thank you very much."

Altair raised an eyebrow and ate the grape. "Of course," He held the bundle out for Malik. The man grabbed the bunch and proceeded to push Altair off the roof into a pile of hay. Said assassin was dazed for a moment then jumped out of the hay and brushed the straw off his clothes. He glared up at Malik and saw he wasn't there.

Altair scaled the wall and looked for the other. He then heard the distinctive click of the lattice on the roof of the bureau locking. He climbed over to the locked entrance and glared at Malik. "Is this because of last night?" Altair asked.

"Maybe," Malik bit a grape off the bundle and smirked at his lover. "I would quickly find a place to stay for the night. The guards have been more alert lately."

Altair smiled at Malik and undid the lock. Malik choked on a grape then glared as Altair dropped down in front of him.

Hydrophobia

"Come on, Altair," Malik called out to the sixteen year-old behind him. "We don't want to be late for our lesson! Master has no problem with punishing us, remember?" Altair frowned at the memory of their last punishment and caught up with the older teen. They ran down toward the river where Al Mualim told them to meet him.

"What are we learning today?" Altair asked as he jogged beside Malik.

"It's a surprise," Malik smiled and clapped the other on the back. Altair gave a small smile.

The two teens stopped when they saw Al Mualim running towards them. "Is something wrong?" Malik asked.

"Problem needs attending to," Al Mualim stated. "Continue the lesson without me. Make sure he learns or he will regret it later." He continued up towards the village leaving the two assassins in training behind.

Malik gave a small salute and grabbed Altair's wrist and pulled him over to a shaded area beside the river. "Brother, is it necessary to train beside the river?" Altair asked as Malik started to remove his weapons. Altair followed his example and started to strip.

"Of course," He took his shirt off and hung it on the tree. Altair noticed two sets of spare clothing beneath the tree. "You can't learn to swim without water or with your clothes on. It just doesn't work."

"What?" Altair froze.

"You can't learn to swim without water," Malik pointed to the river. "Get in."

"I'd rather not," Altair immediately took a few steps back away from the water. Malik narrowed his eyes.

"This is a lesson you need to learn," He stepped toward the younger teen. "Also, this is a reward for your hard work. The other novices are in the training arena and library wasting away in the heat. You have the opportunity to cool down and take a break in the river."

"I would rather be training," Altair took another step backward. Malik rolled his eyes and grabbed his friend's wrist. Altair let out a small cry as Malik dragged him toward the water. "Malik! Stop! I don't want to get in the water! MALIK, STOP!" Altair yelled.

"Stop, being such a baby," Malik paused at the water's edge. "Just relax and do what your body tells you to do." He pushed the sixteen year old in the water. Altair hit the water and flailed violently for a moment before disappearing.

Malik waited a moment, thinking that the boy was joking. After fifteen seconds he realized Altair wasn't playing around and dived in after him. He pulled the other onto the riverbank and put a ear to his chest. He pushed on his chests a few times and then breathed into the younger teen's mouth. This happened two more times before Altair spit the water out of his lungs and sat up. "Altair, are you okay?" Malik asked patting his back.

Altair glared and coughed a few more times. "You bastard!" He choked out.

"You're okay," Malik smiled. Altair scooted away from his brother and the water and crossed his arms to glare at them both. "Guess Kadar was serious when he said you were afraid of water and couldn't swim."

A/N

Hehehehe... thanks for reading?