First chapter of Sequence 2: 'Brewing Storm'.

See pronounciation of the usual strange names at the end of the chapter's text. English isn't my native language, so if you find any mistake, please send me a message about it. If you would like to help me, let me know it. ;)

The chapters contain coarse language, violence and mild adult themes.

Assassin's Creed and Naruto belong to their respectful owners. I'm also not taking other authors' work. I'm writing this fanfiction because I ate too much chocolate. :3

Don't forget:

- Text after a dash or between two dashes means somebody's talking. - text written in italic has emphasis. 'Text written like this' means the character is thinking. But when he/she quotes someone else is like the next line.

- "I don't use bold font; don't look for it, please."

It was a nice, sunny afternoon in the middle of September. The breeze of late summer lingered around in the air, caressing the bare fields of the Silent Island. The forest's green started to turn into a mixture of colours and some birds were preparing for their long journey towards south. A mass of vivid flower covered the wasteland, and on the top of a hill a horseman watched in silent awe as Mother Nature was slowly changing its clothes to a more naked one. He gently kicked the horse's side and rode back to the stables.

It had been two years since he had arrived to the island. Although many things had happened during this time, the usual peace and harmony ruling the Magors' community and world had never left. And Kese was glad of being part of it. He had learnt his father's occupation and he made a decent blacksmith work, not as good as Tas, but still progressing. He excelled at riding and archery, to his and his teacher's greatest joy; and he was the appointed leader of the Baranta gang now. He had made friends with the villagers: he had fit in well and they accepted him. He even had special links with a few people, such as Ince, Karcsa, Emese, and of course, his broadened family.

He loved them and he felt loved too. He was satisfied with his life, really. But there was something he missed and he didn't know what it was.

He dismounted at the stables, handed his horse over to Ákos and went to practice shooting with his favourite bow. Dombi and Karcsa weren't at home: they had been called to a nearby island to help suppling new horses and to present their shows with their own ones. They only left a bay mare at home.

After he was done with his practice, he unstrung his bow, and placed the weapons to its place with the others. He helped Ákos cleaning the stables and taking care of the horse. Right after they had finished, Emese appeared next to the house. She was wearing a flimsy, dark blue flax dress, just to poke the his nerves.

- Mom, can I go to the village? – Ákos ran to her. She saw his sly smile and it made her raise an eyebrow. She glanced at Kese if he had known what he wanted, but he just shrugged.

- Alright. But be home before dusk. – and with this the boy bolted towards the hills, making her mother chuckle at his rush. She sighed when his son disappeared. – That means we have about two hours. – she whispered, loud enough for the blond to hear. Emese turned to him and smirked; he smiled back to her. She raised her hand and stroked his jaw. – Have I told you, Kese, that you look really handsome with stubbles?

Oh, his stubbles. They had appeared about half year ago, and it made him a grown man in his father's and other adult Magors' eyes. Those soft blond stubbles had multiplied and become strong and stingy in a short time. Emese hadn't noticed them at first. But when she had, they were alone in their kitchen, Dombi away from the island and the boys in the village. She had not only noticed them, but taken a closer look – with overwhelming consequences.

He chuckled at her compliment. – Only a few dozen times.

She rose to her toes and started planting soft kisses on his jawline, then a passionate one on his lips. Kese put his arms around her waist and pulled their bodies together. – Go... Inside... – Emese whispered, while Kese was busy kissing her neck.

- As you wish. – he moaned, grabbing her tights and picking her up to his waist. She embraced him with her arms and legs as they entered the house.

Her compliment caused overwhelming consequences again.

She moaned in his arms, as his body and legs were still trembling. He laid her down on the kitchen table and started unbuttoning her dress kissing her soft skin. They couldn't have waited to strip each other or to reach the bedroom; they had needed to go through a first round to calm down first. They didn't know which one of them was more impatient.

Yes, they were lovers. No, they did not love each other, at least not in a romantic way. The blond was a healthy young man with a grown body full of energy and urges; and the brunette was an unsatisfied and lonely woman with great hunger after a little care.

When he finished undressing her she took off his shirt and massaged his shoulder and biceps. They were tough and strong; his upper body became muscular because of his work, and he intentionally trained his lower body to equalize their strength. He had also grown in height a lot during these two years.

He smiled at her admiration over his body. – Unbelievable. – she whispered. – You were just a lean little boy not so long ago. And now... – she stroked his stubbly chin again and bit her lip. He went to kiss her.

