First Slash fiction! YAY~~~ I don't own Ubisoft or Assassin's Creed or the New "DLC" would be full of rescue slashy goodness.
The trees seemed to pass by quicker for Desmond when good things were happening. In this case he finally caught a bus out of no-where and was booming towards the unknown that his parents seemed to be allergic to. Sure, on the "farm" he didn't have to sit beside an obviously overweight and sweaty sixty year old man, but hey, that strange sweaty smell could very well be the smell of freedom. And he'd be stuck with the smell of freedom lingering on his hoodie for days after the six hour ride to Nevada.
Had the ride been any longer he would have gone insane, the sweaty man kept moving in and out of his seat (thus making the smell more pungent). Luckily when Desmond had left the bus on the last stop Ezio was already waiting for him with a spaced out and bored expression. "Desmond! Nice for you to finally get here! " Desmond rolled his eyes, he texted him when he would arrive. And he was only…. Two hours late. Desmond stopped talking to himself in his head when an angry French man yelled, "LACHE LA PORTE, LE BEIGNE!". Ezio yanked on his arm and ushered Desmond to his car.
It wasn't long until they arrived at Altair's place. It was small and uncomfortable, three bedrooms, a kitchen, living room and a single bathroom (Disaster already). There were already four people living in it and now five with Desmond. The smell of lavender incense and newly vacuumed carpet assaulted Desmond's senses. "I thought you said this place was a dump…" Ezio looked around, "It is, but it's just being disguised. Malik says first impressions are everything. The carpet will slowly turn brown and stained when you're novelty wears out." Desmond dropped his bag on the beige sofa in the living room as Ezio puttered off to find Malik or Altair to inform them of their new "guest" (Until he gets on his feet). Bored from walking about, though there isn't much space to look for them in, Ezio began shouting "MALIK, ALTAIR! DESMOND'S HERE!" Then soon regretted it when Maria's head popped out of Altair's room and sent Ezio a sharp glare and slammed the door. Ezio swore she hissed at him. "I swear there is something wrong with that puttana. Always angry and doesn't like my natural charm." Well enough Malik came out of his room and made a sneer at Altair's door. "Leave them be, Maria came right after you left and somehow got in to his room. She'll try to bite off your head if you keep bothering her." Desmond was sitting on the sofa, stiffly and uncomfortably as he felt Malik's eyes judging him. (As Malik did so unabashed) When Malik figured Desmond was up to par he awkwardly broke the silence with "I share a room with Kadar and Altair occasionally shares a room with our… Unwelcome guest. So you will have to share with Ezio." Ezio gave him a sly smile and a wink, "Si, and you may occasionally have to make friends with the sofa when I bring over my own guests." Suddenly a very angry Maria Thorpe stormed out of Altair's room cheeks red and cursing up a storm, her appearance like a angered cat. She grabbed her purse, turned to glare at everyone and slammed the door. Malik sighed. "That was our unwelcome guest and Altair's unfortunate girlfriend." Maria's curses were still audible even with the door closed, and Altair's tell-tale groans of displease signaled the beginning of a migraine. As the (angry) woman's shrill cries faded Malik moved to pick up the rubble of a Maria rampage, the fallen incense, the odd tilted picture frames of Ezio's family he hung about and the inconspicuously thrown orange in the middle of the hall, which will now never be eaten. Ezio patted Desmond on the back. "Don't worry you'll get used to it."
Ezio showed Desmond around starting with Ezio's favourite room, his room. The glories of the Italian man's room with the odd, poorly hidden erotica magazine stuffed in furniture, unused books that may have lain on the hardwood for years and the two beds with pre-wrinkled sheets with unfolded blankets on top. There was a small beside table with an abused alarm clock, some places to shove clothing and many photos of his family. Ezio beamed in pride. No man could ever convince him is room was anything less of paradise. "So… Which bed is mine?" Desmond walked right in the middle of the room and gingerly plucked up a magazine. "Pick either, but I'd change the sheets if I were you though." Ezio threw another knowing look. "But enough of that! There are things you should know about this place. Though there aren't really any "rules" there are things you definitely want to avoid. A good example would be Maria." The two walked out of the room and into the kitchen. "Now you'll know when Maria is coming over maybe a week in advance cause Altair gets very fun to annoy. And things will start popping up in the kitchen. One day the fridge is full of decent food then suddenly there's a twenty four pack of fat free yogurt and an apple." Ezio shoved his head into a cupboard looking for snacks. "If Altair gets so irritable with Maria, why in the world would he date her?" Desmond handed Ezio one of those silly one hundred calorie bags of cookies. "Hmm, I've been wondering that myself. I would say pure stubbornness. If not bravery." Ezio tore into the bag and resumed his explanation. "Well just don't get in their way, sometimes any of us, Malik, Altair or I could be gone for an undisclosed amount of time and you'll have to make sure everything here is sane. You know don't open the door to strangers or Maria, make sure Kadar isn't getting into anything Malik wouldn't like and keep the kitchen clean." Desmond nodded and spaced out. He already hated Maria and never wanted to see her again, but he seriously doubted that Altair would ever get rid of the woman. Not if he had some sort of pride in the way. He could already sense the impending lectures and bruises he would get from breaking these unspoken rules. At the very least Desmond could avoid this most of the time at university. Though he'd occasionally bump into Ezio or Mailk he wouldn't ever have to meet Maria. Hopefully.
A/N THING
~Ok I know it's a bit slow for now but bear with me I have plans. AND I know everyone seems pretty straight right now, but it is a slashy fic so pairing prefs? More characters will be involved tell me what you think! Oh, the story isn't really in anyone's particular point of view. But Desmond is just convenient at times. "Lache la porte, le beinge" = "Let go of the door you doughnut!" Till later or whenever Valitiel!~ Oh, PS. I am Canadian so I like the "u". Review or something so I know to continue.