10 Song Drabble Meme

Pick a character, pairing, or fandom you like.

Turn on your music player and put it on random/shuffle.

Write a drabble related to each song that plays. You only have the time frame of the song to finish the drabble; you start when the song starts, and stop when it's over. No lingering afterwards!

Do ten of these, then post them.

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DMC: I cheated, and I did one longer drabble for each song, instead of just during the song and writing, I listened, wrote, listened again, added more, and repeat. However, I started out doing it right! Then I got into some good ideas that I liked and felt I wanted to add more to it! I only had one section of my music open, but none the less, it provided me with ten good songs for the fandom I am currently Rampaging through… ASSASSIN'S CREED! Anyway, this is a one shot done simply to get my spark to write back as I crank out another installment of WOTE.

I found this idea quite fun to do, and I might expand on a story or two as time goes on. Not sure yet, might just write a whole other story. We'll see.

Anyway, without further ado, Song Drabble Meme!

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Disclaimer: I do not own Assassin's Creed 1, 2, or Brotherhood. They belong to their respective owners, whom of which I bow down to for some of the most AMAZING games I have ever played. So please don't shoot me as I butcher their characters and make them all fluffy and cute with yaoi-ness. :D (I'll try to stay as on character as I can though)

Warning: This is slash! You know lemon, yaoi, Shounen ai, fluff, and all that Jazz or so which you call it, so don't get all mad at me when you come to find it is and you don't like it, I warned you ahead of time and if you don't like it you can leave. I gave you warning. So you don't like it to bad. Flames will go ignored and be deleted. They are a waste of my, and your, time. They are not helpful, and I do not care. Like I said, DON'T LIKE, DON'T READ! Also, there will be some language in here, so if you don't care for it, I'm sorry.

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Super Boy and the Invisible Girl –Next to Normal

Pairing: Shaun and Desmond

He is well known to have a firm gait, presenting himself always upright, sturdy and assertive. His deep brown eyes were always strong and firm, always looking forward and straight at the person he is talking to, whether they can see his eyes or not. Under the assassin's uniform the male had a wonderful physique. He was muscular, though not overly so that he was bulky by any means. They were simply, in the right place, letting all who saw know that he was strong, and well cared for. He was slender, tall, and handsome all in one package. Dark hair adorned his head, usually pulled back into a pony tail that rest at the nape of his neck, matching his dark eyes.

If guys could regularly be described as elegant, with a sturdy undertone, Ezio Auditore De Frenzie most defiantly would be. It's almost scary how powerful he could be when he tries, with the soft side to boot. It almost overshadowed his descendant, who did possess a remarkable resemblance to him. This caused for some great upset in the youth.

Every day Desmond found himself returning to consciousness after spending his time reliving all Ezio had done in the past, trying to find answers for his team. Every day Desmond found his team pouring themselves over the man, wanting to know all they could about him. Lucy would because she not only wanted to find the Piece of Eden, but because she found him handsome. Rebecca would because she needed to make sure all his memories were perfectly synced into the Animus. Even Shaun would, wanting to figure out more about history that he didn't already know, wanting to help the Assassins against the Templars, and to fill his desire to record everything into his mind that he could fathom.

So when Desmond found himself waking from the Animus to the whole group looking over a profile of Ezio with great interest, he couldn't help but feel… well… Invisible. Not only did people of Ezio's time fall over themselves about him, even in Desmond's time they did.

Jesus, without Desmond, they wouldn't know as much about the Assassin as they do now!

Letting out a sigh, he ran his hands through his short hair, pushing all the memories he had just previously relived from his mind. He needed to forget them and return to the real world. The world that would probably take Ezio over him any day.

Who wouldn't, after all? So many times the team nearly died having to pack up, move and save his sorry ass. If he were really Ezio, more than just in memory, but in body and soul, everything would be better. Sure, the bleed through effect did make him slightly like the other male, strong and capable, however, he still wasn't Ezio; and that's what they needed.

Pushing off the Animus, not caring to heed the warnings Lucy normally gave about taking his time to stand up from the long time he had been unconscious, he turned and stalked from the room, deciding it was best to get some fresh air, he couldn't be around the others right now.

Upon stepping out into the cool night air, he felt himself relax a bit. The cool night air caused his cheeks to twinge and flush slightly as he shifted about, adjusting his hoody to make sure he was warm. He would never hear the end of it if he got sick and couldn't lay in the animus for a while.

"He's like some sort of Superman," Desmond muttered softly as he stepped further out of the Villa, towards the edge of the cliff where the broken wall that he had done a leap of faith from, the moment they got there, to get them a path inside. "and I'm simply invisible past that. He's a hero, a lover, practically a fucking prince and I'm nothing more than the amateur with the memories." Sighing, he wondered how he let his thoughts ever get this angsty on him. He usually spent his life upbeat, used to just doing things quickly, dealing with crap that was thrown at him, and continuing to smile. After all, he had been a bartender, he had that happen to him a lot. Letting his mind drift, he wondered if it possibly came from the time when he realize that, under all the bickering and snappy comments that Shaun would send to him at all hours of the day and night when he was conscious, the red head was still desirable. That, even with all the hateful things the male said to him, Desmond found himself desiring the male. So when the other wouldn't bat an eye in his direction, but spent all hours of night pouring over everything that was Ezio and his time, he couldn't help but feel jealous and left out.

