Yes, everyone…. I am alive!
I am so, so, SO very sorry it's been months since I updated. I just been busy lately with my classes, and because of that, I just lost a ton of motivation to continue working on this one chapter. DAMN COLLEGE TO HELL! And this might be the longest chapter I've worked on so far. And it'll be the last time I do a long ass chapter. 19 pages, my god….I only did this so there wouldn't be so many chapters to add with some of these parts. So, I had to combine them into one. And it wasn't easy….I had to edit and re-edit a lot of stuff on here.
But, if you all are angry with me, I understand. I am a little angry at myself. But, I do hope you are still following this fic as it is not dead. I'm just very, very lazy as hell. So plz do enjoy. Now I am going back to sleep!
P.S. If you notice anything that seems a bit of an error, and needs fixing, be sure to tell me.
Altair fixed his eyes on the clock set on the wall to his right. He was stuck with another boring lecture; the teacher was talking while he continued to keep his eyes glued to the ticking clock, feeling a bit too eager to leave this class.
He was getting sick and tired of staying in this school, just waiting for something interesting to actually happen. He would like to have a little bit of excitement for once, regarding what happened just a few days ago. The whole idea of being in this school was to be undercover and find some clues that may be linked to the vampire Robert De Sable. At least that was the reason he was told. And it was rather convenient enough the bastard was actually working here and that pretty much saved Altair the time to actually seek him out. He is certain that man is Robert, even if he acts like he's never seen him before in his life, it doesn't exactly excuse him of being innocent though.
He made a heavy sigh. Now he's starting to get frustrated, he can't think straight. Well, at least this way he has these other thoughts occupying his mind, distracting him from thinking about Malik all the damn time!
And it barely occurred to him that he's getting a bit thirsty too; strange, earlier he already consumed some blood that would last him for a while. It wasn't helping that everyone's scent was getting to him, and it'll probably get worse. He sat up straight from his hunched over posture, glancing at the teacher, then at the door. He raised his hand up hesitantly, finding it weird to do this to get the teacher's attention, but that is what his friends have said if he wanted the teacher to notice him. "Yes, do you have a question?" She asked.
"Yes uh, May I be excused?"
The elder lady crossed her arms over her chest, raising a brow at him, "Excused? And where are you going exactly?" She gave a questioning stare. And of course, all the students have to stare at him, like it's their business to know.
The hooded man was hesitant for second, but thought of what to say quickly, "I….I need to go….see the nurse?" He said carefully, glad his hood was shielding his eyes in case the woman figures out he could be lying, "I'm feeling a bit dizzy all of a sudden." That part wasn't a lie though. The stench of these humans were making him feel a bit weak, so it's important that he leaves now.
The teacher looked at him suspiciously, and after a few seconds glaring, she sighs, "Very well…I shall right you a pass." As she went to her desk to do just that, Altair had also said if he could take his backpack with him. The woman narrowed her eyes right at him, but Altair couldn't care less; he just wants to leave. She reluctantly sent him away, knowing that he was just wasting her class time. Once the golden eyed man received the note, he took his backpack, quickly leaving the classroom with the door slamming behind him.
Altair sighed, sticking his hands into his pockets as he started his walk. To hell with these classes. He's not going to waste any more of his time sitting around and doing nothing. He has more important things to do. He knows for sure he'll have a talk with the others about changing plans.
His eyes darted around, looking through the hallway, trying to see if there was a place he could be alone. If he's going to have his little snack, he needs to find a perfect spot hidden completely from view. He came to a stop, coming across a janitor's closet. The door was conveniently open and the lights were off. This will do just fine. Altair looked around; making sure no one was watching him, which to his surprise no one was. Anyone that was in the same corridor as him, were not looking in his direction. He easily slipped inside the room, quick and carefully closing the door behind him. He sat with his back to the door, removing his hood, and zipping open his backpack.
He'll have to make this quick before anyone finds out he's in here.
Altair felt satisfied after he finished….For now. He isn't so used to drinking blood out of a piece of plastic; not that he's going to complain. It just doesn't feel the same as when he used to feed off of humans. He misses the contact of human flesh against his lips; teeth puncturing into their skin, sucking the blood from their bodies and enjoying how much they squirm and twitch as they become lifeless in his arms. And as they die slowly, it always gives him this strange but good feeling in his chest; like he desperately craves this kind of pleasure, and he'll just go mad without it, he doesn't know why though. So having to resort to this might not suffice for long, but really who knows how long he can keep up with this. It wouldn't surprise him at all if this need will eventually drive him crazy, forcing him to feed on mortals once again.
He became alarmed when hearing the blasted bell ringing through the halls. He's going to have to meet up with the others now.
He slowly opened the door, peeking out and watching a few students pass by without noticing him exiting the janitor's room. Altair was looking back and forth just to be sure no one had seen him as he started to walk.
