since I have kept you waiting long enough, here is the next chap, I am still working on the next one cuz it might be longer
I promised more characters, so here it is; oh and since Maria is in this story, I have decided not to make her the evil ex girlfriend, since she had been protrayed as the evil ex for a lot of fanfics; so I will give her a break from the hate, and instead she will be a close friend to Altair. So I had chosen 'someone' else to play the she-devil, but you will have to wait for the next chapter...
and I am not implying anything for Clay and Malik's relationship, I just thought it be funny and cute.
It had only taken an hour or two for Al Mualim to give further instructions to the three assassins for their new assignment, until they had finally reached their destination in the city; they had exited out the limousine only to look up at the building before them, except they had expected something…not so plain. They had arrived at a tall white building, with large glass windows that reflects the outside. There was a large logo sign with the words 'creed corporation' on the top of the building that hints this was the place. 'Yeah, this building isn't suspicious whatsoever,' Altair had thought to himself, as he stares from under his hood; with a name like that could be enough to give them away. Al Mualim and Clay had started to walk inside the building, passing through revolving doors, leaving the three assassins to continue to stare at their new headquarters. The three shook their heads, shaking the incredulous looks on their faces, as they followed the pair. They had entered inside, and to their surprise the inside was also white, well just the walls and ceiling, but the tile floor was black; there was office cubicles, with business workers taking calls, and a receptionist desk in front of them, making up for the blandness of this building.
"so this is our new headquarters?," Ezio asked with an raised eyebrow. Al Mualim smiled at his students.
"why yes it is," the old man chuckled, taking his shades off he said, "but don't let the interior design fool you, there is a lot to this building then you may think; once you explore the place of course." He strolled over to the receptionist desk, trying to get the brunettes attention, since she was listening to music in her headphones. She looked up and smiled, removing her headphones and stood off her chair to greet her master. "miss Crane..," he started.
"how's it going A.M," she smirked and bowed her head slightly. "what can I do for ya." Al Mualim raised an eyebrow at her greeting, and just decided to let it pass.
"they happen to be my finest students….and also the brotherhood's few selected" he gestures to the three men that stopped right behind him, "they will need to settle into their new rooms, for they will need much rest for tomorrow; boys this is Rebecca Crane, if you have any questions, just ask her," he says as he starts to leave. The three assassins look at him with a questioning look.
Rebecca eyes widen, "ah, right you are the new guys, huh?" she questions with much interest in her eyes, propping her head on her hands.
"master..," Altair starts, "weren't you going to show us around," Al Mualim spares the assassin a glance and then looks away.
"I do apologies, I have…other important things to attend to" he says, as he strokes his beard, he continues, "but…I will allow Clay to do so, instead," the old man added, then takes his leave again. Altair scowled at this, still avoiding Clay's happy look on his face.
Desmond took this opportunity to ask Rebecca a question, resting his arms on her desk he says, "can I ask you something."
"oh, sure Mr. …." she trails off, not even catching his name.
"Miles, Desmond Miles" he says as he lifts up a hand, which Rebecca took and shook lightly.
"what can I do for you Desy boy" she gave a simple grin.
"well, since we are here, I was wondering about our 'assigned partners'; shouldn't they be here…to greet us I mean?" he asked shyly.
"ah, yeah well we …have been pretty busy for the past week, so everyone is working extra today; though I know that Lucy was expecting to come by to meet you three, anyways" she shrugged with a reassuring smile; light steps were heading their way, Rebecca raised her head to see the newcomer, and her smile widens, "speaking of the devil, here she is now". A pale thin woman, with bright red lipstick, her blonde hair twisted in a bun; she was wearing a thin white button up shirt, knee length black skirt and black high heels. She was accompanied by a tall man, with long curly black hair in a ponytail, messy rugged beard, a colorful bandana wrapped around his forehead, keeping some locks of hair away from his face; wearing a gray suite that seemed to be a bit tight on him, revealing how muscular his body is, and a red tie that had an assassin's symbol on it. The blonde haired lady turned her attention to the man leaning on the Rebecca's desk, with much confusion in her eyes.
She finally spoke, "who's your friend Rebecca?" smiling at the man, who was standing to his full height now.
"oh, this is Desmond Miles, him and his friends just arrived here; they are the new guys Al Mualim was talking about."
Lucy looked at her with a shocked expression on her face, then snapped her head to Desmond, Altair, and Ezio, now facing her. "wait, Desmond Miles…..you are the one that I am expecting then." She said.