- Well, I'm still lean. – he mumbled on his now deeper voice.

- Not that lean. – she laughed and pulled his hips closer with her legs. He groaned and began repeating this movement.

Then Emese suddenly stopped him. – What? – he panted.

- Shh, listen.

He closed his eyes and tried to concentrate; but it was really hard at the moment, and not only to concentrate. He tried to listen, and he heard... barking?

- Oh, shit. – he jumped and ran to a window while adjusting his trousers. – Oh, shit! – he yelled again.

- They are back?! – Emese whispered in a high pitched voice, buttoning her dress with amazing speed, tossing the blond's shirt to him. Both of them recognized those barks: they belonged to Dombi's two dogs, to Puli* and Mudi*. They were named after the breed they belonged to, and they followed their master everywhere he went. That meant Dombi and Karcsa had returned, earlier than expected.

- Okay, let's calm down. – they took a deep breath. – How do I look?

- Handsome? – she smiled.

- Apart from it. – he snorted.

- Fine. And I?

- Hmm... Well... Erm... – he feasted his eyes on her.

- Kese!

- Fine, too. Hey, wait... I think I have bitten you, on your neck.

- My hair will cover it. Anything else?

- No. – they looked at each other seriously, then burst into laughter. They were laughing so hard, Kese tripped in a jug and suddenly the whole kitchen was flooded by milk, and it made them laugh even harder. The blond was rolling on his back, his clothes soaking in the white liquid, and Emese fell to her knees, hitting the floor with her palms. In addition the dogs dashed in and started licking the milk from the lake and from Kese.

This was the scene Dombi had arrived to. He looked at his laughing sister, at the yelling blond, then at his own flattering dogs and at last at the huge white puddle on the floor, trying to find out what had happened. Ákos appeared next to him and he laughed seeing the two. – What on earth happened here? – Dombi asked blinking a few, puzzling the events.

- Don't... ask... – Emese replied between two breaths, trying to calm herself. Then she looked at Kese who couldn't defend himself against the dogs' tongues, and she lost it again.

- Get off me, furball! Do not dare licking my face! Ah, can't you hear me?! – the blond screamed in despair.

- C'mon, Kese, can't you stop those evilly licking creatures? – another familiar chuckle joined them. The blond heard Emese's laughter ceasing in an instant, then her rushing steps.

- Oh my god, what happened? – she asked Karcsa. Kese sat up, looked at his friend and his eyes went wide. He didn't care about the dogs licking his face anymore: the boy's left forearm was covered in plaster cast and rested on his chest.

- I fell off a horse. – he said on a bored tone. – And I broke my arm.

- How? – the blond sighed, and was murmuring inside. 'This cannot be real, he can't fall off horses, he is grown to them!'

- That damned stallion. – Dombi replied with fury. – He threw him off.

'The one they went to tame?', Kese frowned. He knew the man had taught Karcsa how to tame a horse, because he was experienced enough to do it. The blond himself had learnt it, too. He also knew Dombi would only allow him to help suppling when he himself had already got to know the actual horse.

The man shook his head. – This one is very tricky, unpredictable and stubborn. I wish I hadn't...

- Don't start this again, dad!

- You are okay now, aren't you? – Kese asked the boy and he nodded.

- Does it hurt? Do you want me to do something for you?

'Here, the mother hen came out of her!', the blond smiled. 'Only a few minutes ago she was a goddess of passion.' His smile fell when Mudi licked him right on his mouth. – That's enough! – he jumped to his feet and realized he was completely drenched with milk. – Ah, great...

- Go and wash yourself, Kese, then come back to me. – Dombi said. - I'd like to talk to you.

Said blond blinked. – Okay.

'I hope it doesn't concern me and Emese... If he knows about us this will definitely be more than unpleasant', he left the kitchen and decided to head towards the rocky coast. - I think I'll take a dive.

It took him a minute to realize he had been followed by two boys. – Hey, what's up?

- You could let us pour some clear water on you, but noooo, you don't like it simple. – Karcsa teased with amusement in his voice.

- Don't think we didn't hear you saying 'dive'! – his cousin whispered archly, both of them having a mysterious and excited smile.

Kese laughed. Those boys, who had been like little brothers for him, considered the blond as their older brother and role model, especially Ákos. 'If he knew about us...', the blond's heart ached at this thought. – We need to speed up or I'll get dry before we reach the coast.