As he was making his way through the corridor, he spotted a group of vampires to the side, right in front of a classroom door. All of them were just standing there, discussing amongst each other. One guy from that group watched him as he passes. The male had a dark skin complexion, short dark curly hair, and his short beard covering his jawline. Suddenly the other students started to look at him, causing Altair to avert his eyes. He was moving along, a little bit faster in his pace, pretending he hadn't noticed them. It seemed to convince them to continue on with their business, but that one guy from the group stepped out and started to follow.
It took a moment for Altair to realize that he was being stalked. Judging by the familiar scent, it appeared to be the same one from the group just a second ago. Was he trying to follow him? He started moving through the crowd of people in the hall as if trying to lose the other, but he knew he wasn't going to shake him off his trail that easily. If anything, the other is capable of catching his scent when they are this close in range.
Altair suddenly dashed off in a different hallway where there were less people now and the other man continued to tail behind him from a distance as if not to be detected. There was no denying it; this guy was after him, but not for long…
The taller man took a sharp turn around the corner of another hall. The other man took a few moments to sneak up carefully until he was close enough to the corner, he was immediately grabbed by the collar of his shirt, being pulled into an empty classroom and was slammed into the wall. The newcomer was staring wide eyed as Altair's scowl increases. "Who are you?!" Altair growled, moving his hand to the man's neck, making a vice grip while his other hand was prepared to punch a hole in his face, "Why were you following me?!" The man didn't answer, whether he did that purposefully or he's overtaken in fear. "Answer me! Unless you wish for me to rip your head off!"
The shorter man raised his hands in a panic, "Wait, wait! I wasn't going to harm you!" He said, looking rather terrified.
Altair scoffed, "Trust me, I'd be more worried about yourself," His grip around the other's neck became tighter. It was enough to choke him, but still able to breathe, "Speak now! Who are you?!"
The other man didn't have much of a choice in this predicament so he just started off saying his name, "You may call me Rauf….I am friendly, I swear to you." He was so startled by being grabbed and pulled up like some rag doll. There's no doubt they are a bit of a match in strength, but the taller man was more superior than him and the gleam in those golden irises makes his eyes almost impossible to look into them.
"Okay…" Altair started slowly, "So tell me then, Rauf….Any reason why you were stalking me just now?"
"I swear I wasn't doing anything wrong-"
"Of course you weren't…" Altair growled. He could just dispose of him quickly and be done with this, but he'll have to hear what he has to say before spilling any blood.
"Look, t-the reason why I followed you was…Because I was looking for this guy I saw yesterday, and I might have confused you for him…." Altair raised an eyebrow at him as he continued, "But I immediately lost sight of him that day, so today I tried looking for him again, and when I saw you, I decided to follow after you. I have to admit, you both look very similar. But, looking closely at your face now, you two do look a bit….Different."
Well, this somewhat makes sense. He completely forgot he had his hood down, "Oh really now? What makes you think were not the same person then?" Altair asked, suddenly a bit curious.
The man was more than eager to respond, "You appear to have golden eyes while the boy has brown eyes, and you have a scar on your face which I realized the boy lacks one. It's odd….You could be like twins. Would you happen to be?" The taller man gave a bored sigh as he released the shorter man. This was a waste of time.
"I don't have a twin, nor do I have any siblings; I have always been an only child," He answers as he back tracks from him. Is this newly gained information something he should be concerned about? Not really. Why should he be? For all he knows, this guy could be lying out of his ass to trick him or he could be doing so only to slow him down. "Besides, this matters little to me, so I'll let you be on your way. But only because you realized that you had the wrong person. Whoever it is you are looking for, you're only wasting your time here….But most importantly, mine!"
Altair turned on his heels about to take off but was stopped when he heard the other exclaim. "But there is no need for that! It turns out you are the one I was supposed to find!" That instantly made the golden eyed man freeze where he was, but he didn't turn to look at him.
"What?!"
Rauf carefully took a step forward, "Would you happen to be…..Altair Ibn La' Ahad?"
The taller man turned his head slightly, "Why do you ask?"
"Wait, I have something here…" Rauf took this moment to reach for something in his back pocket, pulling out a folded up paper. He began to unfold it, and Altair finally decided to turn around to look at him. The shorter man held up the paper to reveal a drawing of Altair, a sketch of him from the neck up. It was a perfect image of him. Altair cocked his head to the side, raising a questioning brow, "This is you, is it not? I was given a perfect design of your features; that way, I wouldn't have any trouble recognizing for you when I arrived here. And it's a good thing too! I could have ended up following that other kid."
"Just hold on a minute! You've been looking for me? For what reason?" And most importantly he would like to question where this guy had gotten a picture of his face; a very detailed one at that.
And Rauf replied, "Well, let me explain...I was given specific orders from my boss to track you down. And it turns out that this city is the exact location where William said you were hidden…But, I have to admit, when I was given this description, I had expected you to be….More scarier. I was told that you were a monster, which didn't make much sense to me because you're hiding out in a school of all places," He chuckled and Altair rolled his eyes at that statement. So, this man knows Bill, huh? "He also said that you knew my boss personally; would you happen to know a man named Giovanni Auditore?"
