yay for next chapter :D...I certainly have alot of time on my hands, which is good, but now I am starting to get lazy and making these chapters short. This chapter is lacking dialogue, so I do apologize if it gets boring...I am trying really hard, honest :( I am just working more on description, cuz I am really awful at it. Well, atleast the AC boys are bonding...I guess you can say that.
Oh, I also would like to mention something...everyone that knows of the actual story of Assassin's Creed, then you would know about Altair's story very well, and that he eventually has two kids...well big surprise :D
Ezio had finally found his first class, though it had taken him a lot longer just to find it. He was sitting down in an empty seat, waiting for the teacher to arrive. The classroom was packed with students, tossing paper balls, paper planes, and color pencils like maniacs, while some of them were drawing in their sketch books. Ezio had to have an art class as a subject; one thing that everyone needs to know about Ezio, is that he can't draw for shit or make anything artistic…..is it possible to fail an art class? No….no of course not, you pretty much draw what you feel like doing, right?….like making weird looking shapes and color it with random paint…or is that an option in class?….okay, he might fail. Where is the teacher? Ezio manages to show up for class a few minutes late, but the teacher wasn't even here by that time. This would be a thought, what if something bad happened to the teacher? perhaps he or she has fallen victim to their enemies here in school? Or maybe his teacher is a vampire, and is late because they might be feasting off of someone somewhere right now. And what about the students? Are they all secretly vampires too?...all of these thoughts were making him very paranoid.
Ezio suddenly felt a tap on his shoulder, making him jerk his head up at the stranger. "hi, are you new to this school?" the younger boy asked, with a wide toothy grin. Ezio just nodded his head as a response, too uncertain to even speak. "my name is Sef De Sable….and you are?" He said, extending his hand out in greeting. Ezio was still silent, continuing to stare at the younger man. As he takes in the boys features, he looked oddly like Altair in a way, except his hair looked a bit curly on the ends and had light brown eyes….but then he tried to observe his last name, De Sable, is there a chance he might be related to a certain someone he and his friends are hunting down? Or it could be just coincidence, hopefully it is. Sef sighed, deciding to take the seat next to Ezio and sat down, raising an eyebrow at him, "what's the matter? Can't you talk?" he was smirking at him.
That snapped Ezio out of his thoughts, "uh, yeah…Ezio…my name is Ezio Auditore." He responded, the younger boy smirked even more. Ezio took the chance to look up from under his hood, scanning over the whole classroom again. "would you happen to know where to teacher is?"
the younger man frowned quickly, folding his arms over the table, "no, not really….Mr. Da Vinci can show up at any time, if he could; that man can be quite busy, sometimes too busy to even show up for our class." Sef stated. Ezio opened his mouth to say something, but heard the door open. Ezio's eyes widen at the beautiful sight before him; walking through the door was a thin man, soft pale skin, short blonde hair tied into a ponytail and the brightest blues eyes. If Ezio didn't know any better, he probably thought he was seeing an angel enter the class. Sef was chuckling, noticing how silly Ezio looked with his mouth gaped open. He was nice enough to hold Ezio's chin upwards, closing the Italians mouth for him. "you seem to like the teacher already?" the younger man teased.
"this is Mr. Da Vinci?" Ezio asked, a smile gracing his lips.
"yep, he is our art teacher." Sef mused. He quickly thought of a devilish idea; he sat up on his seat, raising his hand in the air, "excuse me, Mr. Da Vinci!" the teacher looked over at the young man, "we have a new student here." He grasped Ezio's shoulder, shaking him enthusiastically.
Ezio shot a glare at the young boy, "what are you doing?"
"having you meet the teacher." he shrugged.
Ezio scowled at his new friend then turned to look at the teacher standing in front of the table, grinning at him. The Italian was surprised how close the blonde had gotten, but easily felt distracted by this man's beauty. Mr. Da Vinci held his hand out, "may I see your schedule…please." Ezio obliged, slowly giving the paper to the man, his hand trembling, but the blonde didn't even notice as he takes it happily. Mr. Da Vinci began to read over his schedule, nodding his head in approval. "yes, well, it is nice that you will be joining us….Ezio Auditore." He gave a warm smile, making Ezio's heart melt; he gave his schedule back, turning around to head back to his desk. "oh….Ezio." Mr. Da Vinci turned back around, "I do apologize, but I do not approve of my students wearing any kind of headwear in my class, so please, would you mind taking your hood off?" he asked politely.
