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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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All four men stood up and while Shaun, Clay and Desmond went toward the front door to see what was going on Malik went to the backdoor at the end of the hallway that connected their bedrooms and a bathroom to the rest of the house and the large covered porch in the backyard. What he saw upon opening the door didn’t please him. There was a flock of girls from both Desmond’s his own fan clubs with cameras held high and ready for action. Evidently they hadn’t expected someone to come through so early, they stood there seeming to be waiting for a cue.
Malik sighed, “What are you lot doing here?”
Three girls to his left flinched; he glanced their way noticing they were the three most dangerous of Desmond’s fan girls. They were wearing shirts with Desmond’s face on them and his Football number. Talk about creepy, Malik repressed a shiver, it wouldn’t due to let any of these harpies know they scared him in any way.
A tall slender woman stood up on his right and moved forward. “We were told that Desmond Miles came here.”
“Okay, so why are YOU here Cristina Vespucci? You aren’t in Miles’ fan group. In fact I seem to recall you swearing up and down that you hated him because he “always steals the lime-light from Ezio”.” Cristina paled. “So I’ll ask you again. What are you all doing here?” Malik’s stony gaze raked over the women in his backyard.
“I... We... Sorry.” Caterina stuttered out, she was the President of Malik’s fan club, though only because Altaïr wouldn’t allow one to be created for himself. “I live next door this year.”
Malik scrubbed a hand across his face; it would figure that his peaceful days would have to be shattered now. “Who decided it was a good idea to bash in the front door? Most of you are fan club members; you KNOW what we’re capable of doing to you.” Whether he meant physically, mentally or lawfully didn’t really matter – all three options could be pretty ugly.
“Is Desmond here?” Cristina asked vexed by Malik’s presence and behavior.
“Why the hell would a Football jock be at a Cross Country runner’s house? Look there are exactly two men who live in this house: Shaun Hastings the Shakespearian computer-nerd from Hell and Clay Kazmarek the Men’s Cross Country Captain and Swim team manager. I am here because I was invited to dinner. Now, do any of you really think Desmond Miles, Star Quarterback, Football Captain, Swim team Captain and Track star is going to be here?”
There was silence for a while, Malik had forgotten that most of Desmond’s fan club didn’t know that Desmond was on the Swim team let alone Captain.
/Oops./ Malik cringed inside thinking of the reaming he was going to get for letting that slip. After a few seconds there were heads shaking in response to his question, “I didn’t think so. Now leave before I call the cops and have all of you arrested for Breaking & Entering and Trespassing.”
The girls all rushed back out the side gate they’d come in. All of them except Caterina.
“Malik, I live next door.” Caterina stated, she KNEW Malik lived there.
“Yes. Thanks for letting me know BEFORE you drag a bunch of misbehaved, nosey, noisy women into my backyard!” Malik rounded on her in a low feral voice. Caterina flinched. “I wouldn’t give a crap if they eventually found out I lived here by hanging out at your place. But this? This is bloody-fucking-ridiculous! I thought I could trust you Cat, shit.” Malik seemed to cave in on himself. “Other than Altaïr and Shaun you were the only person I ever told I was gay. You didn’t blab that off. Why did you do this?”
“I.” Caterina couldn’t look at him, she felt awful, “I’m sorry Malik.” And she turned and left the yard disappearing into her own house with the other girls.
“I guess it’s a good thing classes haven’t officially started yet.” Desmond’s voice whispered from the half open door behind him.
Malik snorted, “I guess so.” Malik sighed and sat on the floor in the doorway, pushing the door further open he leaned back into the hallway, “What happened at the front door:”
Desmond grinned as he remembered Clay reaching out and grabbing him as they got to the kitchen: *
“Go back down the hallway to your room, stay low so you can’t be seen from the windows.” Desmond blinked up at Clay.
“Just do it!” Shaun hissed out before walking out into the living room.
Desmond nodded and Clay walked to a spot in the kitchen where he could watch both the door to the garage from the open laundry room door and what was going on in the living room.
Desmond slunk down to the floor and stayed where he was. He knew there were just too many windows and the ones in his room were open.
/Where’s Malik?/ Sudden panic almost sent him searching but the sound of a fist pummeling other body parts froze him in place.
/Shit! Is Shaun okay?/ Desmond knew that Shaun liked working out and did a bit of weight training every other day, but he didn’t know how well he’d do in a fight. But peeking around the corner he noted that Clay hadn’t moved from his arms-crossed-legs-spread-and-planted-firmly-on-the-floor pose, but he did have a maniacal grin on his face.
“Get out of my house.” The deadly voice sent shivers of fear down Desmond’s spine; it took a moment for him to realize the voice belonged to Shaun.
/I really hope I never piss him off./ The sound of the front door closing had Desmond scurrying down the hallway to his room, but he came to a stop when he noticed the door to the backyard was slightly open. He could hear Malik’s voice telling someone off about there only being two people that lived here and why would Miles be here. Once Desmond had discerned that the real threat was gone, after hearing so many feet moving off, he moved up to the door only to hear the venom and hurt in Malik’s voice as he shut down one of his closest friends.*
Desmond’s grin improved Malik’s mood in an instant; he raised a brow when Desmond remained silent after his question.
Desmond came to in time to see the look, “Sorry. Just remind me to never make Shaun pissed at me.”
Malik chuckled and looked back out into the yard. The sound did funny things to Desmond and he decided to act on one of the urges he’d had when Malik had admitted to being gay a few minutes ago. He got down on his knees behind Malik and wrapped his arms around him, burying his face in his neck, offering as much comfort for the betrayal of his friend as he could. Malik started but then relaxed enjoying the feel of being held by someone he couldn’t crush.
Desmond raised his head after a bit, “Malik?”
“Hmm?” Malik was currently cradled against Desmond with his eyes closed.
Desmond grinned at the response, “Malik.” He was a bit more insistent this time. Malik opened his eyes and turned to look at Desmond, which was exactly what Desmond wanted him to do. Desmond brought up his left hand to cup Malik’s face and then leaned in and kissed him.
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