I just love messing with Malik :P This is also my first AC fanfic, so reviews would be great, if it's advice or comments, anything!
Disclaimer: I am a disclaimer of the amazing AC game series and its characters, and it totally sucks...
"Malik," The Dai sighed as he glanced at the assassin from his map.
"I'm busy," he mumbled, attempting to seem deep in thought as he added the recently built Muslim church to his map. It only took so many times making maps of Jerusalem to bother him so easily, but it seemed that the city had not finished adding buildings yet. So here he was… map seven.
"I know, but I have come for the feather to begin my mission," Altair managed before receiving a very annoyed stare from Malik.
"Be out with the hopefully useful information you have gathered, and I will decide whether or not you are ready to begin," he replied coldly. He did not want to listen to him, hear his voice, acknowledge his presence, but the master who not be at all pleased if his favorite student died on a simple mission.
"-that is when I shall strike," he finished, studying the Dai momentarily.
"Your plan seems solid enough, I give you leave to go," Malik stated, placing the feather onto the tabletop. As Altair took it silently, Malik returned to his map, etching in the corner of the church.
"Oh, Malik!" Altair called out, leaning his head cautiously around the corner of the bureau.
"You are wasting my time Altair!" Malik raised his voice, eager for the other to leave. Altair grinned deviously.
"They tore down the new church." Malik's face turned an almost impossible shade of red as Altair ran for the exit.
"NOVICE!"