Ezio's face paled, he completely forgot about his little problem; this room was bright and very well lit, any exposure can mean trouble. His teacher, the one who he is so suddenly very fond of, is now his compromise. If he was to refuse, he needed to come up with a convincing excuse and fast, "I…I can't." he stuttered, seeing how quickly his teacher had frowned, crossing his arms in question. "I…I…have a skin condition?...yeah, a skin condition; I get easily burned with any contact with bright lights. I have already suffered from severe burns before, and let me tell you, it isn't pretty." He chuckled. Nice cover Ezio….very nice.
Mr. Da Vinci started to furrow his brows at him, almost shooting him a skeptical look. Quickly he began to smile again, "Oh, you poor thing, I am sorry….I didn't know," he quickly apologized. "hold on, let me dim the lights a bit….if that will make you feel better." he did so by turning a knob for the light switch, making the room darker. Ezio smiled, finally feeling safe he removed his hood off his head; in a way, he felt comfortable now the room wasn't a death trap to him anymore, but mostly because he has grown to like his first teacher already….it wasn't all that bad, he could tell that he was going to like it here. Mr. Da Vinci clasped his hands together, smiling to the whole class, "well, let us begin….I hope that everyone has brought their assignments today for grading."
"you satisfied now?" Ezio turned his head to look at Sef, who was giving him an amused look. "now you don't have to worry about being burned to crisp." Okay, he seemed too amused.
"yeah, great." Ezio attempted to smile but failed, knowing how much of a close call that was; just hearing his new friend making such a joke, it was not even funny to him. Luckily for him he doesn't have to worry so much, the teacher was on his side….a little.
Sef had a smug expression on his face, leaning in closer next to the Italian. Ezio raised an eyebrow at the younger man, wondering if he was planning to do something stupid or say another silly comment of some sort. "don't think that I don't know what you are, Ezio." He whispered.
Ezio's eyes widen, he turned to gaze at the boy, "what…what did you…I don't know what you are talking about?" he asked in a low voice, narrowing his gaze at the younger male.
Sef laughed quietly, "don't act innocent….I'm saying that I know that you're a vampire." He stated, Ezio continued to look at him with a shocked expression. "just like I am." He added. Ezio was face to face with another vampire, or so he thought. He didn't even know that this guy was a vampire, how did he not notice before. Also he doesn't seem to be bothered by the light before, how is he immune? Did the light not hurt him in the slightest? Ezio didn't understand. The difficult part was how exactly was he to classify this young man…friend or foe?…..Ezio had a bet that this young man was a foe, just by looking into those threatening eyes; okay so this was no coincidence, this kid might have some relation to Robert De Sable. He could just tell that this wasn't going to go well.
Desmond sighed, propping his head on his hands, waiting for all of his classmates to enter into the room. It turns out that he found his class rather quickly, and notices that he was a bit early with other student as well. Now he has to wait for everyone, including his teacher to arrive. He sighed again, starting to feel bored of doing nothing but sit and wait. He turned his head to the right to stare at three girls chatting about something, then they started giggling as they quickly gave a short glance at him. Desmond looked away, acting as if he wasn't paying any attention to them. A faint shadow was looming over him, making him look up slowly. It was one of the girls, the one with the short brunette hair that came up to him. "uh….can I help you?" he asked nicely to her.
She smirked at him, "you're a new student here right?"
"um…yeah" he said, almost hesitating.
"well, it is a pleasure to meet you. The name is Rebecca Crane." She offered a hand in greeting.
Desmond smiled, taking her hand calmly. "Desmond Miles." He said, shaking her hand thoughtfully. She seemed nice….Desmond could tell she isn't much of a threat to him, not that he would assume so.
More students had entered the classroom, all of them occupying an empty desk, which would be their own seat. "okay, I just going to go ahead and ask you something…if that is alright with you?"
