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
Fanfiction มาลิค Altair X (Yoai Fic แรก ดังนั้นกรุณาปรานี!)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
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