This took a lot of editing, but I got it done, FINALLY! Oh, and I liked to let everyone know that Malik is going to get harrassed alot in this story; Which some of you already noticed. I don't know why but I like how he is a victim. I guess it gives Altair a reason to swoop in and kick anyone's ass that even try to hurt his boy toy :3 I suppose he is like some kind of hero to me, I don't know why though.

And, has anyone heard about the petition for FF? I recently heard that the purge on stories have decreased. That is a good thing...I'm hoping that the petition is working now, so that way I can have mature content in my future chapters.

Malik opened the locker door that contained his uniform, already having been unlocked after putting in his combination code. He started to undress out of his now sweaty clothes, removing his shorts first, grabbing his pants from his locker, and slipping them on. He looked back in his locker and found a paper note right beside his folded shirt. Though, this was always expected. He took the note in hand, looking at the words that were written. He sighed….looks like some asshole left him a hateful note once again. Malik brushed it off, crumbling the paper in his hand. He heard giggling on his right; he turned his head and saw three students, still wearing their gym clothing, snickering with one another. He believes he has found his culprits. As they started to leave, their laughter had erupted in the locker room, getting stared at by other students.

As Malik watched them take their leave, he tossed the crumbled paper to the floor. Then he felt someone shove him against his locker. Another guy had just pushed him aside to pass through, peering over his shoulder and laughing quietly at him. Malik scowled, slowly pushing off the locker to stand. He turned his attention back at his locker, taking his shirt off, but afterwards, he froze. His eyes drifted down to his shirt around his arms; eyeing the sweat band on his left wrist, and he frowned.

The students started clearing out of the locker room, all except for Malik. He rather be alone at the moment anyways; this is just one of the places where he can find sanctuary away from everyone in this school…for only a little while. "Malik?"

The raven hair nearly jumped, spinning around to see Altair standing behind him, with his hood down. "Holy shit!" He yelped, but he quickly glared at him, "Why the hell did you sneak up on me like that?! You could have given me a heart attack!"

"Sorry" Altair said calmly, shifting on his feet and holding his hands up defensively.

Malik ran a hand through his dark hair, finally relaxing, "Do you need something, Altair?" Turning back around, he grabbed his white shirt, putting it on, and tossing the sweaty shirt into the locker. "Or, were you planning on finding yourself a locker to use?" He asked calmly, buttoning up his shirt in haste. He was flushed in the face, feeling embarrassed that Altair had startled him. Why is it that it had to be him of all people! Right now, Altair is the last person he would want to see, since what had occurred earlier. What did he want this time? He blushed when he thought that. The taller man is hesitating to speak, as he watches Malik properly fix himself up.

"…I needed to talk with you about something." Altair says finally.

Malik turned his gaze at the man, lifting a brow in question, "About what?" He asked, sounding very annoyed; he rushed to gather the rest of his stuff out of the locker and shutting the door, adding a small lock to it.

Altair took a moment to think about this. He remembers why he is here, and knows it'd be bad to be too abrupt about that topic. "What's been going on with you?" He started off with that. And that made the other man froze, as he was trying to fix his tie.

"I…Don't understand what you mean, Altair. Can you be anymore vague?" Malik asked sarcastically, pulling the straps of his backpack over his shoulders.

"I want to know why everyone is picking on you, Malik." Altair looked at him seriously.

"What makes you think I'm getting picked on?"

"Besides the time with Abbas; you were bullied by those twins just earlier, and now other students are harassing you physically and giving you offensive notes in this dressing room." He had noticed how one of them had pushed him; he doesn't like that other people touching him.

Malik narrowed his eyes at him, "You were spying on me? What….Where you hiding behind a corner of a wall, watching everything that just happened?...A-are you stalking me now?!" He stared accusingly at him. That was an understatement though; and it was pretty clear that that was true just by looking at the taller man's surprised expression.

"Yes-I'm mean no, I just….I" Altair trailed off, unable to think of a proper sentence. He continued to open and close his mouth but not words came out.

Malik was getting frustrated with the silence, and sighed, "Well…..this is becoming quite uncomfortable for me, Altair….So…" He almost turned to leave, but Altair spoke up again, stopping him…

"Wait, just tell me why."

The shorter man glared again, "What is it that you need to know? Sure, I get picked on at times, but so do other students; I'm not just the only one, you know." Altair stayed quiet for a moment, turning his head to the side, not looking at Malik. "This school is filled with morons and they may give me a hard time, but I have gotten used to it. It really is no big deal…"

Then Altair snapped his head up, golden eyes meeting with dark brown eyes. They stood still, staring at each other for a moment, and it felt like this moment was taking forever. Malik was getting uneasy looking into those piercing eyes. "Malik…" Altair started, "Are you a psychic?" He asked.

Malik's eyes widen, "W-what?"

"Are you able to see the future?" Altair rephrased his question; he takes a step toward him.

