Safety and Peace, Altair
Disclaimer: If I owned Assassins Creed, well, it wouldn't be as good as it is.
You've read the first, but why did Malik despise Altair so? Even before the stump that was his arm… here, is the drama filled, teary eyed and sad story…
Jokes, it's all humor and totally non-canon!
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The master assassin, all around badass and total epic win made flesh that was named Altair Ibn-La'Ahad of the order of assassins that followed an epic creed for good and all that nice stuff that lets them kill people with clear conscience.
Anyway! The assassin landed in the bureau of the assassins in Jerusalem and was now looking to rest before he went out and earned his bread and butter. Entering the office of the rafiq Altair spoke to the most annoying, yet most loved, rafiq in all the city.
Malik A-Sayf, sarcastic and by far the most infuriating man that God had ever bothered to create.
So annoying Altair had half a mind to find his father, kick him in the groin so hard that he wouldn't birth another piece of sh-
"Are you going to just there and look dumb all day?" Malik's voice brought the master assassin out of his thoughts, but before he could reply with a retort Malik added. "Oh wait… you do all the time, ah well, whatever gets you out of here faster I suppose."
Altair decided to ask this question since so many weeks ago. "Malik, why do you despise me so?"
"…" Malik stared at Altair. "I'm sorry, the stump that was my arm just told me to ask you did you really just ask that?"
"No, you seemed to despise me even before the loss of your arm, what have I done?"
Malik sighed loudly and shook his head. "Altair, take a seat, I shall tell you a story of how I came to hate you more than then Robert hates the color white."
Altair approached the desk and leaned on it to listen.
"It happened when we were both novices and just beginning our training for the order…"
Several years ago…
"Today, my students you will all be taught the essential skills needed to kill, sneak and uphold the brotherhood when you are older!" A much younger Al'Mualim stated to young crowd of twelve year olds. "And oh so obedient…" he added in a small whisper, followed by a foreboding evil laugh that echoed throughout Masyaf.
The rest of the kids didn't matter, the ones who did matter were the young Altair and Malik! Both stood beside each other and wore little cute assassins training robes, like… chibi versions of themselves. Anyway…
"Now! Altair, get up here and show the rest of these normal people how someone born with skill, talent and an ego so huge it dwarfes the sun fights!"
Altair stepped forward and drew his training blade, stepping into the ring.
"Now, Malik, you shall be Altair's training dummy!" Al'Mualim announced.
"Don't… you mean training partner?" Malik asked, his voice cracking slightly as he stared at the intimidating Altair, standing like a boss… I mean pro.
"Partner would mean you two are equal, aside from age Altair is about to teach the meaning of being a boss."
Malik hesitantly stepped into the ring and drew his own training blade and held it not like a boss… pro. "Take it easy on me?" he asked softly.
Altair's lips twisted into an arrogant grin full of malice. "Of course…I'll even give you first strike."
Malik of course, being the innocent unboss child he was, took the grin of malice for one of truth and kindness. Raising his sword over his head and ran at Altair to strike, when he was within arms reach and the sword slowly fell.
Altair's hand moved in a blur and his fist connected with Malik's face.
Said novice fell back onto the group after his feet lifted an inch off the ground and there was various 'Ouch's from the crowd of student around them, even some of the older assassins gripped their noses at the strike.
Malik layed on the ground in a daze, too much in pain to even feel said pain. and slowl the blurry figure of Al'mualim stepped into view and shook his head. "Malik, you just got decked in a single punch... how do you feel?"
"I can't feel anything..."
"That's normal, the pain will come back if you don't correct your nose before the numbness and shock wears off..."
"What about Altair?"
"What about him? he's over there..." they both turned to see Altair stepping out of the ring and giving Malik another grin of malice then his hand travelled to his throat and he slid his thumb over it in a cut throat gesture. "Hmm... I do not envy you."
Present!
"So… you're angry because of what I did when we were twelve?" Altair asked, brow raising. "That hardly seems fair…"
"Yeah, like breaking my nose? That was real fair…" Malik retorted bitterly.
Altair rolled his eyes. "One act does not give you reason to despise m-"
"I'm not done, that was just the one that stood out to me at the moment, it gets better…" Malik gestured to a cushion in the corner. "Pull up a cushion, this will be awhile while he explore the depths of my hatred for you."
Altair sighed loudly.
End!
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