Hearing the mention of that man's name made Altair lower his eyes to the floor, balling his hands into fists, "Yes….Yes, I do. What does he want?" He asked in a low, strained voice.
"Well, by his orders, I am to escort you out of this town as soon as possible and bring you to our base. He really would like to help you. There is much more to be explained once you are in our care." This wasn't making any sense to Altair. He could recall the man having a grudge against him. Giovanni never liked his company, and he also tried to kill him before too. Probably the one person in the Auditore family he disliked the most.
Rauf blinks a few times when hearing Altair laugh softly, "Help?" He shot his eyes up at him, that glare he had previously was back, "The last thing he would want to do is help me."
"But, he…"
"I know for a fact that he detests me; he was one of many people that rather have me dead than alive. And now you're saying that he wants to protect me?"
"But of course!" Rauf responded, "Things happen to be different now, my friend; despite what might have happened in the past, he finds it important that you stay hidden with us as long as possible where you will be safe."
"And then what? You just expect me to be okay about this and lead me back to your brotherhood, where they will be determining my fate? After everything they did to me?!" Altair almost shouted, narrowing his eyes.
Rauf had his mouth gaped open as if he wanted to speak, but went quiet for some odd reason. Altair didn't know what to make of his expression. His looked confused; like that answer was a huge shock to him. "But, that is just the thing…" He spoke again, "No one from the brotherhood knows that you are awake."
"What do you mean?" He raised a brow.
"This is a secret operation, Altair. Our brotherhood has no knowledge of you being freed from your burial chamber. And I believe you were locked up for a very good reason." He said, sounding very sure of himself. "We would get into deep trouble if anyone from the order knew about you, and all of us would be facing death. Didn't William say anything about that?"
Altair was a bit puzzled by this. It would seem that as William was explaining the plan to extract his blood and use it to make some kind of cure, he failed to include this little bit of detail about it being a secret. Why didn't he mention this to him? Unless he forgot? Surely he must have known about this; otherwise, why would he put his own son's life at risk, and even the others?
And then there's the problem with Giovanni. He actually plans to relocate him in a different area. Altair cannot allow that, not if it means killing Robert De Sable a second time, and being rid of him for good. He shall not give Giovanni that satisfaction of ruining his chances. "Bastard…." Altair muttered under his breath, his eyes filled with anger. He turned to glare at Rauf again, "Be sure to tell your boss, that I'm not going anywhere!" He scowled, and starts to walk out of the room.
Rauf's eyes widen, "W-Wha…What?" He runs up to get in front of Altair, holding his arms out, looking seriously at him, "I'm sorry, but I can't let you go, Altair; you do not realize how urgent this is."
"Maybe you haven't realized how much I don't give a damn. Even if I did want to go see Giovanni face to face, I cannot leave; there is a man that needs to die, and I cannot afford to waste more time. And if you or anyone else tries to stop me, I'll have to kill you as well." He threatened. Rauf cowers back, droppings his arms to his sides. He certainly made his point that there was no convincing him.
As Altair began to storm off, Rauf turned around, "Wait!" Altair stopped again, but didn't bother to look back. "A-At least reconsider this. If you stay here, you might end up in danger!"
"I really don't care." Altair said simply, and stalked forward.
When he knew Altair was gone, he whispers, "Well, I tried."
Shaun walked up to the small table where Malik sat. "Hey, Malik…" He greets his friend as he took a seat across from him, setting down his food tray.
Malik had his chin propped up on his hand, glancing up at the red head, "Oh, hey, how's your day going so far?"
Shaun sighed, "Oh, you know, annoying as usual…..My freakn' history teacher was getting on my arse today; I somehow 'insulted' the man by correcting him about a specific date in the third crusade. Can you believe that?"
Malik just gave him a wry smile, "Hmph, what a jerk."
"I know, right? He just has to make such a big deal about everything I say to him; almost as if I tend to do it to make him look bad. Maybe he has a problem with me. Maybe he's just treating me badly just because I'm gay?"
"The nerve of him…"
"Well, maybe that's not it at all; maybe he's just jealous of my intellect. I mean, does he actually think he is smarter than me just because he's a teacher? I think not!" Malik just continued to nod his head slowly and smile, keeping his eyes glued to the tray. Shaun suddenly realized how Malik's expression saddened a bit, using his fork to play around with the food. "Uh, is something the matter?" He asked.
Malik looked up at him, lifting his head off his hand, "No, what makes you think something is wrong?" He tried his hardest not to show any signs that something was bothering him. Knowing Shaun, half the times he could tell what's on your mind just by observing your body language.
