One Handed Sketches Chapter 3

Thanks to al the reviewers as promised here are your cookies... hands cookies over... and the milk.... and also thanks to anyone who is still reading this... Still peeping into the affairs of Alty and Maly? ... tsk tsk

So this is the end of this story unfortunately, well... fortune for anyone wanting a bit of Altaïr and Malik... but that's no-one is it? Well for anyone who is interested let the raven and eagle commence!


"Ding, Ding, Ding" The death bell started to ring, so he had completed his mission then, well I have approximately 2 minutes to get tidied up and unflustered before Mr. Prancing pants himself will intrude into my humble abode... bad thoughts indeed.

I started to tidy the bureau, the cleaner had done the best they could but once they saw the ink for the fourth time in the row they started to give me the shifty eye...

After I bustled around and picked up any evidence that I hadn't been sat at my desk I started to put all the pictures into a neat pile and carry them towards the floor board when...

"Bang" There was shouts coming from outside, Altaïr's voice... for the love of... does he have to make it so obvious of where he is all the time? I heard the wet sound of metal slicing flesh and heard Altaïr scream and then the sound of metal on metal and then a gurgle of blood clogging lungs, I know that sound a mile off. I dumped the pictures into a nearby chair and ran toward the roof hoping against hope that it was an archer that had just met there demise and not... Altaïr flayed like fish doing a summersault and landed with his leg bent funny onto the floor of the bureau... I dropped all my worry and tried not to laugh... honest.

He got up dusted himself off and tried to look serious... he failed miserably. He stalked passed me into 'my office' and I followed still giggling.

"Well?"

"He is dead..." he tried to say this in a grave ominous voice... strike two with failing miserably.

"Well I could have told you that... the next three villages could have told you that... What with that death bell echoing around the globe... do you know even the deaf people could have told you that, they can feel it through their feet!" The sarcasm was dripping from my every pore.

"The job is done what does it matter if everyone knows? the more the better, he's gone from this world and that what matters!"

"No, you may be right about him being gone but you don't have to tell everyone and their camel when its happened, the less people know the better you may think your all high and mighty but leading them all here is not such a good idea... I don't particularly care if you lead them somewhere where you are by yourself and you get horrifically tortured and eventually killed but don't be bringing me and my place of harmony with you!"

"Why? Can you not handle the challenge? Are you afraid that the mean old templar's will take you remaining limbs?"

"...."

"I'm sorry I didn't mean it..."

"..."

"Actually, I said faking being hurt, "I'm afraid they'll mess up my carpet like which you have just done AGAIN! Can you not bleed somewhere else... hopefully in a bottomless well where no can see or hear you."

And with that I stalked out the room and eyeing up the pile of cushions I relaxed my head on the softness to calm down, I was just resting my eyes and just about to doze of when I heard rustling and vials being moved... Grrr if he's scavenging around my room like a beggar looking for scarps of food under a fat mans plate... Ha that's an image that made me smirk, I would have to stop myself before I started to think how to bring the hunger in Altaïr's eyes onto paper and add it to my many sketches...

I was snapped out of my thoughts by the sudden quietness of the air... Strange it's never quiet when you have an attention seeking eagle wanting to tell the world of how great he is... I stood up and leaned against the doorframe hoping to catch him out at what he was doing.

Altaïr was facing the opposite direction, I could only see his back, he had discarded scrolls surrounding him in a circle, I turned my head to the side to catch what his face was doing, he had a scroll in his hands his face was questionably examining it.

I walked towards him noting that the nearest scroll to me had one of my more prouder sketches of him hanging off a cliff asking for a hand and me looking down the cliff saying you already took it... heh heh good times... by the look of Altaïr's face he most have found one of my other Altaïr death sketches... I usually kept some of them lying around so he would get the hint, but up to now this would be the first time he's actually acknowledged that he has seen them.

The quietness was getting to me. I turned to face the door.