"well shoot." Desmond smiled at her, as she continues.
"you see my friends over there?" she pointed to the right where her friends are sitting.
"uh….yeah." he nodded, looking over at them. The two girls looked away from him, feeling shy and giggling with each other.
"yeah, well….one of my friends think that your cute…..and was wondering if maybe you would….I don't know, hang out with her sometime?" she said, leaning over his desk, anticipating his answer.
Desmond frowned, not at all surprised, but not really comfortable with that question. He truly didn't believe that he should be dating a mortal, not that he hasn't before, just that since he has been going through some changes from human to vampire, he just thought that he couldn't mate with a human because they are going to be his food source someday. But, there really wasn't any rush, he isn't even close to being a full fledge vampire yet; so he supposes it wouldn't hurt to have some fun while he is still considered normal. He lifted his gaze to look at Rebecca, smirking at her. He was about to say something to the brunette, when he was cut off by some other student looming over him.
"who the bloody hell are you?" Desmond directed his gaze at the British male; he quickly took notice of the man being the only one in the class wearing a sweater vest over his white shirt. The red head scowled, glaring at him through those dorky looking glasses, making him look like an angry nerd. "and why are you in my seat? Get lost!" he slammed his backpack onto the desk, making Desmond jump from the seat.
"Shaun!" Rebecca cut in, getting the Brit's attention. "he happens to be new here, he didn't know that he was taking anyone's desk, so give him a break."
"oh, but you let him do it anyway." Shaun spat at her, "besides, I couldn't care less if he is new or not, I only care that this wanker had picked my desk when there are other empty ones around him!"
"hey, just chill." Desmond decided to speak up to him.
"I will 'chill' when you get your sorry arse away from my desk, go into the back of the class and find a vacant seat of your own." He sneered, pointing to the back row of desks in the classroom.
Desmond narrowed his eyes at him, slowly beginning to smirk, "you know what?...with the way your attitude is, I don't think I want to move now. Maybe if you were to ask nicely…." Shaun's scowl only increased, balling his fists even tighter. By now the whole class was quiet, watching the two get in each other's faces.
"what is going on here?" Desmond and Shaun turned to see an older woman standing in front of the class, giving them a cold glare, her hands on her hips.
Rebecca stood in front of the two, holding her arms up defensively. "oh…nothing Ms. Sforza, we only had a bit of a misunderstanding with the new guy, is all." She was getting a fair share of that cold look as well.
Ms. Sforza started eyeing the unfamiliar young man, "a new student?" she casually walked up to him slowly. "your schedule." She demanded, holding her hand open to him. Desmond searched through his pockets to find his schedule, and after a moment he found it and gave it to her. She looked over the assigned classes, raising an eyebrow for some reason….which Desmond had no idea what she may be thinking. She looked at him with a smile, "here you go." She said, returning it back to him. "feel free to pick any seat you like." And with that Desmond did as she says.
Rebecca scurried over to her desk; Desmond decided to leave the current desk he had taken away from the angry Brit, instead walking to the back to get an empty seat. As he settles down into his desk, he noticed that Shaun was still glaring at him; Desmond only gave the man a mutual look. 'man….what the hell is his problem?' he thought to himself. The stare off seemed like an eternity between the two, until Shaun finally turned his back on him. Desmond continued to glare at the nerd, for some reason he just couldn't take his eyes off him; he didn't know if it was a new feeling of anger towards the other male that made his eyes start to wander. At the moment his mind was completely blank to what he was doing, he didn't even process the fact that his eyes were drifting to a lower part of Shaun's back, and lower and lower….Stop that! Desmond blinked a few times, waking himself up from his little trance….was he…checking him out just now? His face was flushed, he quickly turned his head to the side, facing the wall, feeling embarrassed.
Malik was frozen under Altair's glare, feeling like he couldn't move an inch. He was growing tense, feeling his blood boil, rage building up quickly just by looking into those devilish eyes. He cursed himself for meeting those eyes again, seeing this man again, in this school…in his class. Malik grew more irritated, the way the other male was grinning at him, almost as if he was mocking him in some way. "Mr. Al-Sayf…" Malik diverted his eyes to his teacher, looking dumbly at him, "you may take your seat now."