The red head raised a brow, "Well, normally you have to eat your food…Not dissect it like a frog." Malik stopped what he was doing and stared at his friend with a blank expression. Shaun moved his food tray slightly to the side to rest his arms on top of the table, "Come on, what happened?"
Malik knit his brows together, leaning back in his seat, "Nothing,"
"Are you sure? Cuz it looks like to me you have something on your mind," Shaun's lips formed into a grin, "Or a certain someone, perhaps?"
The darker man rolled his eyes, blushing slightly, "Shaun, don't be stupid."
"Am I right? It's that guy again, isn't it? Has your stalker been bugging you lately?"
"Maybe I'm just not hungry; hasn't that crossed your mind?" Malik said, obvious annoyance could be seen on his face.
Shaun pouted, giving him a skeptical look as he decided to drop it, "Okay, if you don't want to tell me, that's fine." Malik sighed as Shaun continued, "If you're not going to eat then, can I at least have that muffin of yours? You took the last one." Again, Malik rolled his eyes, but chuckled slightly as the Brit reached over to claim the wrapped up sweet bread.
"Okay, now it's my turn to pick on you. How's it going between you and Desmond?"
Shaun tensed up, furrowing his brows, "Desmond?" He frowned, "…I don't care about that bloke anymore."
As the two were talking, Desmond had kept his eyes on Shaun this whole time, not letting his gaze waver for even a minute. That is…Until someone's hand came into view, right in front of his face, "Hey! Desmond, are you listening?"
Desmond snapped out of it as he looked up to see Ezio barely taking a seat next to him at their usual table. "Huh, what?"
The Italian man gave a sigh, "Did you not hear me? I was asking if you knew where Altair may be."
"Oh, uh….No, why? I would have thought he'd show up with you."
"Well, obviously he isn't here," Ezio looked around in hopes of catching sight of him, but no luck, "Maybe we should go look for him-" He was about to get up but Desmond interrupted.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, Ezio just relax," He starts pulling the Italian down by his arm, "Don't you think that Altair is old enough to take care of himself? I mean, the dude is ancient, a whole lot older than you and I; so I don't think he needs a babysitter to check up on him every five minutes."
The Italian narrowed his eyes, "You know I can't help it, Desmond. What if he got himself into trouble?"
"Oh, you could be right about that. But, there's nothing to be concerned about; I bet Altair is doing just fine at this moment."
Ezio shook his head, "Hey, we can never be too sure." Leonardo entered the cafeteria with Caterina and he immediately noticed Ezio sitting at a table. He smiled and continued to stare at the boy before being pulled roughly by his arm as Caterina dragged him away. She said her quick apologies to him for this action, but she really doesn't like how Leo was looking at the kid. She is quite aware who that student was.
Shaun glanced over at Desmond's table, watching him and that Italian friend of his sitting very close. "The whole crush thing isn't going so well for you or what?" Malik asked the Brit as he turned back to look at him.
"It's not like it was going to happen anyways…." Shaun responded quietly, his voice having a hint of sadness and irritation.
"So what happened then? Does he know that you…."
"I didn't tell him anything." Shaun answered. "And I don't see why you keep thinking that I have some kind of infatuation for him. Sure Desmond is…Cute, but I was never planning on dating that guy."
Malik looked at him skeptically, "Riiiigght…"
"Besides, he already has someone else…." Shaun stated, looking down grumpily.
"Yeah? Who?" The Brit spared a glanced at Desmond's table again, and it puzzled Malik that he was staring right at Ezio, "Him? Why do you assume it's him?"
"Oh, trust me, I just know…."
Malik kept his gaze on the two before fixing his eyes back at his friend, "So it turns out that Desmond does like men. And you believe there might be something going on between him and Ezio?"
"Absolutely"
"And that doesn't bother you at all?"
"Not in the slightest…I mean, I couldn't care less with who he gets involved with…" He muttered, taking a bite out of the muffin.
Shaun noticed two guys that seemed very much identical to each other, approaching to their table. They stopped right behind Malik. Oblivious of their presence, the darker man looked at Shaun curiously, "What?"
"Uh…Who are they?" Shaun said quietly.
Malik turned around and saw that it was those damn twins again. He scowled as they were smirking down at him, "You again?!"
"Nice to see you again, Malik." Says one of the brothers, he really couldn't remember which was who again.
"We certainly missed you. Did you miss us?" The other brother asked with a mischievous grin plastered on his face.
The darker man just glared at them, "Hardly…"
"You know these two?" Shaun asked, keeping his gaze on the boys before them.
"You can say that"
Both the brothers moved to sit on either side of Malik, much to his dislike. "Oh, come now, Malik. Are you still mad about yesterday?" Says the brother on the right, with his head propped up on his hand, looking into his scornful eyes.
"What the hell do you think?!" Malik growled, but the other just continued to smile.
