My first Altaïr/Malik Fanfic, please do not flame, I really tried my best. ;_; hope you guys will enjoy it.

I do not own AC. There will be episodes of OOC, OC, slash, lemon and flashbacks in future chapters. Now you have been warned :) Don't like it? don't read it.

The Past, part 1

He had long gone and ignored him. Avoided seeing him in his eyes, tried to sneak around him while both were at the castle, always mate with others during training and tried to find excuses for not being in the same room with him and deliberately ignored him. One morning however, it became too much for the man and he decided to demand the reason why the other ignored him. He stood up, took his clothes and committed himself toward breakfast only to see a glimpse of today's protagonist. The man who had long ignored him, avoided him, banished him to the dark ... Altaïr. It was his name. It echoed in the corridors because all whispered his name, however, the main character ignored and took a firm step towards the master's place of the castle.

Suddenly he heard some call him. "Brother! You stand and daydreaming in the hallway. "

"What are you all whispering about Kadar?" he asked.

"Have you not heard yet Malik? Altaïr gets the ninth rank." started his brother to say. "He will now also become the youngest ever to receive it. He is going up to Al Mualim to receive it, but I must continue, I will catch you later." The man ended and ran down the hall.

Malik stood wordless back, confused. Altaïr had achieved the rank 9? It explained why he had been busy, but not why he had ignored him. The rest of the day went about trying to find Altaïr, but Malik had to realize that it was an impossible task. As the evening and darkness had begun to fall, he began gradually to give up, his whole day had ended in an endless game, but he would find Altaïr. Suddenly he looked up and saw the moon. He shook his head, even more despondent than when he started, he suddenly saw a figure from the top tower. Away up on a plank sat a familiar figure and Malik began to run towards the tower, up the ladders, through the arms chamber and stopped at the planks probationary start. Breath he looked at the figure white back, until it dawned on him that Altaïr had not discovered his presence.

"Altaïr?"

The man turned his head and looked shocked back over his shoulder, staring at Malik he looked as if he had seen himself death, which suddenly had crept on him, although he had discovered it.

"Malik ...?" he sighed and stood up. He tried to go past the second, but Malik grabbed his clothes and pulled his face all the way into his.

"Why do you ignore me, Altaïr?"

"Ignore?"

"Do not play dumb. You have not even looked at me for several weeks, and not spoken to me at least as long. What have I done you? "

"I do not know what you're talking about." Altaïr said, lipped and grabbed Malik's arm to break loose and pushed gently Malik back toward weapons chamber.

"Why play dumb? You know very well what I'm talking about ...!" More Malik did not say before he tumbled into a rack of spears. With them topple over him, he protected himself by raising his arms above his head, but he could not feel anything against him. He looked up and saw that Altaïr had protected him. His whole face was tight-lipped, the feeling of pain from shafts in could be clearly seen. As all shafts had fallen down, Altaïr lowered his body down over Malik who sat on the floor. Altaïr embraced his friend, rested his head on Malik's shoulder and whispered: "You wish know why I ignore you? You make me crazy ... I love you more than I can bear, but I also hate you even more than I can bear ... Therefore, I must stay away from you ... Before I do something really stupid. "

"Something stupid ..? What could it be?" Asked Malik confused. Altaïr's face came into view, he quickly caught Malik's eyes and leaned closer to his friend than he had ever been before. He gently touched the others lips with his own, in a little kiss which seemed like a full minute, but which only lasted a brief second.

"There .. Now you know." Whispered Altaïr, stood up and turned the body. He wanted to flee, but Malik grabbed his arm and pulled himself up.

"You can not just go! Was that really why you have ignored me? Altaïr, answer me." Malik placed his hand on Altaïr's shoulder and turned the man, only to remove his cap in anger and see the tears fall down the others cheeks.

"Altaïr ...?" Malik could feel his anger away, he took a step back and observed Altaïr's tears, while the other stood quite still and with the greatest desire to run away. Malik gave shortly after his arms forward and took Altaïr's hands in his, looked down on them.

"So you've ignored me .. why? "

Altaïr looked up, an indescribable anger spread in his eyes and he took his hands to himself. He wiped his eyes and walked toward the ladder, but before he went down he said coldly: "Do not come near me Malik." And with those words disappeared Altaïr down the ladder, while Malik was left alone without understanding why. The next day Malik tried again to find Altaïr. It also succeeded temporarily in it he saw his goal rose up on a horse heading for a nearby village.

"Master Malik," a man called from the end of the corridor. Malik turned confused toward him. "The village to the north is under attack."

"Under attack?"

"Yes, but you must stay here and defend the castle if the enemy comes here. The other assassins are going now. "

The next several hours became days and days to weeks without words from the front. Since half of the castle's assassins were at the front, the rest gathered in the castle, in case of attack they would otherwise be too vulnerable. At night Malik caught himself from going into Altaïr's room, to make him examine why he suddenly had become so remote. One night he found what he sought, in a small box under the others chair, lay many small notes, which when put together became a note. A puzzle without all, in the note stood Altaïr's thoughts and fantasies about Malik, how he had long known about his feelings towards the man, but avoided them because they were against the rules. Malik could feel the blood turn away from his face when he read about a dream the other had. In the dream, they were naked together, the most natural in the world, without distinguishing whether they were of the same sex, or had the same faith. He read words that cut him deep into his soul when Altaïr, as a footnote had written.

'But there is a reason for this was a dream, it represents my heart, my feelings, but like all dreams, I share them with no one. I understand that I can not possibly get what I desire, but I must at least ignore him. It must be able to make it easier to go knowing that he did not exist, does not exist. Some days I want him dead because he does now know how crazy he makes me. Heart ... Soul ... Let me now have peace. "

C&R are always welcome. I do not know how often I will publish, but at least one each week, and maybe more if people wants it.