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Kalandok in Warisan	By : KimTime-Wolf Category: +A through F > Assassin's Creed Views: 1688 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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“Malik!” The shout came from the direction he’d just come.
“Altaïr,” Malik deadpanned as he turned to face his overly excited friend, groaning inside when he realized that Altaïr was not alone but was flanked by Ezio, Maria, and Romeo. An excitable bunch on any day, today their energy level had been over the top! Malik wasn’t sure what had been up with them all day but he was suddenly more afraid to know what was up now than he had been to begin with. Steeling himself for the spike of excited energy wafting off of his friends he stupidly stayed on the sidewalk several feet away from his truck.
Altaïr was running around the corner of the main office building on their college campus holding a huge yellow sheet of paper in front of him like it was a trophy. The other three were squealing (and yes, Malik noted, they sounded very much like pigs at slop time) in happiness; their hands in the air and an occasional jump showing just how ecstatic they were. Malik was mildly curious to know what the deal with the sign was but his brain was beginning to debate on whether to just keep on walking out to his truck or not when they caught up.
“Dude! You have GOT to see this!” Altaïr ran up to him, blatantly ignoring the death glare on his best friends face at being referred to as a ‘dude’.
But Malik simply raised a brow at him so Altaïr finally turned the poster to face him. Malik about had a heart attack: It was a simple campaign poster for someone who wanted to be ASB President, not really all that threatening even when you take into account that Malik was also running for ASBP so this sign was one of his competitors. No what shocked Malik so badly was WHO was running against him. The one person in the whole school that could not only get more votes for it than him, but who Malik would vote for.
Malik had been his class’s representative to the ASB for the last two years of his college life, he probably could have been president the whole time, some things would have gone a lot better and others would have been accomplished sooner if he had been, but he hadn’t wanted to do it. Everyone knew he was qualified; he was well liked and fully willing to tackle the responsibilities of the office. He’d thought he’d have it in the bag no problem, but now? Now Malik wasn’t so sure he didn’t want to change out and run for Vice-President instead. However none of his panic (or other emotions) brought on by his competitor showed on his face.
"And? Why is this so obviously exciting?” Malik asked with a stoic expression in place. He knew Altaïr thought it would be great because he knew Malik had a crush on the guy, and he guessed the others thought it was exciting because it was the star quarterback versus him. So really, asking the question was kind of pointless, but he was morbidly curious what their answer(s) would be.
“Are you kidding me?! My brother would PAY to see a competition like this!” Romeo found it hard to believe that Malik wasn’t excited about the challenge. The Brains versus the Brawn, yes Malik could see the signage going through Romeo’s mind. The main problem with that was that Malik wasn’t just brains and the quarterback wasn’t just brawn. But that wasn’t going to stop the kid’s fantasy.
“So? Your brother would pay to see a swordfish swim if someone told him it would be exciting.” Malik shot back; he didn’t particularly like any of Romeo’s older brothers and certainly not the one in question. “Besides I still don’t see how it will be “an exciting competition”.” Malik did air quotes over that last bit.
“That’s probably because it won’t be. We all know you’re going to win by a landslide and I’ll be left in the dust.” A laughing voice came from behind Malik. Ezio’s jaw dropped and Maria decided it was a great time to disappear into the main office a few feet away. Malik simply turned around to face Desmond and his posse – Juliette, Leonardo, Federico and Rosa.
“I don’t think it will be that easy at all.” Malik was having trouble with the butterflies in his stomach.
Desmond smiled at him, which only made the butterflies worse. “I do. I always end up second to you.” He seemed a bit wistful about it, but not at all disappointed. Malik was a bit confused, other than for positions on the Football team he didn’t know of anything he’d ever competed against Desmond for. “Altaïr, you WILL put my sign back.” Desmond said voice hard, but not harder than the look he landed on the Arab.
Altaïr gulped and nodded already turning back the way he’d come to do so.
“Ezio.” Federico called out to his slack jawed younger brother.
“Sí?” Malik smiled, Ezio was totally on autopilot if he was speaking Italian outside of his house. It made him wonder exactly what or better yet, who, Ezio was staring at.
“Mom and Dad have a charity tonight and I already have plans, could you pick Petruccio up from school?”
“Huh? Oh, yeah, sure.”
“Thanks,” And the group moved off, yet as Federico passed Ezio he paused clapping a hand on his shoulder, “Ezio, if you’re going to stare like a fan-girl at him every time, then don’t look at him, hm?” And he was gone.
/Him?/Malik wondered. Looking around the now non-energetic scene, it seemed Romeo had disappeared at some point so only Ezio and himself were left, “What did your brother mean?” Malik was curious.
Ezio blushed and looked at his shoes.
“That bad huh?”
Ezio looked up, “No.” He smirked, “It’s just that their all so damn HOTT!” He groaned and Malik silently concurred. While Malik may not be into women Juliette and Rosa, even Maria, were outrageously beautiful and Ezio’s brother was the most sought after male on campus and had been since his first day there. Though Desmond and Leonardo were very close seconds – Altaïr and Ezio held third place on that scale. And, Malik was sure, Romeo was probably on that list somewhere, but everyone knew he only had eyes for Juliette. Malik was pretty certain he himself wasn’t on it at all.
“But who exactly?” This question was a thousand times more important than he made it sound, if he had a crush on the same person as Ezio there was no hope for him. Ezio had a habit of always getting what he wanted. But Ezio just smiled, a soft look that Malik wouldn’t have thought him capable of if he hadn’t just seen it with his own eyes.
Ezio shook himself out of his stupor and left the question unanswered, “I’ve got to go get Petruccio, he’s probably out already.”
Malik stood paralyzed as he watched Ezio run to his Ferrari and peel out of the parking lot. /Well shit!/ Malik thought to himself as he walked the rest of the way to his pickup and left campus.
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