DMC: sorry it took so long, I promise I've been working on it! I just got busy with Midterms, but since Spring Break is in a day, I should be able to post the rest in no time! Thanks for reading! Enjoy!

Warning: THERE WILL BE LANGUAGE IN THIS ONE! Also, this is slash (just reasserting that)! You know lemon, yaoi, Shounen ai, fluff, and all that Jazz or so which you call it, so don't get all mad at me when you come to find it is and you don't like it, I warned you ahead of time and if you don't like it you can leave. I gave you warning. So you don't like it to bad. Flames will go ignored and be deleted. They are a waste of my, and your, time. They are not helpful, and I do not care. Like I said, DON'T LIKE, DON'T READ! Also, there will be some language in here, so if you don't care for it, I'm sorry.

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Perfect for you – Next to Normal

Pairing: Altair and Malik

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It was possibly one of the worst ideas on the face of the planet. Not just on the face of the planet, but ever on the face of the planet. There was no real reason as to why the idea was even formulated in the first place, but none the less, it was there. It was there, and it was the worst. However, there was still the chance that it might possibly work. Who would know for sure?

It was growing late in the year and everything had developed into a whole new season, where snowflakes would dance in the wind, frost would hold tight to the edges of windows as if attempting to get into the houses that were kept warm by the light of a fire. All of Jerusalem in itself was a crisp place. The colors around the beautiful town ran along the lines of green, blue, red, white and softer colors in between. Green for the evergreen trees that lined the outskirts of the town, the houses themselves decorated carefully for the long holiday (1), whether it be with candles carefully placed in their holder for Chanukah (2), bows, ornaments, or things of that sort. The sky was a soft, almost purple blue color, littered with clouds that would, every so often, dump their contents of crisp white and blue flakes, each one special in their own way.

Each house was decorated differently with lanterns, ribbon, candles, cards in windows, and even bells on a number of few. Small, silver trinkets that would make the prettiest of sounds when caught in the wind. Street lights, traditional candle ones, had holly and bows and sometimes lights wrapping up their black spines up to the enclosed white illuminator. All decorated and building up to the main area of focus, the temple of Solomon, where it was decorated finely, and littered with just enough snow to leave it in a luminescent glow that radiated around the temple.

Through it all, walking along on the brown and grey stepping stones was one of the most notorious Assassins himself, Altair. He was a tall, slender male dressed in the normal white garb of the brotherhood. His hood, as normal, remained up to shield his face from prying eyes, none knowing that he smiled almost evilly at them as he passed. In his mind, yes they shouldn't kill the innocent, but they were still all expendable. Always would be.

Only one person had known what that face looked like, and that smile. There was no real reason as to why, it wasn't like they were incredibly close or anything, but still. It was perhaps, the very few times when Altair's mind was not on one of his missions and he relaxed, he let himself take down the guard that had developed with the placement of the hood.

In these few times, the other had stumbled upon him, and they had a small moment of understanding, allowing each of them a time to just sit in silence, but not completely alone. A way that left them with no attachments in the end.

That man was currently running to catch him, his arms beating in time with his steps(2), keeping an eye on the man as he rounded a corner.

As he neared the male, offsetting him due to his blue garbs instead of the usual assassin white, he slowed to a walk and tried to catch his breath. "Altair, glad I caught you." He said, knowing that soon as the male got into his mission, he was almost impossible to catch or see ever again till it was finished.

The male looked to the new guy and blinked a few times, "Yes Malik?" he asked softly, his voice low and deep, ringing through the cool air to the other man as he brushed the hair from his eyes.

"I was just hoping to catch you before you left." He responded, causing the other to raise an eyebrow as he watched him curiously. "I mean, I haven't seen you in a long time, since you hardly come by the fortress anymore, always off on another mission so I was hoping to at least talk a little bit before you left again. After all, we are to be working with one another next time." He said, a bit quickly.

He had always watched the male, talked on very few occasions, and idolized the hell out of him. They rivaled in experience, but none the less, he was still admirable, even though he did disobey the creed every so often. So he was always flustered when he talked with him.

"It's crazy, how messed up the place has become from the Crusades, but still, during the most beautiful time of worship, they all come together and find peace." He said as he walked beside the other assassin, looking up at his taller demeanor.

"Um, yes Malik," Altair responded, almost uncaringly "I totally think that's cool, and I care and all but-" he was promptly cut off by the other male who quickly spoke again.

