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Kalandok in Warisan	By : KimTime-Wolf Category: +A through F > Assassin's Creed Views: 1689 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Malik made a run to the grocery store before heading back to his rented room in a house just off of campus. He was actually really lucky to be so close to campus, if his classes this year weren’t on the other side of campus from his house and it wasn’t a half an hour jog from one side to the other, he’d simply walk to class instead of driving, but the place was HUGE. Though even with how big the campus was they didn’t have any dorms, apparently they used to, but they’d all been converted into new buildings; science, art, offices, classrooms and lecture halls, etc. And by the time Malik got there the only buildings off campus that were owned by the school were the fraternity and sorority houses. So everyone who came here had to find their own housing, kind of a pain in the ass, but there were scholarships for stuff like that and a lot of the people who owned the houses in the two blocks closest to the school on every side generally rented them out. It was a good income base and if they charged too much students simply wouldn’t stay there, there were other options.
He technically had three other housemates, but he’d only ever actually seen two of them and only ever really talked to one. He knew Clay lived there because he’d seen him on occasion doing laundry or eating; but in the beginning he’d only known his name because he was good friends with Altaïr, who had convinced both of them to go out for the Cross Country team their freshman year (Clay’s sophomore year). But Malik rarely ever went to Cross Country practice so he never really talked to Clay.
The other was Shaun (also a year ahead of Malik), who Malik tended to have meals with. The two of them would generally nerd-rage over points in history and make elaborate guesses about how life was lived way back when, or talk in binary to annoy Clay the random times he was home for dinner. Next to Altaïr, Shaun was probably Malik’s closest friend. Malik never really had a lot of free time; he never went to practice because he didn’t have the time to go. He would do a hard run in the mornings then go to classes, go to work, do homework, and sleep. He did occasionally make practices both for Football and for Cross Country, but they were very far and few between. The Football meetings he made it to were generally ones that determined what position you played and for what string. Malik was always first string and he could play quarterback, line-backer, and wide-receiver. Malik and Shaun had decided in the first week of knowing each other that they would take turns cooking and grocery shopping since their schedules generally synced up for dinner (though dinner stuff wasn’t all they would buy obviously ~ Clay and the mystery man had to worry about their own food.
Malik had worried about every little thing he did the first year he lived in this house because he never knew who the last occupant was, and therefore didn’t know how he would react to anything. But the guy was never really around and the only time he’d even been mentioned in passing was when Shaun had explained that the guy only showed up at the house when he wanted to get away from his fame and he knew he wasn’t being followed. To Malik’s curiosity from that remark it was explained that girls tried to tag-team the poor shmuck all the time, Clay had to take his mail to him at school so no one would know where the guy lived. No one bothered to tell Malik his name and after a while Malik quit caring what it was, it didn’t really matter if he was never going to see him.
As Malik pulled up into his customary spot in the garage he noted the azure, black and chrome motorcycle taking up space in the mystery tenant’s spot of their four car garage. The bike was a custom made beauty and Malik didn’t think he WANTED to know how much it cost. Though he was curious to know if maybe the owner had made it himself.
/Hmm, back again huh? That’s been happening a lot this summer. Wonder if the guy’s a senior or something. He certainly seems to have more down time now than he has in the last three years./ Malik thought as he got out and proceeded to unload groceries, taking the door to the laundry room and heading through to the kitchen.
“Oh, Malik! You need any help?” Shaun poked his head in from the living room having spotted motion in the kitchen from his seat on the couch.
Malik looked up, “Sure. S’in the back of the truck.” And he flicked his head back the way he’d come.
“I’ll help!” Came a voice from the living room accompanied by the sound of the TV turning off.
Malik paused in the process of unpacking bags and stared as Desmond walked through to help Shaun bring in the rest of the groceries. He was still staring dumbly at the laundry room door when Shaun came in with more bags. “You better not let him see you like that. He’s enough of an ass to use it against you in the campaign for ASBP.”
Malik blinked, “See me like what?” He asked as he went back to hastily unpacking groceries.
“Like a love sick teen who just saw his idle.” Shaun huffed.
Malik simply rolled his eyes and started putting things away. “What do we want for dinner?”
“Could you guys make spaghetti and garlic bread?” Desmond asked as he entered the room holding up the bags with said ingredients.
Malik smiled and looked over to Shaun who nodded slightly, “Sure. I take it you’re staying for it?”
Desmond grinned, “You bet your sexy ass I am. For once everyone believes I’m somewhere else. It’s nice to actually be home for a change. Having to hide out at the Auditores’ is getting old.”
Malik almost choked, it hadn’t clicked when he saw Desmond that he was the mysterious housemate. It took a while for the first part of what Desmond had said to sink in, /Wait, was he just joking around or does he actually think I have a sexy ass? I thought he was straight./ Malik blushed a pretty shade of pink and kept his face toward the cupboards he was systematically filling with food. Luckily only Shaun seemed to notice. With everything brought in from the garage Desmond went back out and turned the TV back on.
“Makes sense now, doesn’t it?” Shaun asked as he put vegetables in the fridge.
Malik snorted, “You could say that.” Now it was perfectly clear why the ‘mysterious’ housemate was never really there, if it got out that Desmond Miles the star quarterback of Warisan University lived so close to campus there might just be a riot. And the whole ‘girl’s trying to tag-team him’? Yeah, that happened ALL the time.
“But howcome you never told me who it was? It’s not like I would’ve told anybody. I don’t exactly want my house do be over-run with zealots. I have enough of my own honestly.” Malik was a little put-out by the apparent lack of faith.
Shaun paused in the process up putting cereal in the cupboard, “I... um, don’t have a good answer for that.” The wince was evident in his voice and his body language even though Malik couldn’t see his face.
“Right.” Malik’s voice was devoid of life and Shaun flinched. Malik decided it was a great idea to forget the conversation ever happened so that he could calm down and not try to pick a fight with his second best friend. Especially since he would probably lose, Shaun may be a nerd and WAY too into computers, but fighting was his favorite hobby: and not just in video games like Ezio and Romeo.
Though, speaking of video games... “Did Venny ever get my game back to you?”
Taking the change is subject as the blessing it was (that his best friend was trying his best to calm down from being slighted) Shaun thought about it. “I don’t think so. But I’ll be seeing him for a club meeting tomorrow, so I’ll see about getting it then.”
“Thanks.” Malik grinned, back in a better mood. ‘King of Pirates’ was his favorite game, and he’d like to have it back so he could smash the crap out of samurai and ninja and other pirates instead of having to resist beating the crap out of the real people who annoyed him daily.
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