"You're right, Jake. He really is cute when he's angry." Says the brother sitting on the left, having the same expression as the other twin; they both didn't seem to care for the anger that was seething from the smaller man. Malik took his eyes off the both of them, fixing his eyes on the table, and huffed in irritation. Well, at least he knows which brother he's talking to. What can he do to make them go away?
"Why are you here? You've come to cause me more grief?" He glared at Jake again and the man frowned at him.
He shook his head, "No, not at all; we only wanted to…Apologize."
"Yeah, apologize," Mike agreed, "It was wrong for us to say those things we said to you. We didn't mean any of it, we were just messing around; it's just how we are with everyone else." Malik went silent for a moment, and Shaun continued to stare intently at the three, not knowing what they were talking about.
"Okay, I accept your apology. Can you leave now?" Apology or not, Malik couldn't stand these two being around him right now.
"Now, just hold on…" The brothers scooted closer to him and Jake said, "I can see that we may need to make a compromise here. You see, Malik, we never did realize just how much we liked you; I'm not saying we never did before. Actually, making your acquaintance was much more endearing the first time we met. So why don't we put this all behind us. I'm sure if you took the time to get to know us better, you'll like us too."
"You're kidding me right?" Malik had this perplexed look on his face, "After the torture you put me through, you expect me to just be friends with you now, just like that?"
"Oh, come on, we already said we're sorry. Give us a chance?" Mike practically begged, hooking his arm around his shoulder.
"Won't you forgive us? We promise to be good…" Jake said in a low voice, carefully placing his hand over his leg. Malik had to bite his lower lip, feeling that suspicious hand snake its way up his leg, making him shiver. And he suddenly felt frozen under their touch. This was starting to make him uncomfortable. "Besides, we believe the best way to cope with each other is if we were to be… Closer, wouldn't you agree?"
The darker man looked over at Shaun, who seemed to be getting excited by this sight, "Now I don't know whether to help you," He said with a sly grin, "Or continue watching because this is a bit of a turn on for me."
Malik blushed slightly and rolled his eyes, giving a heavy sigh as he stood up suddenly, "I had enough of this; I'm out of here," He said, storming off to the exit without even looking back. At this, the twins grew annoyed, and a bit disappointed. Malik may run away from them now, but they will have him soon.
Shaun raised a curious eyebrow, "Now what's going on with him?" The brothers turned to glance at the Brit with expressionless faces. Shaun caught them staring at him and his eyebrows flew upward, mouth forming into a thin line, "Why are you staring at me like that?"
The brothers smirked, "We're sorry….I don't think we got your name."
"Hey guys!" Lucy hopped up to the table her friends were currently at, placing her tray down. They both greeted her back as she sat, only to take notice that someone was missing. "Where is Altair?"
"Uh…" Desmond glanced at Ezio who was munching on his cold burger, lowering his gaze from the blonde, "He isn't here…"
Lucy gave an irritated sigh, "Well, where is he then?"
"We…..Have no clue?"
"You cannot be serious…." Lucy had a puzzled expression on her face, "You mean to tell me that you've been sitting here this whole time, and you don't even know where he is?"
Ezio held up his hands defensively, glaring at Desmond, "I made a suggestion to go find him a minute ago, but Desmond didn't want to…" He said.
"I only said that so you wouldn't worry so damn much!" Desmond argued.
Ezio was about to say something back when Lucy cut in, "It doesn't matter, okay? Just go look for him and make sure he's okay, please." She instructed, making the Italian believe she was referring to him only.
Ezio sighed, but did as he was told, "Yes boss…" He began to make his way over to the exit, pushing the door open to leave. Leo caught a glimpse of the Italian as he left the cafeteria.
He glanced at Caterina, who was busy talking with another teacher. He stood up slowly, making her turn her head, "Where are you going, Leonardo?" She asked.
"Oh, um, I am just heading to the restroom." He replied with a smile on his face.
The woman smiled back, "Okay, just be careful when running into some of the students on your way. Don't let any of them trick you."
It's funny how she acts like a mother sometimes. "Don't worry, I'll be fine." Leo chuckled, nodding his head and turned around to leave. Hopefully he'll catch up with Ezio.
This was so unfair, Ezio had thought as he began trudging through the hall. Why he's the only one searching for this vampire alone, he'll never understand.
Now if Altair didn't come to the cafeteria, then that must mean something bad might have happened to him, right? Maybe but then again, maybe not. He is hoping that he didn't get into trouble with another vampire, or worse, his constant thirst for blood. Ezio made sure he gave a few packs of blood to him before leaving to school, and he's pretty much covered there so he doubts that would be the case. Altair probably just decided not to join them and went for a walk instead?
Ezio was about to turn a corner when he came to a stop, and quickly hid back, watching as a blonde girl, as he can tell was a vampire, was flirting and touching another girl. The vampire had one hand on the girl's face, her other hand on her arm, whispering unknown words to her. The girl was staring up at her with her eyes half lidded, her face looking flushed as she was being seduced by this beautiful woman. She must be under some kind of spell; it's evident by her drunk like state she's in.