"I love you." He said before his eyes went wide and he covered his mouth quickly. He couldn't believe he had said it, especially to the other assassin, who most likely didn't swing that way, nor cared to ever find someone special in his life at all anyway. So for the strong book worm, Malik, to suddenly say that, it was probably asking to be stabbed.

"Ah," he said trying to think of something else to say and cover up his slip up, god his brother would never see him the same again. "The whole war is insane, there's disease everywhere and death, and destruction is practically become our name, so it's crazy everything can get so ca-lm…" he finished, trailing off as he saw the look on Altair's face.

The male tilted his head slightly, slowing to a stop in the street as he eyed the dark haired male beside him who just continued to ramble on about something that he wasn't too sure he cared about. "This is one fucked up seduction." He muttered before he licked at his scarred lips.

Malik froze at this as he practically could sense that if he took another step he would choke on his words and stumble forward over his own feet.

Sighing, Malik shrugged as he slipped his hands into the pockets of his outer most coat, the blue material on the inside soft to the touch still from lack of use. His fingers were getting colder as the night drew on, and snow slowly beginning to fall once more. White, that's practically all that was around them, white, white, white. A bluish sort of white that came from the pure, untouched snow's shadows. Small glittery pieces flickering rainbows into the eyes of all who looked at them as the fresh flakes began to settle, slowly, probably going to add at least another inch of snow.

"Look, I know you may not care," he began, deciding that he might as well get this out of the way, before their mission together, so it wouldn't be weird between them. It allowed Altair to decide just how he felt about it, giving Malik the chance to accept it, instead of trying to pretend it didn't happen. "Yet I still feel, since I threw it out there; accidently mind you, that I like you a lot, that I have to just explain myself."

Altair knew that something was coming that he wasn't prepared to hear, and probably never would be, so he debated on tuning him out or not, but when he heard Malik say "I am perfect for you" he felt compelled to listen. "I am so much like you, but so opposite at the same time. We are equal in the assassin's group, each as powerful. We both are strong, and I know I would support you in all ways. I am more of the louder nerdier type, caring for my brother and all, and you are silent, but that's probably why I am so drawn to you." He said, trying to think of how to explain it, only finding that, the longer he spoke, the harder it got.

Looking away from the male dressed in white at last, Malik looked down to the white floor, and couldn't help but frown, must everything be so matching to the other male, and remind him of the other's perfect physique?

"I suppose we would be perfect for one another." Altair said after a moment or two. Those moments seemed so long to Malik, but in the end, it seemed as if the answer came to fast, and he just couldn't comprehend what was said. Was that a good thing? A bad thing? Did he feel the same?

"But I'm so messed up Malik, so busy and so tainted by the creed that I don't feel that we can pursue anything." He said after a moment, reaching forward to touch the shoulder of the male gently. It was probably the gentlest touch he had ever given, and the nicest he would ever be, so Malik would have to relish in the moment."I don't want to hurt you." He said before his hand fell to his side once more, resting on the hilt of his sword.

Turning, he began to walk from the assassin, planning on continuing his mission. "Though," he said as he paused, taking a look over his shoulder at the stunned male, "don't take that as any lack of affection." He said softly, a smile playing at his lips as he wandered away, disappearing into the white of the snow, an Eagle, ready to kill its prey, leaving Malik standing, staring off after him dumbfounded, a blush trickling onto his cheeks.

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DMC: Yes it was short, and totally lacking in anything hot, but still. It might turn out to something more in another song, but for now, it's so innocent. After all, the song is very innocent.

I have a few from that show due to the fact that only one section from my ipod was open (you know how you can sort it according to certain things? Yeah, that's how) and so I don't have many things to stumble upon. None the less, I thought this one fitting for them, before everything began. It will get better, I promise!

Sorry for the lack of any hotness, and for being really choppy this chapter.

So let me explain the notes:

I did a little research as to what is more commonly celebrated there during that time in history, if I happen to be wrong at all, or you can explain more of the holiday to me, like what it looks like and what not, please do as I am not too familiar with it. I don't want to get anything wrong and risk offending someone I never meant to offend in the first place. Thanks

This is set before their event in which Malik loses his arm. As such, here he has both, even if it wasn't mentioned in too much detail here. None the less, please don't be confused by that, I tried to mention it as the story went on, but if you were still confused, I'm sorry.

Thanks for reading! Review?