Desmond started to blush, stuttering a bit he said, "uh…yeah I…it's nice to meet," they both shook hands, not losing eye contact. Lucy may have thought that Desmond was getting shy, but didn't bother to ask.
"oh, this is Yusuf Tazim" she gestures to the man standing behind her. He stood next to her, and bowed his head to show respect to the other three. Ezio took quick notice that his partner was standing right in front of him.
The Italian hesitates a moment, "so you are the man I am looking for, my partner, right?"
"why yes," Yusuf responds, "and you are…Ezio Auditore de la la la," he jokes.
Altair and Desmond laughed, and Ezio frowned at his partner, "it is da Firenze, amico mio," he corrected with an annoyed tone.
Yusuf held his hands up in defense, deciding to change the subject. "so I take it that you have yet to look around our headquarters, yes?"
The three looked at each other for a moment, Altair spoke up, "actually Clay was to be our guide, but for some reason he has not moved and inch." Altair gave a hateful glare at the man behind them; Clay was just leaning his body on the receptionist desk, the corner of his mouth becoming a smirk.
"you didn't say please, brother," he said tauntingly. Altair was gritting his teeth in annoyance.
Yusuf can feel the tension between them grow, so he decides to interrupt. "well, then I will be of assistance, please follow me." He gestures to them to follow, so they do so. Altair and Ezio stop for a moment, realizing that Desmond hasn't move from his spot, neither did Lucy, both of them just smiling at each other.
"Desmond, aren't you coming?" Ezio asked, raising and eyebrow at the younger man, especially Altair, considering the fact that his hood hid his features.
"ah…no, you guys go on ahead, and I will meet the both of you later," he said rather quickly. The other two assassins just shrugged and followed Yusuf and Clay.
They passed through a few people, bumping into them; try to keep up with Yusuf. They reached down a hall and stopped at an elevator, Yusuf pressed a button that goes down, they waited until the elevator door opened; they entered the elevator, and the doors slide shut behind them. The two assassins could see many buttons that could take them on a higher level of this building. Yusuf started to press some numbered buttons, as if he were putting in a code; Altair and Ezio just stared at him confused, and Clay just smirked at the looks on their faces. Yusuf had finished putting in his 'code' and waited; suddenly the elevator was moving down. This had just occurred to them, they were on the first floor; the elevator is taking them down even further, most likely underground, where the building is. Altair sighed, decided to remove his hood, as if feeling unexposed to the world. Altair had short brown hair, gelled to make his hair look spiked up on the top; piercing golden eyes, almost making it impossible to look directly at them, if looked the wrong way, or any way in fact.
"so, where is your partner?" Yusuf asked, getting a shiver down his spine when the golden eyed man glared at him, obviously annoyed by his question.
Altair sighed, "I…haven't met him yet," he turned away, crossing his arms over his chest, wanting to not continue this conversation.
"well, I certainly am sorry for him to meet you then" he said abruptly.
Altair turned to glare at him again, with narrowed dagger like eyes, "and why the hell is that?" he snarled, his hands began to clench tightly on his arms.
"I was only kidding, friend," Yusuf chuckled, feeling uneasy under the younger man's glare. "it's just that you look very intimidating, especially when you look at people with those eyes, without much effort." He said simply, trying to make it sound as a compliment.
Gladly it had worked, Altair relaxed a bit, frown quickly became a smug, "thank you." The elevator suddenly stopped, the doors sliding open. They exit out to see they were in another hallway; other people in business clothing passing by them. Yusuf was walking to the left side of the hallway; the others follow, heading towards a pair of big framed doors. They went pass through the doors, entering into a large room, full of other people wearing different colors of white, gray, and black hood sweaters; there was stripes on the sleeves, indicating the ranks of their level; they were all sitting, chatting and eating their lunches together on small lunch tables. Some were in groups and some were to themselves doing work on their laptops.
"Altair?" came a small voice from a crowd of people, their conversations echoing in the mess hall. Altair and the others looked over to the female walking up to them, Altair quickly recognized the women, an old friend of his from his childhood.
"Maria?" Altair stared at her for a moment, then smiled as the woman hugged him tightly. He hugged her back, feeling much relief.
Maria moved back, "it has been so long since we saw each other, and you have gotten taller I see" she lightly punched Altair in the shoulder, "how have you been?" she laughed, and so was he. The other three just stared at them with a confused expression.
