An Altair X Malik Fanfiction. (First Yoai Fic, so please be kind!)
Altair returned to the Assassin's Bureau, feeling tired and sore as usual and saw Malik, as always, sitting at the desk working on maps or books or whatnots for the new Novices. He sighed bitterly when he the saw the male all slouched over against the desk, focusing so hard on the maps and books. "You've returned to rest, Novice?" Altair gave a short timid glare at the one arm man. "Yes...and I'm no Novice, Malik." Malik only shook his head. Altair yawned and stretched as he walked into the room to sleep. "Goodnight, Malik." He says as The other man ignores and keeps working, not saying anything back to him. He frowns that He didn't respond and begins to take off his gear and place it carefully next to him, except his hidden blade. He drops down onto the soft pillows. He snuggles into them and gives out a soft sigh, before falling into a deep sleep. Malik begins to hear soft snores and breaths coming from the middle room and looks down at his sword. "This could be my only chance..." He whispered to himself. He hesitated to reach for it. He gives out a heavy sigh and grabs it. He steps in, trying no to make a sound as he tucks his feather into his belt and stops in front of the sleeping man. He slowly takes his sword out of it holder and drops his holder to the ground, raising his sword to his waist. He wanted Altair dead since his brother, Kadar died in his arms. Kadar kept telling his older brother that Altair would come back and save them, but he never did. "He believed in you..." He muttered. It was his fault. He broke the three simple rules of the Brotherhood and he should have died for it. "Kadar believed you would come back and save us...He truly did." A single tear stroll's down Malik's face and he raised his sword higher above his head. "I...I must do it! For my brother! I must!" Anger spreads across his face and begins to drop the sword upon the sleeping figure, until he look's at Altair's sleeping face. He widens his eyes as he stares at the young man's features. Altair's lips parted away from each other. His arms tucked under his head, using them as a pillow (Even though he was laying on some XD) His face looked so peaceful in the first time in his life. He never saw this and it was rare. He was starting to having that butterfly thing in his stomach and was starting to regret killing the poor fool. "Why can't I... just kill him and be done with it?" He whispered. He deserves death. He left for us dead. Caused Kadar to die, while believing he was gonna save us from death...And has caused me to lose my left arm. Shouldn't death be his...his punishment?!" He mentally kicked himself, remembering before it all happened, he had a crush on this man, but now all he can do is hate and love at the same time. He pauses when he hears a soft sigh coming from Altair again. The man stirs a bit before he stops moving. Malik has a pained look on his face and drops his sword to his side, the metal making a clanging sound on the hard covered ground. "I can't kill him, because...I still love him..." Altair opens his golden eyes and sit's up, the clanging sound had woken him. He scanned the room to see if anything was happing. There were no Templars. No evildoers. All he saw was Malik standing above him. Altair looked confused and very puzzled as to why Malik was just standing there, watching him sleep. He took a closer look at the older man. He watched as the tears came from his dark brown eyes fall onto the floor near his feet. "Malik, what's the-" He then stopped when he noticed the feather tucked neatly in his belt and he widens his golden eagle eyes. His heart beated rapidly against his chest. He then looks down to see if Malik had any weapons in his hand and saw the sword placed on the ground. "Malik...were...were you about to murder me?" There was a long silence between them. "Altair...I'm...I'm so sorry." Malik fell to his knees and Altair thought he was going to fall, so he bends down and puts his hands on his shoulder's. "Malik, are you alright?" Malik couldn't do it. Even though Altair was the blame for his brother's death and his arm, but he loved the man too much to kill him. He couldn't bear having a broken heart and living with regret for the rest of his life. "Malik, what-?!" Altair was cut off when Malik pushed up against the stone wall. He hit's his head and let's out a sharp groan. "Malik! Have you lost your-?! Ah..." Altair then feels something against his chest and looks down to see Malik slumped up against him. Altair is now extremely confused and doesn't now what to do or why Malik is acting this way. Altair didn't know how to react, but he felt Malik's one arm wrap around his waist. he soften his expression and wrapped his arms around Malik's form, trying to comfort him of whatever was going on. They stayed that way, listening to each other's soft breathing and Malik, listening to Altair's heartbeat. "He believed you would come back and save us..." Malik broke the silence and Altair looks straight ahead. "Kadar's...last words were that you would come back and saves us... that we would be okay...but it never happened." Altair flinched, his muscles tightened up. He began to hug Malik tighter, trying to hold back his tears. "Malik...did you...or did you not try killing me?" "Yes...I tried." Altair shut's his eyes tightly. "Damn it..." He thought. Malik slightly blushes and buries his face in the crook of Altair's neck to Altair's surprise. "But... I thought about everything we had done in our past. I have forgiven you." Altair remind silent and had his blank expression back on. Malik blushed like crazy. "What am I doing?" He thought. Altair slowly hugs him tighter then he had before, almost making feel like a death grip. "Altair?" He whispered. "You know, I couldn't take it any longer...feeling the grief I put through every fiber of your being. Losing your only family member by blood because of me. And I also caused you to lose your left arm. I don't deserve forgiveness, Malik. I truly don't." Altair began to squeeze him in his embrace. "Altair..." "You should have killed me, for every sin and damage I have caused. I rather have you kill me And feeling satisfied for your revenge instead of letting me live and always feeling grief towards me. Don't you know it kill's me every time you glare or shun me...?" Malik tried to look up at the man, but Altair's grip on him kept him held against his chest. "Altair, stop." "You should have killed me, Malik." "Altair." "It would have been easier. I would have never known." Malik began to struggle against his embrace. "Altair! Stop it!" "But...you know it's true... even you said it yourself. I should be dead..." Malik broke free and slapped the Master Assassin in the face. "Stop talking like that, damn it! I said I forgave you and I did, because...because I remember everything that had happened before that wretched incident! I believe Kadar has forgiven you, because you were his hero and his idol! So I must learn to move on from my past and begin to move forward towards the future! Just please..." He slumped his head onto Altair's shoulder. "Don't talk like death was ever the answer in any of this..." Altair felt a tears flowing from his eyes and wiped them away. "Okay, I'm sorry...I won't make false words again..." Malik resumed his position on Altair's lap and placed his head on his chest, still blushing and was also beginning to feel tired. Altair, who was still sitting up against the wall, wrapped his arms around Malik once more, his eyes began to drop as well, until he heard Malik's voice. "Goodnight, Altair." Altair smiled a bit, feeling the heaviness of the other male starting to lean on him. Malik closed his eyes and felt sleep embrace him. "I love you Malik." Was all Malik heard before drifting off. Altair lays his head on Malik's and chuckles. "G'night, Malik."