The Italian observed closely; yes, this trick does seem familiar to him. Vampires used to do this spell only if they wanted to take blood from their victims without there being any sort of struggle. It's just another method to catching their prey while they remain oblivious to them, and it is very effective too. Wait….Could this mean that she could be the vampire or one of the few vampires at least, responsible for attacking and killing off students in this school? That could make sense considering they do this discreetly. It would explain why no one understands how there are people found dead outside the perimeter.
As he continued to watch, he felt a tap on his shoulder, making him jump and almost scream as he turn around quickly to see blue eyes staring up at him curiously which belonged to his art teacher. "Oh, Ezio I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to scare you!" The blonde Italian said apologetically.
Ezio closed his eyes, feeling relieved and taking a deep breath, "Non ti preoccupare…It's okay, really!" He said, giving a big smile and leaning casually with his shoulder to the wall, putting his hands into the pockets. "It's certainly nice to see you again, Mr. Da Vinci." He said charmingly.
"Yes, and I see you're not wearing you hood on this time."
Ezio smiled, "yeah, well I'm starting to feel a little more confident without it. I do like to show off my face once and awhile, you know?" He enjoyed the way Leonardo was giving a warm smile, and notice how his cheeks brightened a bit, "So, what's up?"
"Oh, well I was skipping lunch and decided to go for a little walk and…I just…." Leo took a moment to think about whether this was a good idea or not. "Actually, I didn't find you by accident, I came out here looking for you…." He averted his eyes downward.
Ezio lifted an eyebrow at that response, "You were?"
"Si….I was desperate to see you again." Hearing this statement made Ezio's face feel suddenly warm. Did he actually say that? "I was hoping if we could talk alone….Somewhere private?" He asked softly, his gaze focusing back up at him, "You're not in any kind of trouble, I promise you. It's just something very….. 'Important' I think you should know." He said, putting a hand onto his student's shoulder. Ezio was so distracted, that he did not even realize how fast his heart was pounding in his chest. What could he possibly want to talk about? The way he is talking and his behavior towards him must mean it is something serious. But that mostly depends on what kind of 'seriousness' he could be thinking. Maybe Leonardo is here because of Sef? Could he be the reason for this?
But he suddenly just remembered why he was out here to begin with. Shit, he nearly forgotten about Altair. He still needs to know of his whereabouts. But he also doesn't want to leave Mr. Da Vinci. Though he hates to say it, he really doesn't have any choice, "Uh…Sir, perhaps we could do this another-"
But Leo was quick to interrupt, "Please, it won't take too long. I believe you will like what I have to say." And that was all it took for him to finally give in; there's just no way he could refuse his teacher now. He mentally sighed and hoped that Altair would be okay for a little while longer. He's sure his friend decided to go to the cafeteria after all.
"Okay…"
Leonardo blinked, "Okay?"
"Si, whatever it is you want to talk about, then I am willing to listen."
"Grazie, Ezio….Follow me" Ezio nods his head and begins walking along with Leonardo.
"Sooooo" Shaun started, casting his eyes between the twins who continued to stare at him, "You guys are friends of Malik? I don't think I've ever seen you two around."
For a brief moment, the brothers looked at each other out the corners of their eyes, and a knowing smile flowing across their faces, "Well, in a way, we are….We're actually new transfer students to Creed High." Jake said, "And the only reason we know of Malik is because of gossiping. He isn't exactly a likeable guy from what we heard." He chuckled.
"Yeah," Shaun sighed, "Everyone is always giving him a hard time." He took a bite from his muffin again, "But, it's not entirely his fault. I believe they only treat him differently is mostly because they're afraid of him. Wait a sec….Does that mean you guys know about his…."
"About the visions? Yeah, we know" Mike said, getting up and moving around the table to sit close to Shaun. "And we find it very peculiar how…."
"…Someone is able to see random shit happening all the time." Jake finished his statement. The Brit lifted a brow at them as they gave him a knowing smirk. "But I do admit, Malik is….Rather unique."
"Indeed…..Which is funny how a guy can be that interesting….And attractive too." That smirk on Mike's face grew wider.
Shaun blinked at that statement, "Oh, I get it…." The other two gave him a curious stare, "You two are infatuated with him, am I right?"
"If that's what you want to believe then, yes, we are."
"Then again, we are just that overly affectionate with people."
"But only to the ones we rarely ever like. Sometimes we tend to go after those with a pretty face."
"Kind of like you" Mike gently grabbed Shaun by the chin, turning him to look directly into his eyes, "I think you're cute. It would be quite satisfying if I made you my little pet."
The Brit stared nervously, blushing hard, "Well, that is flattering. I do appreciate…That," Mike was forced to let go when Shaun took hold of his hand, "But, I don't think that we would-"
"Don't worry about it, Shaun. I was just playing with you." Mike added, patting his back. Shaun shyly lowered his eyes.
