Notice: this is my first time making a chapter story, and the first time doing AC story types. Since I do enjoy romance between Altair and Malik, I had decided to do one of my own; I am working on the other chapters to be uploaded later on, I do suck terribly at writing (sigh). yeah, so expect MxM action later, but for now enjoy...

Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters.

He stood there, keeping his gaze at the hooded man standing before him, clutching the sleeve where his arm should be. As tears start to fill his eyes, hearing the words that the hooded man was telling him; he could see his mouth moving, but couldn't hear the words he was saying, though he knew what the other man was telling him. As he saw the hooded man turn away, walking for the entrance of the ceiling; he ran after him, wrapping his one arm around the chest of the other male, halting him from walking any further. The shorter man rested his forehead on the other man's back, with his tears falling over his cheeks, as he mumbles, "don't leave me". The hooded man turns his head slightly, to face the shorter man, as the other looked up at him, to meet his gaze. The one armed man saw the scarred side of the taller man's lips, twitching from a frown into a sad smile. 'I'm sorry' were the silent words that he could make out, when he felt a strong hand grab hold of his, and was quickly removed from the other. There was a distance between them now; the hooded man seemed to be a lot further away from him. He followed after him, trying desperately to chase after the taller man, but felt his legs running slower and slower; the hooded man seemed too far now, as he stretched out his only arm, in an attempt to grab hold of him again. He couldn't think, he couldn't breathe, he couldn't scream out to the other, as he reached for him, almost…..almost…

An alarm clock went off at 7:30 a.m., startling the man out of his horrifying dream; he opened his half lidded eyes, groaning from his grogginess. Covering his face in his pillow, hiding from the crack of the light coming through the curtains above him. He reached out to press the snooze button, but missed aimlessly for a moment, until slamming his hand onto the button, finally. He then lifted his tired head, grimacing at the sunlight crossing over his face; he forced himself to sit on the edge of his bed, resting his head on his hands. He quickly looked up, grabbing his left arm; reminding himself that it was indeed, just a bad dream. "the same dream…" he said to himself, "why am I still having this same damn dream", he quickly lost his trail of thought, when he heard a knock on his door. He sees the knob twisting, and slowly, the door opens; his brother peaked in, with a large grin on his face.

"good morning, Malik" he spoke up, with a wide grin on his face.

Malik sighed, as he stood up from his bed to stretch out his arms, "good morning, Kadar…did you sleep well, why are you up so early", he said as he yawned, looking at the younger man with curious sleepy eyes

Kadar stood at the door way, looking down at his feet before replying, "um….actually, I will be honest, …I couldn't sleep at all", he said simply; he looked up to see a raised eyebrow on his older brother's face.

"would it have anything to do with your training, later on today", Malik smiled, still feeling a bit of exhaustion, "you're really that excited, aren't you", he shuffled over to his closet, starting to pick out clothes to wear.

"are you kidding? Of course I'm excited", he said happily, walking over to sit on Malik's bed. "today is the day that I will rise up to a higher rank as a novice assassin…" Malik turned to his brother with a wide grin, before turning back to look through his wardrobe again. "so that means that I am getting closer to your level, big brother" he said pointing to Malik.

"just wait until you actually become an official assassin", Malik chuckled. After searching through some clothes, he managed to pull out a plain black t-shirt, and a pair of navy blue jeans, and started to strip out of his pajamas and into the clothes of his choice. Fitting into his clothing, he walked over to sit with his brother. "you certainly are confident with yourself, Kadar" he responds with a smile, looking into his brothers blue eyes, "and I have no doubt in my mind, that you will become a skilled assassin like me and the others, but you are still a novice; you still have a long way to go", he added, running his hand through the younger brother's short curly hair. Kadar smiled briefly, removing his brothers' hand, then stood up, looking down to his older sibling.

"just you wait, Malik…I know someday, I will prove myself to everyone, and to you mostly" he said, resting his hand on his brother's shoulder. Malik made a false smile, turning his gaze from his brother, now looking at his left arm, gripping onto it tightly. Kadar continued to glare at his brother, sitting with him once again. "so…did you have that dream again" he asked, changing the subject.

Malik looked at his brother with wide eyes, "what….no, no of course not; what makes you think that" he said quickly, standing from his bed again.

Kadar glared at him, "Malik, come on" he stood after him, "that same dream you keep having, about some strange hooded guy, with a scar on his lips" Malik looked down embarrassed, "the one that you are supposedly 'in love' with, remember" gesturing the 'love' part with his fingers as quotation marks, "that same guy that keeps dumping your ass".

"I am NOT in love with him" Malik argued, though he earned a glare from his brother.

"Malik, please…I could sometimes hear you crying in your sleep, all the way from my room; and my room is just down the damn hall!" he shouted quietly, raising his arms in the air, "so if you're not in 'in love' with this guy, why do you keep dreaming about him? what exactly is your relationship with him? Do you even know this guy?", he began to raise his voice.

"I don't …know" Malik said, still not looking at his brother.

Kadar sighed, "brother, you have had this dream ever since you turned the age of twenty" he rested his hand on Malik shoulder, squeezing gently. "you are now twenty-three, and you still don't understand the meaning behind it; even therapy couldn't help you overcome it." he added calmly. "maybe this is….a sign"

Malik stared at his brother with eyes narrowed, "look, I know that it has become a problem over the past years" he manages to say finally.

"oh really, I haven't noticed" Kadar said sarcastically, crossing his arms over his chest.

Malik rolled his eyes at him, "and I know that if I am patient enough, then it will eventually be clearer to me, but until then, …let's just drop it" he said, giving his younger brother a reassuring look on his face.

Kadar really couldn't drop this topic, especially when it comes to his brother, of all people. It took him a moment of silence, until his mood quickly brighten again. "alright, if that is your wish" he made his way to Malik's door frame, "oh, I almost forgot why I came over here in the first place.." Malik stared at his brother, feeling a bit confused. "could you make me some breakfast?"

"that is the actual reason why you came to see me this early in the morning?" Malik raised an eyebrow again.

"uh duh…I need to be fueled and ready for my training today".

"well it certainly was nice to know that you care for me so much, Kadar; especially, just when you were showing some concern just two minutes ago", Malik said with a sarcastic tone, "you little brat".

"stupid virgin", Kadar countered.

Malik's face was red with embarrassment, then with anger. He ran after Kadar, chasing him out of his room, passing the kitchen, and running into the dining area. The dining table was Kadar's only distance to keep him and his brother apart. He laughed at how Malik easily gets angry with that little remark. "Kadar, I thought I told you to never say that out loud!" now he was shouting.

"oh come on, brother, I was just joking around, besides no one is around to hear; you know that I would never actually say that in front of people, right?" he said giving Malik an innocent look.

Malik calmed down a bit, still glaring at Kadar, before turning his attention to the kitchen. "just remember that the walls have ears, Kadar", he said looking at his brother, and with that Kadar gestures with hand sliding over his lips, as if to zip it tight with a lock; making a wide grin. Malik took it as a 'promise' and continued on to go make breakfast.