Malik shifted on his feet, realizing the whole class was staring at him. A faint blush tinted his cheeks, feeling embarrassed now. "yes sir…" he muttered, walking past Altair, going down the row of seats, reaching a desk near a window in the back. He dropped his backpack to the floor, slumping down into his seat, keeping his head low to avoid making eye contact with the golden eyed man.
Altair began to frown, still staring at the smaller man with a raised eyebrow. "Mr. ibn La'Ahad, you may sit in any desk that is available." Mr. Vidic said, gesturing to the desks in the back row. Malik shot his head up, realizing that there is an empty desk next to his; he was just hoping that Altair wouldn't dare choose this one. Altair made his way to the back, casually sitting down next to Malik; he smirked at him, earning a scowl from the smaller man. "alright, let us begin our lesson on the skeletal system." Mr. Vidic said enthusiastically, beginning to write on the board.
Altair glanced over at Malik, watching him pulling out a notebook and pen from his backpack to take notes. He leaned in close to him, "hey Malik" He whispered as best he could so not to disrupt the lesson. "Malik…"
"don't talk to me." Malik said harshly, trying to keep his voice down. Altair leaned back in his chair, feeling slightly confused. Then again, he hadn't forgotten what had happen last night, what he was going to do to Malik. But the way Malik was seeing it; he thought that Altair was going to kiss him. Altair was blushing at that thought. The younger man was probably upset about that, of course that would be the only reason; he didn't know that Altair was a vampire, or even Lucy for that matter. Altair gave one final glance to the younger male, wondering if Malik thought of him a pervert now; he smirked, looking away from him and at the board. Malik paused in his writing, glancing at the taller man a few times to see if he was still watching him, but it seems that the other was caught up in his thoughts….perhaps daydreaming….but what was he daydreaming about? The more he thought about it, the more his face reddens. He continues with his writing, hoping that it would clear his mind of such perverted thoughts.
Altair just realized something, he doesn't seem to be in the mood to kill or feed on anyone around him. That was surprising; he could have lost control over himself and started feasting on everyone. Yet, when Malik came in at the right time, he must have forgotten about it….but how was that possible? Altair found this rather odd; usually he would attack anyone that looked appetizing to him in an instant, especially when he isn't able to restrain himself of his hunger. It was like a much powerful force has taken over his dangerous mind, like it somehow tamed the beast within him, and now he feels….normal again, well almost. That's when Altair had a thought….perhaps Malik could be useful to him, make him a close acquaintance; he will have to keep him around just in case he does go crazy again, just to be sure. He doesn't want to get his hopes up though, but he is determined to find out.
For some reason, Altair was getting the feeling he was being watched. When he darted his eyes around the classroom, he noticed someone was indeed watching him. Across the classroom, on his right, a man wearing a white hoodie was turning his head slightly toward his direction. Though, with the hood almost covering his face, Altair couldn't really tell what that man was thinking. Until suddenly, the guy started to smirk devilishly; this enraged Altair, he knew a threat when he sees it, and this guy is making it quite obvious. Altair has found his enemy, but he isn't allowed to fight anyone, or kill them either. The classroom door opened suddenly, an older woman walked through and over to Mr. Vidic. She started to whisper something into his ear very quietly. Mr. Vidic nodded his head to her, turning around to face the class, "alright student, I will be stepping out for a while….be sure to behave while I'm gone." He said to them sternly, pointing at them all as he leaves with the other teacher through the door, closing it behind them
This was Altair's chance to confront the hooded man; as he was about to get up, a couple of students had started to swarm around him, all of them being women, blocking his view of the other male. "are you new to this school?" Altair hesitated before nodding. These girls were overwhelming him with questions like, "which school did you transfer from?", "are you a senior?", and "are you single?" and other things that Altair was definitely not prepared to answer. This was seriously getting annoying, almost like fate had done this to him on purpose. He is only getting distracted from his target that seems to be sitting quietly in his seat minding his own business. Not only that, but these young women looked tasty, and it wasn't helping that they are wearing such little clothing on them, exposing their limbs just enough to make his mouth water. Altair turned his head to the side, grumbling under his breath; maybe the sight of Malik will distract him again. He looked over to the raven haired man, watching him flip through pages of his notebook. It wasn't working, not this time. Altair bit his lower lip, as he takes slow steady breaths, trying to avoid looking at anyone; the group of girls continued to crowd around him to see if he was feeling ill.
