The Problem With The Animus | By : A.K.O.Shifting-Shadow Category: +A through F > Assassin's Creed Views: 7514 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1 |
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Chapter Three
Disclaimer:- I do not own Assassins Creed… enough said… First of all I would like to thank everyone for reviewing these chapters so far… this is my first time typing up a requested story and doing a public yaoi, so thanks guys. I want to also thank Anariana, who said that I wrote too loosely, I will try to make this chapter a little more lose! Thanks for letting me know… Okay Guys, I hope you enjoy the story!Amber eyes opened quickly, the mans instincts blaring at him to get up. The dark haired man quickly analysed the room, trying to understand what had awoken him. The room appeared to be sparse but lived in. The walls were untouched, with only a dressing table to the right hand side of the bed. The only other furniture in the room was the bed he lay on, which was covered with plain black silk.
A yawn, caused the man quickly to glance at the source of the sound. Shifting, still half asleep, lay a younger man, his brown hair splayed out around him, his hand was rubbing his eyes in a futile attempt to rid himself of sleep. "Altair, what is wrong? It is too early." Altair smirked at his lovers voice, sleep had made the young Italians voice even more accented and thick. "Do not trouble yourself, habibi. Rest a little while longer." Altair replied, smiling as a small frown appeared on the Italian's face, his sleepy expression making him look more cute then annoyed. "Do not worry Ezio. I just could not sleep any longer." Altair stated trying not to worry the man. Altair stood, he stretched before moving into the attached room to wash and dress. The Arabian had hoped his younger lover had fallen back into sleep but as he emerged from the washroom, he saw the Italian was wide awake. Ten minutes later, found them both standing in the sitting room. Ezio was sat reading a document, his dark brown eyes twinkling with thought. He would hum every now and then, his eyebrows furrowing in an attempt to translate what he was reading. Normally Altair would smile, allow him to struggle for a little while and then help Ezio, but only when the stubborn Italian asked. Now, however, the Arab could only stare at the small chest sitting on the table. His instincts were getting stronger, he felt a powerful urge to open the box and touch the blasted thing inside. Ezio glanced up, "Altair could you…" He froze as he noticed the older mans expression. If looks could kill, the receiver would be a smouldering pit. Curious, the Italian followed the line of site and blinked. "Altair, you should not stare at it." He warned, but he had a feeling Altair had not heard. His heart was in his mouth as Altair stood and began to approach the box. Ezio quickly stood and blocked his ancestors way. "No Altair, you cannot touch it." He stated. "Listen to me, il mio amore, don't do this." Altair stopped and looked into the dark expressive eyes before him. "I know Ezio. But I cannot deny my instinct, I have a feeling that I should open the box and let it out." He answered his gaze fixing once more to the innocent container. "What if that instinct is really that blasted thing manipulating you? Please, don't do this." Ezio pleaded stepping closer. "What if it has decided to take you away? To make you or me suffer for its imprisonment?" He asked, his heart beat in fear as Altair barely glanced at him. Altair registered the hidden words behind what Ezio was saying. He stared firmly into Ezio's eyes. "Then I will fight it Habibi. I have dwelled within the piece of Eden for hundreds of years, I have some power over it. You will not loose me." He stated, holding the Italian's face in his hands. "But I must hold the item in my hands. I must listen to my instincts." He finished. "Trust me, Habibi." Ezio gulped, his eyes glowing with rising tears of fear. "I…" He hesitated glancing at the box. "I trust you. I do. I just don't trust that thing." He answered his voice wavering. Altair held his lovers face firmly, making Ezio stare at him. "You don't have to trust it. Trust me." He was rewarded with a shaky nod. "I won't leave you. I will fight." Altair whispered in to Ezio's ear, trying to reassure the scared man. He let go of his lover and stepped past him. Out of the corner of his eye, he watched Ezio tense, but the man did not move. Altair moved with quick purposeful steps, his eyes narrowed as he approached the box. Reaching into his pocket, he withdrew a small golden key. He unlocked and opened the box, his eyes became slits as the object inside glowed, lighting up the small room. Reaching inside he withdrew the object and gasped at the power rattling within the small globe. The ball vibrated with energy, a small humming sound became louder and louder. Then as the sound bcame unbearable, the globe exploded with a bright light. Everything went white.Well Guys, this is a really short chappie. I tried to make it less loose but please let me know if I need to improve.
I gave the piece of Eden a bit of a personality, because I remember that in Assassin's Creed they talk about it as a powerful, sentient object… This chapter was really about exploring the feelings that these two men shared without rambling on. I like it… XD What happens next? Well until I post the next chappie you'll just have to use you imagination! XDWhile AFF and its agents attempt to remove all illegal works from the site as quickly and thoroughly as possible, there is always the possibility that some submissions may be overlooked or dismissed in error. The AFF system includes a rigorous and complex abuse control system in order to prevent improper use of the AFF service, and we hope that its deployment indicates a good-faith effort to eliminate any illegal material on the site in a fair and unbiased manner. This abuse control system is run in accordance with the strict guidelines specified above.
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