'You know if you want I could make some of them sketches become reality, some of them I cant properly fulfil... but I suppose I can compromise on some and mix and match with the others so you get the full benefit... I mean I can't gouge your eyes out with a rusty nail after I've had chopped you up in too a trillion pieces and fed you to the hungry beggars of the street, they say they only want a few coins but I'm sure the fact that one tiny chunk of your egotistical, brainless, arrogant head will feed them for a month will go in my favour.'

I stopped to catch my breath, it was still quiet...

I turned around to face him, surely after all the insults we share; one picture could not be so bad that it has made him impeccable of speech?

The first thing I noticed was he hadn't moved from the same spot I had left him in. I walked over to him and snatched the scroll, instantly wishing I hadn't for what was sketched on the scroll was neither the one I had expected nor any of the ones it should have been...

Shit...

Not wanting to face the wrath of an angry eagle I cowardly avoided looking at his face as he turned my way, instead I examined his boots making an assessment of the scuff on the tips from climbing on all those stupid buildings what does he think he is a spider?... And then my eyes followed a streak of blood going from up his leg that had ran down from a particular large splatter, someone else's I'd hoped, and then I stopped as my eyes travelled to a particular large bulgethat had formed... horrified I chanced a glance up towards his face, under his hood I was met with two lust filled eyes...

Shit...

"I still have that rusty nail..." I pathetically shouted before I was pounced upon, we landed into my desk the ink and scrolls landing everywhere to my annoyance, 'Hey! That ink was my last and my favourio...' I was cut of by a pair of lips descending on my own, 'geewt owf mweh!' I started to protest but I was getting muffled by his expert tongue suffocating me and trying to get down my throat... what did he think I was hungry and wanted to digest his tongue... I don't think so... So I done the only thing I could as he had me pinned against him... I bit his tongue.

It worked in removing the blockage so now I could breath, with a lingering taste of copper I tried catching my breath, I looked up to shout at him 'What the hell did you think you were do.... wait where's he gone?

Standing up I looked around the bureau...what the...

Bang... I felt a pair of arms wrap around me and a streak of silver caught my eye as is whizzed right in front of my face and down to my neck.

Shit...

"What was the meaning of them drawings Malik?" I felt his hot breath tickling my ear and travelling down my neck, my whole spine shivered into his chest behind me...

"What drawings I don't know what you're talking about..." that was my best attempt... I guess there's my first fail of the day.

He bit into where my neck met my shoulder, making me bleed my own blood! I whimpered pathetically, noo he's winning, right if he's using dirty tack ticks so shall I... 'Oh that drawing, well I got bored you see, there's not much for me to do mission wise with me only having one arm!'

I tried to guilt him out of letting me go... second fail.

'So when you're bored you sit and draw pictures of me and you in very... compromising situations?' He purred.

"Well not exactly, the one where you where hanging by your own intestines over that cliff didn't involve me unless you count me being the one who put you there..."

I felt wet kisses travelling from my neck to the back of my ear, The blood from my neck and his tongue were starting to drip down staining my robes, I started to melt into his warm chest and the distinct smell of hay and leather and...Nooo! He will not win this! I tried edging forward but the blade was now cutting into my throat, and blood was starting to leave flickers all other the carpet. Nice if the cleaner doesn't resign after this I'm defiantly given them a pay rise...

With out knowing it he had put us both in the situation that I not so long ago had scratched into a blank sheet... the tremors that were running through my body were starting to annoy me... how can one man have this much control over me?

"You know if you want... I could make some of them sketches become reality..." I heard him whisper into my ear...mocking me from earlier...

"..."

"And don't think I haven't seen that floor board, I mean why do you think I spilt the ink? When you left to get that cleaner there was a big blue outline right around the edge..."

"..."

And there was my third fail of the day, by this rate I'd be classed as a bigger novice than Alt... My thoughts were abruptly stopped there, as I heard the distinctive sound of clothes being ripped behind me and the clang of weapons hitting the floor...

Shit...

A/N So what did you think?

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P.s I'm afraid I ran out of cookies *cough Altaïr eat them all cough* Eeesh but I can offer anyone who reviews a stolen picture from Malik's floor space.... Yes I will leave it at that!

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