Malik started to look at Altair, noticing how anxious he was getting. He stood up from his seat, furrowing his brows at the students surrounding the other male, "hey, give the guy some space, he needs to breathe you know." He growled, getting the groups attention. Altair looked at him stunned, instantly feeling relieved that Malik decided to help him out. All the girls were backing off; glaring at him as they slowly went back to their desks. Altair made a small smile as Malik sat back down in his seat, but he didn't really acknowledge it.
"thanks…" Altair muttered, feeling embarrassed. That force was back again, soothing him yet again.
Malik went stiff, looking at the taller man out of the corner of his eye. "whatever…" Malik replied, not bothering to turn his head fully to look at the other. He didn't want to make friends with Altair, but when Lucy had told him that Altair was related to her, he felt like he couldn't block him out of his life and ignore him completely….he was only speaking to him for Lucy's sake. He sighed, resting his head on his hands, rubbing his temples softly. Malik suddenly realizes that his head was throbbing; it was not some migraine headache but a massive headache. He shuts his eyes tightly, grasping his head with his hands as the pain intensifies. He felt pressure build up behind his eyes as images started to flash through his mind. He saw blurry white images of blood dripping on the floor...shadow like figures...bodies collapsing on the floor….and fangs? Malik groaned in slight pain, getting very confused to what was projecting into his head.
Altair quickly noticed how his 'somewhat friend' was holding his head as if he was in pain, "Malik….what's wrong?" he asked, showing some concern for him.
"nothing…" he grunted, shaking his head slowly not to exacerbate the pain. He stood up from his seat, one hand holding his head, "I just need some air." He stated, rushing through the row of desks, and walking out the door, not even bothering to close it behind him.
Altair was shocked, very confused by how Malik was reacting just now. His eyes were still glued to the door, hoping that the smaller man would return soon. Since the classroom was quiet again, he could hear other students chuckling, and he could also hear them making remarks like 'what a freak' or saying 'weirdo'. Altair was lost, were they all talking about Malik? Why him? was there something wrong with him? well it seemed clear to him, Malik did act strangely just now. Altair was thinking that maybe Malik was a vampire and he didn't seem to have sense that before. He wasn't certain though, he did just wake up after a long slumber, maybe he was getting rusty or something like that. Then again, he could be wrong, how else would Malik be able to survive in light, without any protective clothing on him. Nonetheless, he will have to keep a closer eye on the raven hair man...and also find out why a mere mortal like Malik can appease him so quickly. He turns his attention back at the hooded man again, realizing that he was staring at him as well, but his mouth was in a thin line, not showing any expression. Altair didn't want to get hasty and start causing trouble; he is in a class surrounded by normal people, and he isn't about to blow his cover because of this guy. Perhaps he will have to wait until class is over, so he may have….a 'talk' with him later.
Malik rushed to the nearest restroom, glad that there was no one in there to see him in panic. He had turned on the one of the sinks, starting to wash his face a couple of times, letting the water cool into his eyes. After he had wet his face with a hand full of water for the last time, he looked up into the old mirror as if to see something strange about his reflection. He was panting in short but heavy breaths, trying to calm himself of these strange images, "what the hell was that? What was I seeing just now?" he spoke to himself, leaning forward to rest his head against the mirror, feeling half exhausted and sick at the same time.
Yeah, since I had decided to add Altair's sons into this AU, I thought it would spice things up a bit. I already know how Darim looks like, but I don't really know what Sef looks like...(sigh) oh well, expect to see them again very soon.
I have been having a bit of a headache at the time I was working through this chapter...then it gave me an idea to share the pain with Malik since I luvs him soooo much :3 this story will get more interesting, just bare with me...please