"I've been better, I guess," Altair shrugged, his smile increasing. Yusuf tapped his finger on Ezio's shoulder, gesturing with his thumb pointing in a different direction, Ezio understood, and they both started to walk away, leaving Altair to chat with his longtime friend.
"have you….seen your father around, when you arrived?" she asked cautiously.
"I have not yet," Altair said simply, uninterested in that topic. Clay saw the other two leaving, so he would have to inform his brother.
Clay placed a hand on Altair's shoulder, which the taller man quickly noticed of, and shook him off, glaring at him, "Altair…"
"what do you want Clay," Altair snapped, narrowing his golden eyes at the other.
"we're going to take Ezio to explore HQ, will you be fine on your own," he said as gestures to the two that departed. Altair cooled down a bit, sighing loudly.
"yea, I'll catch up later, now go." The assassin calmly said. Clay nodded turning and walking away. When he was out of range, he turned slowly glancing at the two chattering away, laughing together, enjoying each other's company; he was actually getting…..jealous? he didn't understand why, they are both brothers after all; but the thing was the other one hated him with a passion. He quickly shook those thoughts from his head, and turned on the balls of his feet, quickly walking with his head lowered. Then suddenly he had felt a hard impact on his chest, a smaller figure colliding into him. He grunted in pain, as the other person fell hard on the floor, hissing from the sudden pain from his back; the papers he had in hand, now scattered all over the floor. The people around them had noticed, they started to giggle and whisper among each other.
The man on the floor was propping himself on his elbows for support, as he was sitting up. The man before him has a darker tanned skin, purposely tousled short raven black hair, a short and neatly trimmed stubble on his chin. He was wearing a gray sweater, zipper undone revealing a black t-shirt; navy blue jeans, almost torn on his knees, and worn out white running shoes. Clay only had one thought of the man on the floor before him; that he was very gorgeous.
"you…you idiot, watch were you're going" he hissed out in pain, sitting up on his knees as he cleans up the mess of papers on the floor; "look at this mess," he continued to complain, Clay stood there still looking down at the other, too distracted by that sexy voice he just heard. He quickly snapped back to reality, and squat down to lend a helping hand; the other didn't protest, as he allowed the blonde man to help him.
After cleaning up the mess, they both stood, looking at each other; Clay finally spoke, "I'm sorry about that, I was not looking where I was going," Clay said, smiling like a dork.
"you should be more careful, then," he remarked, still with a annoyed tone.
Clay couldn't help but smile, he extended his hand out to the other, "the name is Clay Kaczmarek," he added random, "and you are…?"
The other man raised an eyebrow in confusion to the other man's greeting, he took hold of the blonde's hand, "my name is Malik Al-Sayr," he shook the other's hand, still with a hateful glare towards him.
Clay took a moment to analyze that name; of course it sounds familiar, this was the man that his brother was looking for. "your Malik Al-Sayr," he says in confirmation.
"yes…I just said my name like seven seconds ago," he scolded him, but the other seemed unfazed by it.
"well, that's great," Malik narrowed his eyebrows at him, "you're the guy that will be partnered with my brother," he said smiling. He grabbed hold of Malik's left arm, tugging the other man to Altair's direction. "it's a good thing I found you too, that way we wouldn't have to go through the hassle of searching for you." Malik almost stumbled, as he was being dragged by the other.
"wa…wait a sec," Malik tried, but Clay continued to pull him; still gripping hold of his papers in hand. They had finally approached a man and woman talking and laughing with each other.
Clay shouted, "Altair!" and Altair and Maria turned their attention to Clay, dragging someone behind him. Both Clay and Malik stopped side by side, as Altair and Maria stare at the newcomer. "Altair, this is Malik Al-Sayr," he glanced at Malik, "Mal, this is my brother Altair ibn La'Ahad." Altair golden eyes glared deeply into Malik's dark brown eyes, sending shivers down the smaller man's spine. Malik's eyes widens further, as he sees a faint, but noticeable scar on the right corner of the assassin's mouth.
"Altair…" he manages a whisper, his grip on his papers coming loose; all of them falling out of his hand. He is shocked to see that familiar scar, as if a ghost is coming back to haunt him; but this time, it isn't in his dreams. Altair just grinned at his shocked expression, refusing to lose eye contact with the raven haired man.
"Malik, you drop your papers again," Clay stated, but Malik just ignored him; for at this moment, he felt as though, he and Altair were the only people here.