"So you are going to throw yourself over a cliff because a long since dead womanizer is getting more attention than you?" Came an accent filled voice from behind him, startling him as he had not been aware that anyone had followed him out, or even noticed his disappearance at all. Turning around to face Shaun, he felt his stomach do a flip flop as the male glared at him. "As much as you might be doing us a favor by killing yourself, please refrain from it till we are finished saving the world."

Feeling his already flushed cheeks grow warmer, Desmond tore his eye away from the historian and to the ground muttering "I wasn't going to jump."

Looking back up at him he raised an eyebrow "Why are you out here Shaun?" he asked suddenly, curious as to why he of all the co-workers, had come after him.

Rolling his eyes Shaun stuck his hands, that were growing steadily cold, into his pockets. "Looking for you asshole. People do worry when our most important guy disappears on us." He said with a sneer as Desmond sighed. What had he expected? Shaun would come rushing after him because he was worried about him, why he had taken off, and making sure he was okay. Genuinely concerned about the male, not simply doing his job.

"So why are you out here Desmond?" Shaun asked, his voice softening a bit. He had originally chased after him because they didn't need him dying on them and when he found him and saw the expression that adorned the male's normally cheerful face, he had felt a pang of pity. No, pity wasn't the right word for it… more of… compassion.

Desmond didn't speak for a moment as he gazed out over the cliff, away from the Brit behind him as he thought about how he could phrase everything he had been thinking without sounding like some stupid child. Not like Shaun saw him as anything but a stupid child.

"Ezio is like some god. He was perfect in practically every way, something that everyone wants to be, especially other assassins." Desmond began, obvious hesitancy tugging at his voice "doing this, living this way, as a descendant of him, I am forced into the animus every day, dealing with feeling all his pain, all the wounds and jumps and what not he does; reliving his memories for you guys… for the good of the world… It keeps him alive, even now."

Shaun raised an eyebrow at this as he kept silent, willing Desmond to go on, instead of butting in with comments about how Desmond was acting like some jealous child and should just shut up and get back inside. However, he felt all his thoughts, even his heart, stop when the assassin spoke again.

"Then there is me…"

"Desmo-" Shaun began but was quickly cut off as Desmond turned around to face him, his face expressionless and his eyes distant. Since when had he become so sad?

"Everyone wishes he were here. They need his memories for the Piece of Eden, and also, he is a much better assassin than I am, and it would be so much beneficial to everyone if he was here instead of me, so they wouldn't have to get into so much danger all the time. So you wouldn't have to be in so much danger all the time." He dared to venture to say before he continued "No one ever wishes I was there, and as much as it sounds stupid, like I'm some child, I can't help but feel jealous. I can't help but feel like I want to belong. And if I can't belong, then I just want to disappear from here, fly away from here so you all could go about your lives like nothing was wrong outside of your normal templar concerns."

He could feel his heart begin to race as he stared at the male before him, looking at him through his glasses like he was completely insane. He debated on wanting to say everything he felt. After all, what better time to confess than right now? It was completely insane, but he couldn't help it. Besides, Shaun would probably call him something harsh, tell him to grow up, and go back to work like nothing was wrong. So why not go for it?

"I mean, I see you, every day, pouring over the man who was my ancestor, wanting to know everything about him and, even if you may not want to know him in that sense, I still feel jealous." He could hear himself rambling, and how he knew Shaun hated that, but he couldn't help it. "You sit there at your computer, with this determined look on your face. The one where you never break eye contact with what you are looking at, even when your glasses slide down the bridge of your nose, and you bite at your lower lip, which I can't help but find completely adorable, and you just watch him; this god-like figure, move about his day. I want to pull you away, tell you to please look at me. Look at the invisible one behind you who has looked at you so much when I am not unconscious that I know everything about you, and you never even take a second glance at me. You only look at Ezio."

There.

He said it.

It was out in the open, well sort of, that he liked Shaun.

He watched as the historian before him start laughing and he could practically feel his heart break at the thought of he was doing something stupid and now Shaun was laughing at him for it. As Shaun ran a hand over his face, removing his glasses in the process, he sighed contently. "You are so stupid Miles." He said before returning the glasses to his face so he could look at the other male clearly. "You don't think people notice you?" he asked, his voice growing softer as he let his hand drop to his side, stepping forward as he did so.

"Don't notice that when you are Ezio and you perform a leap of faith, your face lights up, as if you are enjoying the feeling of flying through the air? Don't notice that when you get up from the animus, a tuft of your hair sticks out to the side until you do your usual run through with your hands? You think people don't notice that you rub your scar on your lip when you are bored, almost as if testing if it is still there? Desmond, you are thick. I notice this stuff." He muttered; his voice soft now as he stepped even closer to Desmond, who was looking at him with wide eyes.

"You are not invisible." He dared to let himself whisper before he gently grabbed Desmond's chin and press his lips to the male's soft, scarred ones.

All at once, it was like he was performing the leap of faith again, and Desmond felt himself light up; his heart glow.

He wasn't invisible after all.

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DMC: wow, that turned out much longer than I planned! None the less, I like it! Sure Desmond was a bit angsty and what not, but I thought it fit well with how much everyone is always like Ezio this and Ezio that. :) What do you guys think of it? Please review!

Off to post the second song now!

Ciao!