They quickly ran up and down the hills before they reached his favourite diving place. Although winter was approaching, the sea was calm and warmer than usual. He pulled his shirt off and removed the bandages around his waist. Fortunately they weren't too soaked, and in his opinion it was still easier to wash milk out of it than milk and dirty sea water together. From beneath the white stripes a large scar was revealed, which he hadn't been able to erase completely with Ince's cream. There were no fresh wounds, the scar hadn't bled for months now, but he still had the linen on just in case.

He missed his belly-button so much. He could barely see or touch it. After he had tried to use chakra, his wound had opened so greatly that Lehel had had to stitch almost his whole abdomen. This second convalescence had almost taken the same time as his first; but he was glad there had been no other occasion in the past two years it had bled that much. Minor leaking had occurred after a complex vision however.

Ah, his visions. Sometimes he wished them to rot in hell, because they were able to confuse or scare the shit out if him. Like when he had "encountered" Emese a few months ago, he had seen and felt other women's faces and body. Several times that he had jumped out of the way of a screaming and attacking ghost fighter or a phantom horse. Or when he had heard unfamiliar voice's chatting from the kitchen he had woken up to in the middle of night. They were all part of his visions.

Sometimes he was neutral.

But strangely, he was glad he had them.

He had learnt much from his visions because they had helped him, multiple times, mainly at practical things. Riding, archery, climbing, sword play, swimming, speaking, dancing and even sex: he suddenly knew moves he had never known, learnt or been taught before. They presented him an advantage and skills no one could have ever given him. He had no idea how he and his body had learnt from those visions. Of course he was curious as hell, but he couldn't come up with anything. He had told Lehel about this only once, and the doctor hadn't been able to speak for ten minutes. After this he had switched into scientist mode and wanted to examine him in every strange way and with every known method. He had been so upset when his patient had suddenly disappeared for no reason...

In his dreams the visions were complex and extended, more lively and comprehendible. He was able to differentiate a few characters that had used to appear often; however, he didn't know them well. One of them was the Magor-like man with his bow at his side, the second the man who had materialized on Ince's body back then; another one the blond man he had seen in the forest and who resembled him. A few more were a little familiar to the second in appearance, but they were separate individuals. Or they just seemed to be; he didn't know much about them either. He usually saw scenes from their daily life or short events with great emotional pressure.

Kese took off his boots while the others were eagerly watching him preparing for the dive. They might saw him as a role model, but they were also afraid of things he was able and brave enough to do. He had been in the Baranta gang for almost a year when he had started to fight, dodge and even counter in unfamiliar but unbelievably effective ways. He had been fighting against Karcsa with long sticks when he had suddenly surprised everyone by defeating him. He had always lost against the boy, but after that they had been equal for a short time, then the blond had quickly surpassed him. Karcsa had been a little frustrated about this, but he had acknowledged him and appointed him himself as the new leader. Kese had shown them the things he had learnt from his vision and dreams (not telling them about these), keeping the dangerous or hurtful moves in secret.

Then it was this dive they used to do when weather allowed it. They jumped into the water from cliffs two-five metres above sea-level, and the boys had never dared to jump from higher. But Kese had dared and did dare, and they respected him for this. It had quickly become obvious he wasn't afraid of nature's challenges and elements.

The blond grabbed the leather string on his neck, took off his strange key and placed it on top of the bandages Ákos held. He then stepped to the ledge and looked down to examine the water. It was rumbling twelve metres below him, and hid several nasty rocks which were deadly if diving onto them. But Kese had a strange sense to find those spots which were safe enough to 2land"; so he concentrated and saw surfaces he could trust and those he should rather avoid.

He chose the spot he wanted to dive into; stepped back a few, then closed his eyes to calm his body and mind. He needed complete control over them.

He took a deep breath. He felt salty breeze caressing his cheeks, heard the song of the island's birds, rustling of the distant leaves and the waves. Kese let out that breath and took another one before he ran towards the edge of the cliff.

And when he reached it he leapt into the air.

There was a moment of stillness when his legs left the ground. He spread his arms, embracing the flying feeling of freefall; then brought them together to break the surface.

It was a smooth dive and the sea wasn't as cold as he expected. He lingered a little in the water, swimming amongst the waves. He needed to reduce the excitement the joy of his leap had caused before he returned to the island. He slowly swam to the cliffs to climb back. He hated this part: trying to grab a hold on the wet rocks. He had really hurt himself doing this the other day, the waves always tend to throw him to the wall.