Malik stared at the man, looking almost surprised. It seems Altair had discovered about his special gift. And when people find out they tend to ask this question a lot when they're skeptical. It's the same with the twins, when they were supposedly interested in him; afterwards, they began attacking and hurting him. And now that he learned from that mistake, he sure as hell isn't going to go through that again. Malik furrowed his brows, "What's it to you anyways?"

Altair made the same expression, except his is more confused. What was up with the change in attitude? "I am asking because I want to know the truth." He said calmly.

"The truth? Is that the reason why you came to see me?"

"Well, this would be the only way I can find out, right?"

"Please, you're just here to make fun of me just like the others."

Altair shook his head, "I assure you that I have no intentions for that. I am just here to….talk."

"Oh really?" Malik raised a brow.

Altair nodded his head, "Yes"

Malik sighed heavily, averting his eyes, looking down at his feet, "Why should you care so much when it doesn't concern you?"

"Because….You and I are friends, Malik. I believe telling a friend about your problems helps you feel better about yourself." Altair said simply.

"Friends?" Malik gave a questioning look, almost as if it was the most absurd thing he has ever heard of. "Let's get one thing straight…..We are not friends." He clarifies in a sneer.

"Why do you deny that?" Altair smiled, crossing his arms over his chest.

Malik scowled, "You're such an idiot. I am not denying anything."

"Look, I'm just trying to…" Altair took another step; barely realizing, Malik took a step back, keeping a distance between them both.

"Stay away from me, Altair." He warned.

"What's wrong?" He tried to move again.

"I said stay away!"

The taller man froze where he stood, narrowing his eyes, "Why are you acting like this?"

"Because, you are a fool!" He snarled, his hands balling into fists.

"I don't understand-"

"Of course you don't. You just can't seem to get that through your head, can you? What made you think I actually liked you? Because, I never said I did. You keep thinking that we are friends; and you think we have some kind of relationship, but really we don't. So why do you even bother wasting your time hanging around with me?!" He spun around and tried to walk away again, but felt a calloused hand grab his wrist. He glanced over at the taller man, "Let go of me" He did his best to break loose, but the grip on his wrist was too strong, to his surprise.

"Now, why would I want to do that?" Altair pulled the shorter man closer to him, a smirk creasing his lips.

As he started to panic, Malik kick the man in the legs and shoved him with his free hand, but it had no effect on Altair. "Damn it, Altair, I'm serious!"

Altair swiftly grabbed his other wrist, and carefully reversed him back against the lockers. He pinned the man there, holding his hands above his head. Even after being retrained, Malik continued with his struggling, "So am I" Altair purred; he was now facing him, immediately making Malik blush and turned his head slightly, looking away from his eyes. "You try so hard to avoid me….But, now I have you." Altair said softly.

"Stop it" Malik muttered, squeezing his eyes shut, "Altair…Please"

Altair brought his lips close to Malik's ear, "You say you don't like me, huh? Well…I have ways of making you like me…MalMal." He whispered.

Malik shuddered at those words, the warm breath touching his tanned skin, "Don't….

Altair snapped out of it when the bell had rung loudly. His grip around Malik's wrists loosened, giving the darker man the chance to escape. Once Malik was free, he pushed Altair aside, making a run for it. Altair was in shock, barely realizing what he was doing just a second ago. He thumped his head against the locker, feeling very confused, "What was I….I couldn't control myself…That wasn't me….Malik?" He couldn't believe it; it happened again. He stood up, turning on his heels, and running toward the exit.

Malik stormed through the door to the locker room, walking to the nearest exit. Altair left out the door afterwards, watching as everyone was starting to leave. He quickly searched the court to find Malik, and had spotted him leaving through the door to his left. Altair rushed over, ignoring the voices that were calling out to him, "Altair!" Desmond shouted, carrying his friend's backpack. He glanced at Ezio, "Where is he going without his backpack?" Ezio only shrugged, but he only knew Altair was chasing after Malik for some reason.

Altair was tailing right behind Malik, only staying a few feet away. He continued to pursue him through various hallways since Malik was trying to lose him, but had no luck. Malik looked over his shoulder, and that blush returned to his cheeks, "You're still following me?!"

"Malik, wait…I'm sorry!"

"Leave me alone already, you creep!" Malik began walking faster, but when he reached the corner of the hallway, he had bumped into someone. A tall, bald man had stopped him; he had grabbed Malik by the shoulders before they had impacted with each other. Altair came to a halt, growing pale at the sight of the one holding the shorter man.

The tall man was grinning down at Malik, and then glanced up at Altair. At that moment, their eyes locked.

It's….It's him….Robert De Sable.

Dun Dun DUUUNNNNN! I wonder if I should do that evertime Robert shows up in a chapter LoL XD

I swear, these cliffhangers are happening by accident. I just get so lazy to finish the chapters, that I just stop at the part that is more appropriate...sorry