Disclaimer: I don't own AC or any characters.

A/N: I have charged the characters just a bit in terms of personality to fit the story but otherwise I will try to keep them close to the original as possible.

Ages: Altair/Malik :25, Ezio :17.

Any and all mistakes are purely mine. Enjoy!

Altair gritted his teeth and clenched his fists but other than those signs. His anger was completely concealed. He took a deep breath and released the tension in his shoulders.

"Is that what you want, Master?" He asked, keeping his eyes on the Grand Master Assassin in front of him. Reminding himself that before him was the Master of the Brotherhood and he couldn't exactly kill the man because he disagreed.

"Yes Altair, you have reached the top rank, below myself, it is the perfect time to train a novice." Giovanni Auditore said with a big, proud grin. Much like a father would do a son and Altair felt his anger lessen if only a little. The man had been like an actual father to him.

Giovanni walked around his desk covered in paper work, and stood before the younger Assassin. His expression softened. "Altair, the novice I ask you to train is very special to me. My younger son, Ezio, just turned 17 and is ready to start training."

Altair eyes widened and he tensed again, any ease he felt had been shattered.

"Master, if it is your son. Why not, Federico, your eldest son train him?" Altair asked, honestly confused. He had seen the two Auditore boys running around the city. Ezio would follow Federico nearly everywhere. From what he had seen, Ezio was already well trained in free running.

Giovanni sighed and rubbed his brow tiredly. He leaned against the large desk.

"Federico and Ezio are too close." The older man chuckled. "I fear Federico would go too easy on him and that mistake could cost Ezio his life." Giovanni shook his head and smiled at Altair. "No, it is better for him to be trained under someone he cannot easily sway." He stood and fixed Altair with a stare made of steel.

Altair felt trapped.

"Can you complete this mission successfully, Altair?" He asked with a stern voice. One like he was scolding a child and not trusting the life of his son to a trained killer.

Altair knew he should feel honored to be even considered for this mission. Still doubts raised in his mind, he had never been good with working with others. He had never taken on a novice. It seemed only weeks ago he still was under his own trainer.

"I will not fail you Master."

Giovanni smiled in relief and he seemed to sag, the tension leaving his body while Altair remained as stiff as a board. "Good." He patted Altair on the shoulder before returning to his desk.

"Arrive at my villa tomorrow morning. I will have told Ezio by then, he would have finished throwing a temper tantrum," Giovanni laughed to himself and Altair's lips twitched into a tiny smile at the sound.

"And I will have him waiting for you." Giovanni picked up his quill, about to start writing something but he pointed the thing at Altair.

"Altair, do not go easy on him. My son is very good as swaying people. Also for the love of God, keep him away from the ladies."

Altair returned to the rooftops. This was the place he liked most. Looking over the city of Firenze as the setting sun covered it. He was as close as he would get to his home in Masyaf. He, along with a select group, had been brought overseas to this place some years ago when he was just a novice. Altair hadn't mind, his own family had died long ago. Firenze was the only city he remembered now.

He sat down on an eagle's perch on top of a church. Looking down at the people below, it was loud and bright and smelled. It was so different from his home. It was times like this when the Assassin missed Masyaf. He sighed and lowered his hood. He still wore the simple robes from his home's Brotherhood. Unlike the Assassins in this area, all decorated and flashy yet it was him that stood out.

The fact that continued to baffle Altair.

He ran a hand through his shaggy hair. Realizing it would be have to be cut soon, less he started to grow it long like the Assassins here. Altair snorted, like he would ever do such a thing.

An eagle cawed and Altair looked up as it circled him. He pulled his hood back up, standing at the edge and felt adrenaline rush through his system for a split second. Before he dropped and fell through the air. He flipped and landed silently in a perfectly place haystack.

He jumped out and blended into the crowd around. Occasionally pickpocketing a passer byer, he made his way to the base without attracting attention of the guards. A building just outside the city limits, it had seen better days but it held for what the Assassins needed for.

When Altair entered, he lowered his hood and searched the area that resembled a Bureau. He entered silently but that didn't mean the person inside didn't know he was there.

"What did the Master want, novice?" Altair allowed the insulting title to slide over his head for he knew his friend didn't mean it. He leaned against the counter.

"The Master is giving me a novice to train."He stated with a mix of nerves and anger went through him at the idea.

His friend, Malik, leaned on his one hand on the counter. He had lost the arm some years back, along with his younger brother. Altair hadn't been on that mission. He had been deemed too arrogant and irrational to be in control of anyone. That idea had stuck with him all these years and fear raced through him, the idea of somehow messing up and risking his new apprentice's life.

"You?" Malik joked and scoffed. "In charge of someone else? The poor bastard, who is he?" Malik asked.

"The Master's second son Ezio." Altair mumbled and Malik slammed his hand on the counter, scaring the other Assassin.

"Are you joking? The Master's son! Mind you, his youngest will not be able to become an Assassin. This one is the last of his bloodline to join the Brotherhood." Malik shouted.

"I know!" Altair growled back.

"If you mess up, Altair, there will be no redemption." Altair froze as a new fear settled within him.

If he lost the Brotherhood, he would lose everything.

Malik sighed and calmed himself.

"I worry you for nothing brother." He shook his one hand at Altair. "You have grown much in these past years. The Master would not allow to train his last able son if he did not think so himself." Malik assured him. "Relax, brother, you may have to the one to train him but you are not alone."

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