Brothers
Disclaimer: I don't own the song Brothers, the fanmade lyrics, nor the anime it is from. I also do not own Assassin's Creed.
A/N: Yes I am alive. Writer's block hit me hard. Anyways, this hit me at 5 am. I have my music playing and a familiar song of my high school days came on and singing along to the lyrics, I couldn't help but start to think of the boys of AC and start to cry. Listen to Brother's from Full Metal Alchemist, Vic singing it. For the Mother part, for some of you will probably be lost, back story to that Templars killed their mother so they wanted safety and remembering their mom is their strength to join the creed.
It was so long ago. So very long ago. As Malik looked out to the city of Jerusalem from on top of his bureau, he couldn't help but think of his little brother. It was all his fault that his brother was dead. No, he couldn't blame the novice for everything, because, ultimately, it was his fault. He and Kadar had joined the assassins and their quest to stop templars knowing full well that their new lives could and would eventually led to their deaths.
It was Malik's fault. He volunteered first, joined in hopes that they could stay in one place, that they wouldn't have to continue looking for family that may or may not have existed. He was the first to share the dreams of staying safe, of knowing so much, of being strong. He didn't argue when Kadar joined as well, when his little brother paid the same price. The loss of a finger. How little it seemed then...
He remembered the fight in the temple, over a simple sphere their master wanted. He remembered Altair's arrogance, and how he only cared for killing Robert de Sable. And though he blamed Altair for it all, the man was right, there was nothing he could have done. Malik should have just turned to his brother and shouted for him to run. To run away and forget the mission. Instead, he saw a blade come from his brother's chest as the light in his eyes dimmed.
It was all his fault too.
He knew that once Altair had broken the tenants of their creed, he and Kadar should have incapacitated him and reported back that the mission had been compromised but instead, he ignored the rule. How was he supposed to know what would happen? He should have seen it coming, that Altair would either be killed or gotten rid of and left him and Kadar alone to deal with Templars who had the advantage. Kadar wasn't experienced enough to go on a mission like that! He should have known, to just sacrificed himself so that his brother would live.
How he wished it had ended differently, that the Templars were gone, the arc or whatever it was had safely made its way back to Al Mualim and that Kadar was still alive. But no, this was the truth, that he messed it all up from the beginning. If only, if only...
Kadar wouldn't have wanted Malik to been upset. "Don't cry for the past now, brother mine. Neither you nor I are free from blame. Nothing can erase the things we did, for the path we took was the same." Yes, he would have said these words with a smile on his face, acting as if they were children again, so young and naive and so many years ago.
Leaning against a brick wall, Malik closed his eyes, putting his hand to the remainder of his arm. The infection had prevented it from being saved but would have been enough. He would have given his other if he could just see his brother's smile, to hear his voice. He would give his life to have Kadar come back.
But no, he has to continue to go on. He was stupid enough to join the creed, to pull his brother in and this was his punishment: to live without the one thing he held most dear in the world.
What's gone is forever lost... Now all we can do is live...