He managed to get a hold and immediately started to climb; he did not want another wave to suck him back into the water. He quickly reached the ledge and pulled himself up. The boys stepped to him right away.

- Awesome! – Ákos jumped. – Do it again!

Kese shook his head, still panting a little. He took his stuff and they walked back to the house. 'What now?', he wondered when he saw Dombi waiting for him at his house. – Come. – he waved to Kese and the two went to the small pen's fence where some of the man's sheeps and goats were. - I'd like to ask a favour.

The blond's inner sigh was enourmous. 'Thanks, whatever god or goddess, he still doesn't know it!' – Of course. What would it be?

- I have mentioned you that stallion earlier... – he started, and Kese immediately figured out what he wanted from him. – I have to go back; I just can't let it be unfinished.

- Why?

- It's really awkward... – he scratched his head. – We got the payment for this, and I have already spent it on new equipments and others, so... I can't stand down and give it back. – he took a breath. – Could you help me out?

- I'm sorry, I don't have much money on my own.

- No, no, no, no... – Dombi waved it off, as he waved a fly away. He even blushed of shame. – I'd like to ask you if you could help me at taming that horse.

- Oh, that? Certainly.

- Thank you. Would it be a problem if we set out tomorrow morning? – the blond shook his head.

- Of course not. But I have to talk with my father first. I'm his apprentice and his son, so...

- He lets you come, I've already asked him. Our ship departs after sunrise, we sail to Siplak*. I'll wait for you at Csík.

Kese nodded and waved his goodbye to the four of them. He could see Emese's discrete wink before he turned back towards the village.

He was about ten metres from their house, when Jolánta appeared out of nowhere and rushed to him. She was holding one of the village's cats, Szeneske*. The Magors collectively kept a few to prevent mice and other rodents eating up their grains. This cat's name referred to her colour: she was plain black with a stain of white around her right eye. – Kese! – Jolánta chirped, dropped poor animal who ran away immediately and jumped into his arms. The girl had really grown to him in the past two years, and he felt like he was her real brother.

The blond lifted her to his chest and hugged her firmly. – What's up with my beautiful ladybug? – he stroked her cheek with his stubbly chin.

- Nooo, stingy! - she laughed.

- Is father still working?! – he put her down, and hearing the hammering he walked into the forge. – Do you need my help?

- No... – Tas wiped his forehead. - I'll finish this. Go and pack your stuff for tomorrow.

Kese nodded, but it looked more like a slight bowing, then he went into their kitchen.

- I'm home. – he spoke loudly, and immediately was hushed down his mother. – I'm home. – the blond whispered and glanced at his eleven months old sister sleeping in her playpen. Kese smiled at his younger sister, who had been a very small newborn, and because of this she had got the name Csepke*.

- I've packed your stuff for tomorrow.

- Thank you, mother.

– Here. – Rozi handed a bag to him. - Look it through, I might have forgotten something. And wear these tomorrow morning too, it will be cold. Oh, and could you fetch the nappies from Zoli* for me?

- I'll be right back. – he nodded and left the house to enter another one, thirty metres away.

There was a little shop on the island, the only shop, owned by a man named Zoli. He sold everything and anything: lamp oil, soaps, razors, toilet paper etc. If someone needed something that wasn't available at the craftsmen, he was able purchase it from other islands or the continent. In Rozi's case: disposable nappies. In Kese's: booklets and ink. He liked to write down some knowledge from his dreams and visions; but he did it in different, even dead languages. There were a few things he didn't want others to read.

The man had his fourteen years old daughter hand the bag of nappies over to Kese. Her face flushed when the smiling blond thanked her help, then her eyes fell and she quickly paced out of the shop. He didn't understand Zoli's strange smile on his face.

The rest of the day went by quickly and Kese found himself in bed earlier than usual. He used to read his own booklets or write a little more into them, but he had run out of candles and hadn't bought new. He was thinking about that something which had been slinking hidden inside him for months now; but he still had no idea what it was. Then he was thinking about his day, his family, Karcsa then Emese, and at last his journey next day, until he fell slowly asleep.

*Pronounciation

Puli: [ pᴜlɪ ]
Mudi: [ mᴜdɪ ]
Siplak: [ ʃɪplɒk ]
Szeneske: [ sɛnɛʃkɛ ] meaning: small coaly
Csepke: [ tʃɛpkɛ ] meaning: small drop
Zoli: [ zolɪ ]

Chapter updated: 03. 08. 2015.