The Mentor and His Blossom: An Assassin's Creed and Disney's Mulan Crossover.
Disclaimer: I own nothing to do with either francises.
Chapter One
Gae Ki sprinted along the alleyway, which was in the Imperial City.
A mercenary, as hardened as the best of them, he was terrified.
He was running from the Assassin, who was after him because he had double-crossed the Emperor one too many times.
He screeched to a halt as a crimson hooded figure dropped at his feet, seemingly out of nowhere.
"It is pointless to run, or to resist." The figure said calmly, not showing any exertion despite the blocks-long chase Gae, a tall, skinny, pinch-faced man had led him on.
"Why can't you leave me alone?" Gae Ki snarled, backing away from the haunting figure. Although a tough mercenary, he was a coward at heart, and cowards never liked battles that didn't heavily favor them.
The phantom tilted his head to one side. "You know the answer to that question. The Emperor has been lenient with you enough times that you seem to think that you were free to do as you pleased. But it is I, not you, or even the Emperor, who is in charge of the streets. I work in the dark to serve the light. I am an Assasin." I finished, as Gae Ki backed himself into the alley wall.
"Please don't kill me!" My target whimpered, and I sighed. "You stand at death's door, and your life is over. Die like a man, at least. The less you carry on, the quicker you will greet death."
Before I finished the sentence, he drew a long knife, and I sidestepped to avoid his stab, my own Hidden Blade cutting his throat as he passed by.
I looked down at the dying man, and decided to paraphrase a few verses from the Book of Genesis for the occasion, despite the fact that I didn't believe any of those ridiculous legends. "Cursed be the ground, for your sake. Both thorns and thistles they have brought forth for you. For out of the dust you were taken, for the dust that you are, and to the dust you shall now return." I finished, as I mercifully ended his life with a final stab through the heart.
"Go forward, my friend, and I shall join you eventually in the afterlife. Requiescat in Pace." I finished, closing his dark eyes with my fingers.
Straightening, I winced, fingering my face, which had been nicked earlier by his blade. It was a small slice along my left cheek, shallow but noticable, leaking some blood.
Mulan was going to kill me.
It had been two weeks since we, no, Mulan had saved China from destruction, and she was still not over how close I had come to dying twice in a single day.
As I thought it over in my head as I departed the Imperial City, stashing a pouch of gold coins into my satchel, I knew that Mulan was not destined to be an Assassin.
In order to be an Assassin, one had to remain calm and cold in the face of death, at least, that was what I held to be true.
Mulan was neither cold nor calm. She was loving and noble, never failing to help those that she cared about, even to the point of recklessness.
She was a warrior that was dedicated to her family, and what was I?
Before Mulan came into my life, I had been little more than a lone wolf, a mercenary.
I had buried my emotions into my duties, but Mulan had reversed the process.
I was no longer the cold killer I had been only a short time ago, even though not even a year having passed since then.
I had a family now, and a woman whom I would gladly die for. However, I still loved the thrill of the chase, and did not regret my most recent kill.
Did that mean that I enjoyed taking lives?
That troubling question followed me back to the village where my new family resided.
As I approached the village, I heard war-like shouts and screams rise from a nearby pasture, and I galloped my horse over to the spot.
A smile bloomed across my face as I realized that Mulan was there, training the local girls how to be warriors.
Why was I not surprised?
All the girls idolized Mulan, as well they should, considering everything that she had done for China, even in the face of ridicule and tradition.
She handled their idol worship with the grace and humility that I hadn't trained into her, both qualities seeming to come naturally to my beloved.
My pride in her grew with each day, as did my love for her.
I dismounted, and approached the group of girls, who squealed at the sight of me.
Mulan took a special pleasure in teasing me by saying that every girl in the village had a crush on me, despite the fact that they knew Mulan and I were more or less engaged.
"Mentor Rose!" cried one of the bolder ones, a sweet little girl named May of about eight years old, running towards me.
Mulan watched her beloved teacher as he smiled, bent down, and allowed the girl to embrace him, his eyes dancing with gentle mirth.
"Hello, little warriors," He greeted the rest of the girls, hoisting May onto my shoulders.
Mulan almost melted at the sight of him smiling at the girls, and she knew that he would make a great father.
Wait a minute. His left cheek was covered with a thin cloth bandage.
Another injury! She sighed, and told the girls to head back home.
At their groans, I artfully distracted them by promising to give them all a kiss on the cheek as they left.
After the girls were gone, Mulan pulled my head down for her own kiss, this one deep and hungry.
"You do know that they'll expect you to do that every time you see them, right?" She asked a few minutes later, breathing heavily while rearranging her clothes and hair.
I chuckled. "Worry not, my love. You are the only one for me. Besides, I've made much bigger sacrifices." I meant that jocularly, but Mulan frowned at me.
"Like having the tendency for accumulating scars?"
I sighed. "That is an unfortunate part of the job, beloved. I cannot promise you that I will not feel the bite of steel, but I try not to."
Mulan nodded. "I know how hard you try, darling."
I sighed. "Now, let's get on to more pleasant conversation."
She snapped her fingers, surprised she had forgotten. Then again, Alaric's kisses made her forget everything, at times her own name.
"Another Assassin arrived yesterday, saying he needed to speak to you."
She led me back to the house, and into the dining room. I stopped short, shocked to see Arthur Rose sitting across from the three Fa's.
My uncle smiled up at me through his mop of curly raven hair.
"How now, Nephew. It has been too long!" He said, his voice was as deep and warm as always.
"Uncle Mentor?" I asked, not quite believing my eyes.
Uncle Arthur embraced me in his customary bear-hug. "I retired as Mentor, and decided to come help you, and your new family."
The bear-like man, tall and muscled, his sea-blue eyes twinkling merrily, gave Mulan a flirtatious wink.
"She is quite the beauty. I made the mistake of trying to sneak into her house to look for you, and she gave me the fight of my life."
Mulan smiled smugly. "I could say the same for you."
Arthur chuckled, as I grinned proudly. "That's my woman, all right. What made you decide to come to China?"
Arthur's jovial air faded somewhat, and he sighed. "You might want to sit down, as this story is many years in the making."