Alright, so in my modern assassin creed series, I very rarely touch upon the Altair/Malik ship… it's there, but I hardly ever talk about it.

So, what do you get when you cross an author who loves Disney crossovers and a loved OTP…. An Altair/Malik Beauty and the Beast crossover.

I hope you like it, and please read and review ?

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"Are you really an Assassin?"

Malik paused, stopping mid-lunge as he glanced to the side, frowning when he saw several, younger members of the Creed watching from the side-lines. "I am… yes. Why do you ask?"

One of the boys frowned, "There can't be a one-handed Assassin! It's impossible!"

"Really…" Malik twirled the sword extravagantly, smirking as the younger boys gasped in amazement, "… and why's that?"

"… I-It's just not possible! There's never been one before!"

"Then I'll be the first!" Malik showed off a little more, his smile widening as the kids gasped in amazement.

And then he was interrupted.

"What the devil do you think you're doing boy?!"

Malik barely flinched, but the young boys did, and they all scattered in different directions, leaving Malik alone to face the wrath of the approaching Master.

"How dare you…" the Master hissed, "… it's bad enough you insist on following these wild ideas of a one-armed Assassin, but you want to corrupt the younger members too!"

He snatched the sword from Malik's hand, as the Weapons' Master quickly approached, the other man's mouth already open to argue and defend Malik.

…..

Abbas slowly made his way through the forms of swordplay, keeping his eyes on his reflection in the fountain water.

"Perfect…" he muttered to himself, "… there's a reason you're the best assassin this Creed has ever seen."

"Am I interrupting at a bad time?"

Abbas span around to see the Grandmaster standing behind him, one eyebrow raised in silent amusement. "My apologies Grandmaster… how can I help?"

"It appears as though a certain young, one-armed man is in distress… I'd advise you lend him a hand."

…

"Malik!"

Malik, whose face was still burning with humiliation, turned as Abbas came running up to him.

"I heard there was an incident in the training ring today… can I give you a little advice?"

Malik, who was now outside his front door, frowned at Abbas.

"The kind of changes that you're trying to make…. People around here aren't going to trust them!"

Malik scowled at this, "I don't see why I can't be an Assassin. Children should be taught that losing a limb isn't a bad thing!"

"You shouldn't concern yourself with those children…" Abbas scoffed, "… most of them aren't going to make it into the Creed anyway."

"You don't know that!"

"I've met every child in this organisation… I know exactly who's going to make it, and who's not."

Malik rolled his eyes, "It's a large Creed, you can't have met all of them. In fact, I know that you spend most of your time with the Grandmaster, you've haven't had time to meet all the children. I think you should have another look at them… some of them have seriously improved since the beginning." He then raised an eyebrow at Abbas, "And don't think I don't know what you're doing…. We won't make each other happy Abbas. Never."

There was a brief moment of silence, before Abbas sighed. "You do know what the Grandmaster has planned for you, if you don't agree to this? Shipped off to Jerusalem to run an Assassin Bureau…. You worth more than that Malik."

"Be that as it may…." Malik took a deep breath and opened his front door, heading inside, "… I will never be partners with you Abbas, never!"

He slammed the door shut, not daring to move until he knew that Abbas had left. Once he was sure that the other man was far enough away, he stormed away from the door, kicking at the table as he went.

"Who does he think he is?!" he scowled, talking to himself, "Can you imagine me as the partner of that boorish, brainless- "he growled in frustration, "- I won't do it!"

Knocking a bowl off of the table, he practically collapsed into a chair and buried his face in his hand. "I want more than this…" he eventually whispered, "… I don't want to be stuck here doing nothing…. Going to Jerusalem would be worse…. I just wish someone would understand that."

…

"This is certainly a lovely view…" Kadar sighed, gazing out onto the valley, "… only wish I recognised it. Does anyone else know where we are?"

Silence.

"Oh yeah… you're all gone."

The mission had been a disaster, and Kadar had found himself separated from the rest of the team… hence the reason why he was now lost.

"Maybe…. Maybe it's this way." He walked to the right, heading down a path that was surrounded by cliff walls on either side, "Yes… I'm sure we went this way this morning."

"Assassin!"

Kadar span around, to see a group of soldiers racing towards him from the entrance of the valley…. he could easily take them.

Except for the fact that around twenty more soldiers were approaching from the other direction.

Cursing under his breath, Kadar ran to the side, clambering up the cliff walls in order to get away, yelping when rocks struck the back of his legs and his back. He reached the top of the cliff very quickly… only to realise that there were more soldiers waiting for him.

Killing a couple of them, he ran towards the east, stealing a horse from some nearby stables in order to give himself an extra advantage. After a couple minutes of racing through the valleys, and dust covered roads, he saw a tower in the distance.

Gates surrounded the tower on all sides, clearly making it impossible for anyone to enter the area… not that it was going to stop Kadar. He went into a standing position on top of the horse, directing the stallion towards the gates.

Once he was close enough, he leapt over the top and went into a forward roll as he hit the ground.

The guards were left behind, but as soon as Kadar turned his attention back to the tower, a cold shiver went down his spine.

This place was creepy.

When he got closer, he quickly realised that the tower wasn't simply a tower… it actually seemed more like a large home with a tall tower attached.

"Someone will let me stay here the night…" he muttered to himself in determination, "… they have to." He raced up to the front door, slightly unnerved by the lit candles in the window. As he got closer, the door opened up and he made his way inside.

"Thank you, thank- "

There was no-one behind the door.

"… Okay." He slowly shut the door and glanced around the entrance room, "Hello? Sorry to intrude, but I got a little lost. I was hoping I could get some directions? Sorry to disturb you…" He removed his travelling cloak and hung it up (missing how someone removed it from the shadows and shook it out), "Is anyone home? Is anyone awake?"

On a table near the door, he spotted a beautiful candlestick, prompting him to make his way over. "Wow…" he muttered, lifting the candlestick up, only to frown when he noticed a name carved on it, "… Ez-io?"

Then he heard the music coming from a side room.

"Hello?"

He ran towards the sound, opening the door, hoping to catch the owner unaware.

He didn't miss the shadowed figure darting into the shadows, but by the time he made his way over, the figure was gone. When he glanced at the harp, he noticed that the name, ARNO had been carved into the wood.

"Ar-no… Ezio and Arno." Kadar slowly backed out of the room and into the main entrance hall, "Wherever you are… I'm just going to warm myself by the fire. You're lucky, many places don't have these."

He then heard some more sounds coming from the room next door which, as he got closer, turned out to be a kitchen. On the table, was some freshly baked bread and some milk.

"Oh, thank you…" Kadar sighed in relief, only just realising that he was starving, "… thank you, thank you." He sat at the table, and hungrily tore off a piece of bread, stuffing it in his mouth.

And then he noticed the wooden mug, that had a little bird carved on it, "Ja-cob." He frowned, "Ezio, Arno and Jacob? Why- "

"- You should take a sip." Whispered a voice from the darkness, "It's good, I promise."

Kadar nodded in agreement for a few moments, before shooting to his feet and quickly heading out the door. "Thank you for your hospitality…" he called out, his voice trembling slightly, "… I really think I should be going now! Thank you!"

He grabbed his travelling cloak and headed towards the front door, slowly opening the door and slipping out.

Unsurprisingly, he ran.

The lovely views passed by very quickly, and it was clear to Kadar that someone was following him, footsteps echoing through the gardens as they got closer and closer.

Before he could reach the gate, someone tackled him from behind and he went crashing to the ground.

"Mal- "

There was a pinching sensation on the back of his neck before…. Nothing.