Altair threw his head back, the sweat making his jearsey stick to his body. His eyes stuck to the clear blue skies but was soon blacked out.
He jumped and the towel fell off his face and landed in his lap. He heard the familer laughs of his Italian cousins. He glared at the towel as if it was them.

"You are so jumpy cungino" Fedrico chuckled, the more immature of the duo still smothering laughs into a towel he had previously been using to wipe his face.
"Hey!" the boys turned to the call, seeing the second youngest of their cousins motioning for them to follow into the changing rooms. The taned native disappeared afterwards.

Altair thought of his cousins as he walked to the changing rooms. Firstly, there was Federico, the eldest of them all by one mounth, soon followed by himself. Next was Ezio, then Desmond, then Claudiam then Ra...Raton...Altair burried his head in his palms while leaving the changing room. "Just call him Connor" Altiar mumbled under his voice. He could never remember his native name, and didn't bother to ask who called him Connor, but it worked.

Altair impatiently tapped his fingers on his geography books as he waited for the class to begin. A loud mumble of voices clashing circled him in the class, people talking about who knows what. He continued to mindlessly stare at nothing under his red hood.

He moaned out, black locks semi-matted to his head from the sweat. He pulled on the chains of the hand-cuffs that bound him to the bed, holding back his cries of plesure.

The older panted heavily, eyes glued to this beautiful creature beneath him. He continued to thrust wildly into the younger. Said boy arched his back in a final ecsisty ridden cry of pleasure.

"Altair!~"

"Altair!"

Malik pulled the hood off the day dreaming boy who blinked at the sudden introsion of light to his vision.
"Mr. Ibn la- however you say your god damn name. Stop daydreaming!" Mr. E. Kenway, Connor's grand father yelled at the teen who's cheeks were a slight flush at the whole class staring at him. "This'll be on the test so pay attention!" the teacher yelled.
"Y-yes sir..." Altair stuttered.
"Are you okay?" Malik asked, sounding mildly concerned, once the teacher's attention went back to the lesson at hand. "Your face is a bit red". Altair pulled his hood back up.
"I'm fine..." he answered quickily. Altair looked at the clock, no point taking down notes, he had missed half the class day dreaming. He decided to look over the chapter when he got home instead.

The rest of the class flew by quickily. The class threw their books into their bags or held as they bustled out of the classroom.
"Man, it's hot today." Malik groened, pulling out of the neck of his grey jersey. Altair hum'ed in acknolegdment of the complaint as Malik pulled off the wool garmet and shook out his white under shirt to cool himself. Malik gave Altair a skepticle look as they walked. "Are you sure your okay, your still quiet red". Malik added, stuffing the jersey into his side bag. Altair sighed, he really didn't wanna put up with the rest of the school day.
"Now that you mention it" Altair began, stepping off to the side from the bustling crowd, Malik following. "I'm not feeling the best, I'm gonna go home early." Malik nodded. He looked around, noticing how the halls were now empty, and kissed his boyfriend goodbye.
"I'll say you got injured at practise" Malik called back, walking off to his next class.

Altair walked through the halls to a disabled emergency door, pushing it open and slipping out in a fluid movement. He sprinted off the school premises and simply walked down the road to his old, beat-up, silver Toyota. He came to a hault, spotting a person in the passenger seat with their feet on the dash. On closer inspection, it was just Desmond.

Altair walked up to the car window, spotting Desmond bopping his head to his head-phones. Altair couldn't help but smile at the younger.
Desmond had been a trouble-maker since he was little. Not just the usual pushing kids on the play-ground or stealing a lollipop from the candy store. This boy was breaking into cars by tweelve! That was because his arms had gotton too big to fit through the mail slots of the houses of families on holiday, open the door from the inside, smash the alarm with a baseball bat and raid the whole house with the rest of his troublesome gang.

Everybody blamed it on trama from his mother dying when he was six. William was already had major anger issues and didn't help to have a trouble making son. With the stress and everything William eventually gave up when Desmond was about thirteen and killed himself.
After variouse foster home hoping, Desmond had been in fifteen different homes in the space of six months. Family eventually heard of the events and Al Mualim toke it upon himself to finish raising Desmond and adopted him. Al Mualim's age was an issue but he was already taking care of Altair by then and he was Desmond's relative so he was allowed.

Desmond and Altair had become more like brothers instead of cousins, knowing everything about the other, so Altair wasn't very suprised to see him in his car. Well, His father's, Umar's, car to b percise. But he was also six-feet-under so he wasn't going to need it anytime soon. He tapped the window, startling Desmond, who smiled at him awkwardly. Altair shook his head dissapprovingly. He jogged around to the driver's side of the car and climbed in.

"Feet down." Altair ordered, closing the door once he got in. Desmond did as told. "What the hell are you doing here?"
"Mr. Da Vinci's crafts class was getting boring so I ditched." he groened, pulling down his white hood and left his head-phones around his neck. "Wanna see a movie?" he chirped, smiling like an idiot.
Altair was about to object, saying that he should pay attention in those classes. But he had ditched History with Mr. H. Kenway, Connor's father, so he couldn't go on about not ditching classes when he was just as much in the wrong.

"Buckle up." Altair sighed in defeat, pulling on his own belt then starting the car. They had a few hours till the end of school so there was 0 chance of Malik calling them. Desmond did as told.
"I heard Kick-Ass two was good, wanna see that?" Desmond said, throwing his feet back onto the dashboard.
"Sounds good." Altair replied, pulling off the curb and speeding down the road. "Desmond." He growled, getting the other's attention. "Feet. Down!"
"Alright! Alright!" Desmond yelled back, pulling his feet off the dashboard again. He pulled his head-phones bak on, grumbling. Altair smiled to himself at the pouting teen.

!Author's request!

Hello lovely people of !

Dew to my laziness, I need your!(yes, you!)help on deciding what ships I will cram into this lovely story. Can be Homo or Hetero.

Shipping already in use:
Ziio/Haytham
Maria/Giovanni
Kadar/Altair/Malik

It DOES NOT have to be a popular ship. We can even put Rebecca with Leonardo if you want!

Leave ship you want to see in a review. Deadline is 17th of September 2013.