A/N: this is an idea I have thought of a lot. The first part is inspired by another fic I don't remember the name of. Characters will be OOC, especially Desmond and Allen.

I don't own Assassin's creed or -man. Love both of them though.

"Altair? Are you still angry at me? Please, just talk to me!" Desmond was standing at the bottom of the stairs, begging Altair to talk to him or come down. The reason why he was sitting up there sulking, was because Ezio made Desmond pull him into the pool as a prank. Of course, Ezio claimed to innocent. Surprisingly, it worked. Desmond was close to tears and frustrated by this point. Altair had been sitting up there for half an hour. A throwing knife suddenly found its place in the wall just beside Desmond's head. When the realization finally hit him, his eyes widened in a mixture of fear and shock and he took a step back. "Alt-" He was cut of by more throwing knifes. He was about to dodge, when one of his many headaches hit him and he stood still.

"AAAAAAAAHHHHH!" The agonizing scream tore its way out if his throat. One of the knives had found its way into his left eye, he was stilll alive, thankfully. Another one was in his left shoulder and one had only graced him, leaving a cut on his cheek. Tears oozed out of his right eye and blood out of his left. His right hand was holding over his left eye, trying to stop the bleeding, or somehow hinder the pain, it didn't work. He began to stumble backwards until his back met with the wall. He let himself slide down into a sitting posistion.

Altair and Ezio appeared in the stairs, worried faces turning into horrified ones. Desmond had blood pouring out of his eye and shoulder. Usually, they would kill the one who made Desmond cry, but this time, it was themself. The shock was beginning to wear out. Ezio began to walk down. The noise of his steps alerted Desmond, his head snapped up at a break-neck pace. Once his eye found Ezio and Altair, he stopped breathing. His eye widened in terror and he tried to crawl backwards, only to be met with the wall again.

It burned. His left eye was on fire and he couldn't feel his left arm. He was trapped between a wall and the ones who did this to him. After the bleeding effect made him go partially insane, he was easily scared and trust was not something he just gave away. Once it was broken, it was hard to get it back. Ezio began to retreat back up the stairs after seeing the pure fear in Desmond's eye. Seeing him trying to crawl away from the ones who should be comforting him, was worse.

"Hey, we didn't mean to hit you... It's okay Desmond, everything is going to be just fine. I'm not going to hurt you, just take a deep breath." Somehow, Altair managed to make his way towards Desmond. He was still scared, but let the man come close to him. "I'm going to pull them out now, on the count of three. One, two, three!" New pain was registered in Desmond's brain and another scream found its way out of his throat. Once he stopped screaming, heartbreaking sobs tore their way out of him too. Altair was quickly to respond, wrapping his arms around the younger. Ezio had also come down at some point, and was now rubbing his back soothingly and whispering words in Italian.

That had been five hours ago.

Now Desmond was sleeping in his bed, eye and shoulder bandaged. Ezio and Altair were sitting on the couch, guilt blooming inside them. Desmond would never be able to see through his left eye again. His shoulder would heal, but neither his eye or heart would ever be the same. Half an hour later, they were both asleep, not knowing that this would be the last they would be seeing of Desmond for a while.

A small teen was climbing an all to familiar cliff. Soon small bat like things were flying around him. His climbing skills had improved in the time he had spent away. His left eye was bandaged and you could tell he was favoring his right arm. White hair was flying in the wind and his silver eye held little emotion. Finally he was up. The tall, circular building was still looming over him and the boy couldn't help but shudder. Slowly, he made his way to the door. Hopefully, they would accept him, or it would be a rather painful leap of faith to the bottom.

He was only halfway there, when a certain red-head tackled him. The white-haired boy had to bite his lip to stop himself from crying out in pain. He was then mashed into a muscular chest and had warm arms wrap around him. "OhMyGod!Allen!IThoughtIWouldNeverSeeYouAga in! What happened to your eye? Oh god, you're injured!" The boy, Allen, gave a small smile. "It's nice to see you too, Lavi, but could lease let me go? My shoulder is starting yo hurt..." He was quickly let go. Once he thought himself safe, another pair of muscled arms wrapped themselves around him and he was squished into another chest. "Where the hell do you think you have been?" The voice was snapping and filled with worry. "Somewhere..." He started nodding off, eye slipping shut. "Oi, Moyashi!" then it went black.

What'cha think? Tell me if you want this to continue or not. Also, If you are reading my other story, Cp9 no Luffy(one piece), There is a vote up for who Luffy is going to be paired with. If you're not reading it, just ignore that. Please leave a review. Also, this is a yaoi and a poll of who Allen/Desmond is going to be paired with is coming up. Also, Do you want a lemon? I suck at them, but I can try.
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