Desmond hadn't missed how that stranger was holding Shaun so close to him. He shook his head and looked away from the pair; huffing in annoyance, "Don't think I don't know what's going on between you and Shaun." Lucy startled him, "I know that you like Shaun….And not in a friendly way."
"What are you talking about?"
"Oh, you don't know?" She held up here cell phone at him, "Rebecca just texted me a little while ago that you're gay for him."
"What?! How does that prove anything?"
"Do you want to know what she said?" Lucy continued before he could even make a reply, "She said that you wouldn't stop staring at him in class; just like you're doing it now. And it was the same yesterday when you were fighting too." This made Desmond go silent, turning his gaze at his food tray, feeling a bit embarrassed. He honestly didn't realize how much of a habit that was. A hand landed on his shoulder, and he snapped his head to that hand that belonged to the person next to him. It's Machiavelli, with his friend Volpe standing next to him.
"H-Hey, guys, I completely forgot that you have the same lunch as we do." Desmond said. Lucy stared confused at the newcomers.
Machiavelli just smirked, "It's nice seeing you again, Desmond. I could not help but overhear your little conversation."
Desmond's face fell, "Oh…."
"So…" Volpe started, taking a seat next to him, "What were you and your girlfriend talking about just now?" Machiavelli sat across, looking a bit amused by the expression on Desmond's face.
"Oh," Desmond gestured at Lucy, "We aren't dating." He replied.
Volpe looked shocked, "Oh, my mistake."
"Yeah, we're not boyfriend and girlfriend. But, there is a friend of mine that he likes." Lucy smiled, and Desmond sent here the most deadly stare she has ever seen, but all she can do is laugh. "And he's a man."
"A man?" Volpe gave a wolfish grin to the slightly darker skinned man.
"Yep" She replied, looking smugly at him, crossing her arms over her chest.
Machiavelli raised his eyebrows, "Wait, what? You're into dudes? Seriously?!" Desmond's face was burning red.
"I'd never would have thought a guy like you would be a faggot." Volpe snorted, placing his hand to the others shoulder.
"Neither did I!"
Desmond swatted his hand away, "Will you two knock it off?! She's only joking around."
Volpe laughed, "Chill, Des; I'm only teasing. If you say you like dick then that is perfectly fine. We really don't care about your sexual preference."
"Just shut up…" For sure, Desmond's face looked red like a tomato. Now he wished that he could disappear somehow.
"There's no need to feel embarrassed, Desmond." Machiavelli said.
"Yeah, well, I'm not, okay? I'm telling you I'm not attracted to any guy. I'm not gay and I don't like Shaun that way!" Desmond tried to clarify as he shot his eyes at Lucy, but noticing her smile widening.
The hooded man beside him smirked, "Oh, so his name is Shaun, huh?" Desmond's face turned from annoyance to puzzlement.
"N-No, wait I….He's, uh…." Desmond's started, his eyes growing wide open, mentally cursing himself for being careless mentioning the Brit's name.
"Hmm…." Machiavelli held his hand up to his chin, "I think I know three guys in this school that have the name Shaun, but I know one of them is gay. Would it be that one?"
"The one with red hair, looks like a total nerd?" Volpe questioned.
"Bingo." The blonde woman spoke up. Judging by the look on Desmond's face, she knows he's going to kill her for this. But it was totally worth it.
Volpe tried looking around the cafeteria, "I think he has the same lunch time as we do. Is he here now?"
Desmond sighs, "God dammit!"
Altair has been wandering through the empty halls for a short while now. It didn't matter where he was heading to at the moment as he rather be anywhere except for the cafeteria; when he clearly knows the others are there, waiting for him. He's not in the mood to see them anyways. He feels so very irritated, thinking about what that guy had told him. How exactly is he going to deal with this?
He was so deep in his thoughts, he did not see a person approaching him and bumped right into him. Altair snapped his head at the person. A young man with his hair tied back, dark skin along with a small scar over his right cheek. He had this dour expression on his face, brown eyes staring accusingly at Altair's golden ones. Altair couldn't help but scowl at this man. They continued to glare at each other longer than they should have until the young man stood up straight and bowed his head slightly. "Pardon me" He said calmly, then walked away like nothing had happened at all. Well, that was rather random. He honestly believed he would end up fighting this guy, but he they did not. But, something else bothered him a little….Why the hell does this guy smell like a wet dog?
Altair just shrugged that thought, and turned back around only to freeze on the spot. His eyes widened when he saw Abbas and one of his gang buddies standing in his way; their arms were crossed, and they had this mischievous smug on their face. "Altair….Long time no see!" Altair narrowed his eyes, and turned back around, but immediately stopped when two familiar men were blocking his path. "You're not planning on running now, are you?"
"What do you want this time, Abbas?" Altair turned back at him, glowering.
Abbas smirked, revealing his fangs, "We have some unfinished business."
