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 Five
Disclaimer:- I do not Own AC 1 or 2. T.T Enough said. Well guys this chapter has taken a lot longer(Brain Freeze!), I had a good long think about how this story would progress, your comments have really helped me think up these stories but this time I must thank my wonderful, genius, slightly insane and nutty imagination! Yup! Enjoy!Desmond groaned as sunlight hit his face, the glow easily passing his eyelids and reaching his eyes. He was exhausted from last nights interrogation. Altair and Ezio had demanded to know everything, keeping him up until the early hours. Desmond was sure that they knew everything about him, even his birthmark and secret thoughts. But he knew nothing of them. They were quick to distract and redirect him every time he asked a question about them. Desmond groaned again in frustration, 'So now I am stuck in the past with two assassins who are currently deciding whether to kill me or keep me.' Desmond thought, summing his situation up nicely.
He tried to remember what little information he had discovered. One of the things that stuck in his mind was Altair's reactions to his questioning. The mans scarred lip had curled up in a sneer and his body went stiff, almost defensive when Desmond has asked the question that had been bugging him for a while… Flashback! "…the Templar's apparently control all the knowledge in the future, Vidic mentioned that everything we learned about Templar's was either from books or what they deliberately allowed slip." Desmond had explained trying to remember every little detail. "That must be some power in that object." He commented. "It is merely an object, tell us more of this Vidic." Ezio had answered quickly. "Is he their head, he seems to be a reoccurring enemy." Desmond shook his head. "No, he is or is going to be part of the Templar's but he follows orders himself and I only glanced three men ordering him around once. They were behind a screen though, I only remember them being dark haired and wearing suits. The one talking sounded arrogant and spoke about the 'new world' or something." Desmond had described. "Is the Piece of Eden really that powerful? Is that how you came to be in this time too?" Desmond directed the question at Altair. Altair stiffened, his scarred lip curling into a sneer, his body language screaming 'stay-the-fuck-away-or-your-dead'. "I do not remember much, just a bright light and then Ezio was with me. How did you come to be here?" He asked. "I closed my eyes after I grabbed the globe so I honestly can't say." Desmond answered. "I only held the globe for a few seconds, you were held within it for longer." He asked, genuinely curious. "Time holds no meaning, I was in Masyaf then I was in Italy." Altair answered stiffly. "It was like no time had passed. Now tell me of…" End Flashback Desmond sighed, Altair had really disliked the question. That meant he had answered with lies or part-truths. What made the great assassin nervous about the object? What had he experienced? Desmond knew that all he could do was wait for the assassin to tell, if the man ever did. The bartender was surprised at the assassin's strength and will, early in the morning when Desmond was almost dead on his feet, both Ezio and Altair were walking around gracefully. Desmond flushed as he remembered how as soon as the door had closed, he had collapsed onto the bed and immediately fallen asleep. He was sure the two assassins knew this, they had sharp ears. Slowly he stood, before quickly washing his face and putting on fresh clothes. He strolled out and bumped right into Leonardo. "Leonardo are you okay?" Leonardo blinked at Desmond. "Si, I am fine." He answered, before wandering over to the table littered with paper. Desmond looked around. "Where are Ezio and Altair?" He asked, Leonardo tensed. "Look Leonardo I'm sorry that you don't like me here but until I find a way back I have no where else to go. I'll stick out like a sore thumb." He stated, remembering how Leonardo had started ranting in Italian when he saw him. From the way Ezio and Altair winced, Leonardo had said some interesting things. "Si, I may not like it but you cannot leave." Leonardo muttered. "Ma io non li perdonerà per lasciandomi solo con te." Leonardo sighed before turning to Desmond. "The two of them have gone for some mission, I don not know when they will return sconsociate." "Oh do you need any help?" Desmond offered, "No, I am fine Desmond, I have no need for helpers." Leonardo quickly answered. Desmond sighed before walking over to one of the seats. Leonardo bustled around Desmond, focusing solely on his work and other objects. Desmond sat there awkwardly not really knowing what to say, he guessed he could talk about Leonardo be famous but he was already risking changing time by telling the two assassins everything. Desmond was saved from the awkward moment, by the door sliding open. The two assassins stumbled in. Ezio, the one with the more elaborate robe was holding his stomach tightly but blood was still seeping out rapidly. He was supported by Altair but the Arabian was also hunched over and his mouth was set into a grimace. "Leonardo." Ezio gasped. Leonardo raced over, "Quickly get him into that chair then sit down yourself. Desmond, do you know any first aid?" Desmond nodded. "I must deal with Ezio before we loose him. Take care of Altair." He ordered before grabbing a needle and thread, along with bandages. Desmond sighed, turning to look at Altair. The Arabian was trying to glare through his pain filled grimace, Desmond wasn't afraid to admit the Great Assassin was intimidating even when injured. Grabbing the remaining bandages, needle and thread, he walked over to Altair. "Your not touching me." Altair growled. "Really?" Altair nodded. "Fine, if you really want to bleed to death, but I doubt Ezio and Leonardo would be pleased." Desmond stated, Altair growled. "Look, I will heal you and then we can go back to hating each other, at least you'll be alive." "I will owe you my life, Ghamid!" Altair growled. "I do not abandon my honour even if the man who saves me is a…" "Shut up, Altair." Ezio gasped, Desmond turned to see Leonardo stitching a large wound in Ezio's stomach. The Italian flinched. "It is not like you will kill him, you could have done that yesterday. Since your not going to kill him, let him heal you." Ezio scowled, glaring at the Arabian. Altair growled, "I…" "Just do it Altair, you can hate me later." Ezio pleaded softly. The Arabian sighed before turning to Desmond and glaring. "Do it, quickly." He growled. Desmond complied, quickly removing the assassins robes to find the wound. He didn't not mention anything when he noticed that Altair had tensed warily. Washing the wound with alcohol, he began to stitch the skin back together, flinching in sympathy as the man shuddered each time the needle pierced the skin. Desmond released a breathe he hadn't realised he was holding, when the final stitch was in place. He gently wrapped bandages around the mans chest, smiling and rubbing his hands when he finished. "There, all done. Now you can go back to hating me." Desmond stated. Altair glared. "Thank you Ghamid." Desmond blinked and suddenly he felt a cold blade at his neck. Altair leaned his face in close. "I may owe you for this but we are not friends. Understand?" "Yes I understand." Desmond replied, Altair held the blade there for a minute before turning and walking over to Ezio. Ezio and Altair talked for a few moments before Altair left in the direction of their shared room. The Arabian gone, Ezio turned to Desmond. "Grazie, Desmond. Grazie per aver cura di lui." With that Ezio turned to leave. "I owe you for this Desmond." He added before disappearing through their bedroom door. "Well this is interesting, both want to kill me and now they owe me." Desmond muttered before jumping as Leonardo laughed. "Altair spoke truth Desmond, he will not dishonour himself by harming you, when he owes you a debt. Now however Ezio will not be after your blood. You have saved the most important person in his life. " Leonardo snickered. "Though Altair will find ways of making your life hell." Desmond sighed staring at the closed door. "I don't doubt it." He muttered.Author Note:-
Well this chapter took a little longer to think up. But I hope you enjoy it! Translations. Ma io non li perdonerà per lasciandomi solo con te. - But I will not forgive them for leaving me alone with you. sconsociate - Stranger Grazie - Thank you Grazie per aver cura di lui- Thank you for taking car of him.While 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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