A/n: Sorry for the long hiatus, a lot has happened since the last time I updated. As a treat, two new chapters!
Chapter 4
As soon as Altair left Malik's room, the Grand Master Dai slammed the door after Altair. Hajar and the newly arrived novice all quaked under the angered expression of the Grand Master.
"I do apologize, novice. What is that you need of me?" The said novice gave a soft sniffle before scuffling over to him.
"I… I have a letter from Master Rauf, Grand Master." Altair accepted the letter with a nod of his head.
"Thank you, novice. Hajar, take him to go get food." The two fled the base in fear.
With a sigh of annoyance, Altair too left the bureau. He jumped up to the roof. From there he proceeded to jump and run over roof tops. The wind flew into his hood and cooled the sweat and his anger.
Malik gave a deep, rage filled sigh. The Dai flexed his shoulders while counting to ten. Nothing made his anger erupt more than that Grand Master Novice.
"Stupid Altair and his stupid face." Malik grumbled out.
He turned to his storage chest. While digging in it, he pulled out the bowl of oranges that Altair had gotten for him. After managing to peel some of the rough skin off, the one armed man bit into the citrusy fruit. A groan of pleasure escaped him due to the coolness that provided his mouth and the flavor that assaulted his tongue.
"He might be a stupid novice, but…" Malik sighed fondly before he could finish his sentence.
Sitting in his chair, the tired Grand Dai let himself slump forward. After this, the two needed a long, long break from both the Creed and their fellow peers. It was becoming a hassle to deal with each other when they were constantly at each other's throats. Sighing again, Malik finished his orange and began to root around the bureau for parchment and ink to start updating maps for the other Assassin's.
A/n: Woo! Thanks for reading!