"And your little friends aren't around to help you this time." Swami hissed, already taking a step forward. The other two, except for Abbas, were closing in as well.
Altair scoffed, "I don't need anyone's help to kick your ass again. In fact, I could take you all down at the same time if I wanted to."
He heard Abbas chuckle, "Oh, so you actually believe that you can defeat all four of us? Don't make me laugh! You barely survived against us the last time." They were now surrounding him, all baring their fangs, all of them looked ready to strike him at any time. "But, don't worry….After we're through with you, we'll be sure to deliver your corpse back to your allies….Or whatever is left of you, that is. And it's a shame, really; I was just starting to like you, too." None of them were backing down. Altair gave a brief glance back at the advancing men coming closer; planning for the right moment.
"Don't…..You're making a big mistake." The golden eyed man snarls, keeping a defensive stance.
Swami gave a dark chuckle, "You still think you can take us on?"
"Look at the odds, Altair." Abbas started, "There's no way of winning. You'd have a better chance running away like a scared little child, than trying to fight back."
Altair took a moment to glare at him; not showing any signs of intimidation which seemed to bother Abbas so much he began to frown, eyes turning into slits. Altair smirked, "You know what? You're right."
And right on time the bell rang, and Altair twirled around to face Swami, having already predicted the fool had let his guard down. Swami was a bit slow to see a fist collide with his face, knocking him flat on the floor. Now that there was an opening, Altair took the advantage and was out of the circle. He dashed off, and Abbas stared wide eyed, realizing what he just did. His men were staring blankly, doing absolutely nothing to stop him. "Idiots!" He shouted, "Get him!" They nodded in unison, doing as they were told.
The hallways were filling with people once again. Altair maneuvered through the crowd, shoving the obstacle of people aside so he may pass. He nearly fell over a couple times, pushing down students that got in his way, but he was able to steady himself and kept running at a much faster speed.
Those men weren't giving up, though. Altair has been running further and further through different corridors, trying his best to get them off his tail, but still no luck. He could still hear the pitter patter of feet pursuing him and the echoing of shouts from the gang not far behind him.
Then Altair randomly came across a door that leads to a set of stairs. He swiftly moves up the stairs, going all the way up until he reached to the second floor. He pushed the door and found himself in a new area he was unfamiliar with, though, decides to run blindly through the hall anyways. He has never been here before, there seemed to be no one strolling through here, and all the rooms were empty. These classrooms are probably not used as frequently.
Altair just went into another hall when he came to an abrupt halt when seeing two of Abbas' men; they both had their backs turned and they hadn't noticed him yet, but they were sniffing him out. Altair mentally cursed, and went back to the hall he was in previously. Through this hall, he ran faster reaching to the end and made a quick turn around the corner only to ram into someone, both of them falling to the floor.
Altair heard the person groaning underneath him. He pushed himself up with his hands, looking down at the kid who he was on top of.
Malik had his eyes shut tightly, and he hissed in pain, his whole back aching after hitting the floor hard. He was a bit winded and tried to move but he felt the pressure of a heavier body on his. He slowly opened his eyes, seeing those golden orbs staring back at him. "A-Altair?" Malik's face went blank, face looking flushed, "W-What….What are you doing?" He said, but Altair didn't respond, "Get off me!" He shouts suddenly.
This startled Altair, and he knew he had to act quickly, using his hand to cover his mouth, silencing him, "Malik, be quiet!" He said in a raspy voice. The sounds Malik was muffling out were becoming louder and he thrashed underneath him in an attempt to shove him off. "S-Stop! They'll here you!"
Malik shook his head to the side, able to free his mouth, "You fucking idiot! What the hell is wrong with you?!" He exclaimed, pressing his hands to Altair's chest, trying his best to push him away. But, he wouldn't budge.
"Well, look what we have here!" Altair went rigid, looking up to see Abbas standing a few feet away with that shit eating grin plastered on his face, and swami stood next to him, glaring dagger eyes at them, and nostrils flaring. "Altair and Al-Sayf together? This is even better." He said with a small laugh, "Like killing two birds with one stone."
Altair narrowed his eyes, while Malik was trying to sit himself up properly, staring at them in confusion. Altair heard the other two men coming out from the other side. Now there was no way he could escape. They had him right where they wanted him.
OMG another cliffhanger! Now what is to happen to our pairings? Hmm, there was hardly anything yaoi in this chappy, but don't worry, wait til the next chapter
So what is there to say…Do you accept my apology? :3 Well I am going to continue with this story, okay? Let me say again, this fic is not dead! I'm just hoping that the next update won't take too long, like half a year! My goodness, I didn't realize I took that long of an absence. I am hoping I have more time to work on chapters during the summer, since we rarely ever go vacationing anyways. But, what if my parents decide for me to take summer classes? Then I am screwed…
Anyways, I believe that is all I have to say. I really do hope that my summer doesn't turn into another bummer.