Under An Illusion

[MiyaSess]

Summary: The first time I had truly seen his face was after he had killed. Never once in my life did I feel the need to dominate someone so much as I did at that moment.


Title: Under An Illusion
Rating: M (that's mature if ya didn't know)
Disclaimer: I don't own Assassin's Creed.
A/N: Okay so here's a fair share warning that this story right here that you're about to read, is Yaoi. I know a lot of you don't bother to read the summary so I'm warning ya again that this is man on man sexy time and guy love. Don't like it, stop reading. ^^ If this doesn't pertain to you then please, by all means, enjoy <(^o^)>
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Chapter 1~~~Altair IbnLa'Ahad




Through the bustling streets of Jerusalem's entrance into the poor district, two Knights of Templar made their way past the standing guard. The first Templar wore his colors of captain with pride. His chest out and head up as he walked with a grace only found to those with a purpose.

He wore no helmet to hide his beautifully sandy brown locks that stopped just short of his broad shoulders. Life filled blue eyes shone with what looked like all the happiness one man could possibly gather from three lifetimes.

The second Templar was less extroverted.

Obviously a second in command with quiet features, wearing a hood to hide his face from prying eyes. It seemed like he walked with his head down in a submissive way but I knew better. The second Templar was more attentive than he looked for the unsuspecting townspeople.

His eyes searched groups of people for any sign of hostility with the precision of a hawk. His had braced against the sword at his side as if waiting for someone to attack him or the first Templar. Little did they both know that I was behind them, hidden in the midst of the scholars who followed slowly and dutifully.

Silently thanking the scholars I stepped out of their cover as they turned a corner and I continued to follow the two Templars as part of the crowd. I watched silently as the first Templar talked loudly about something to do with his last adventure, his bodyguard nodding in response but showing no sign of actually listening.

They stopped to buy fruit and the second Templar looked clearly annoyed, even uncomfortable, when a couple of apples were shoved into his arms. The first Templar continued to speak as he chewed loudly on his apple, the second made no move to eat.

I watched my target curiously. This was the man I was supposed to kill?

This was the man that had control of the faction of Templar Knights that had attacked a village under the Creed's protection? I had to take him out but the second Templar was not in the mission summary. I wondered how I could disperse of the first without the ever watchful eye of the second catching me.

This, was going to be more complicated than I thought.




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A/N: So what'd ya think? A little short I knw >.> but I decided that I had to do it or else it would never be up here. Trust me, I knw. Oh wow. This is the first time I've written after a chapter.....I think I've been reading too many fanfics <.< So anyway. I hope ya like and I hope ya won't have to wait long >.> for the next chapter. I've just recently started playing the game again and as soon as I started playing, a friend of mine sparked my yaoi interest into this game. It was almost like a dare. She keep telling me how uke Altair was but it was sad that he didn't have a seme. I immediately took up the quest and I thought about using Malik but I already had an idea of an OC, taking that sweet ass. -sigh- I'm horrible.....<.< But anyway. So yeah. Review if ya want and hope to see ya next chapter ^0^

[MiyaSess]

Disclaimer: I don't own Assassin's Creed
A/N: Hope ya like this one and continue reading. Enjoy <(^0^)<
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Chapter 2~~~ 2nd Templar



He had gone through his third apple before my hand was able to return to its place near my sword. I played with the last apple in my hand as he chewed noisily and spoke with chunks flying out haphazardly. I secretly wished he would choke on an apple piece before he talked my ears off with his boastfulness.

Yes. It was a horrible and cruel thought but anything was better than listening to him lie with such pride.

“…And there I was, sword blazing on my purebred horse with the look of determination…you on your less glorious runt of a beast. I’ve told you multiple times to put that thing down.”

“You only call him names because you couldn’t tame him. Raveen is a majestic animal far more beautiful than any other horse that I’ve seen. Do not be mad with him because he bucked you off his back.”

“I allowed myself to be bucked off. That thing is a wild beast that needs to be put out of its misery if it doesn’t wish to be ridden by me. I don’t understand why that horse is any different.”

‘He probably sensed your pompous ass a mile away and immediately revolted the thought of wearing what poor Janena is forced to ride in.’

“This is beside the point anyway. Now where was I? Ah yes, the raid. So there I was, storming into the entrance of Masyaf and was met with little resistance. Under orders to search for assassins I sent the small group of my men to scatter through the village.
Righteous we were in burning those houses believed to harbor any threat to the Knights of Templar. But one sole swordsman became two, then three and before I knew it we were surrounded. Thanks to my cunning skills we were able to destroy a portion of that village without injury, to me at least.

Another successful raid, another village fallen by my hand.” He smiled widely and I rolled my eyes as he began eating his apple again.

‘Masyaf didn’t fall by your hand…it was merely attacked. You’re lucky to be even alive….had the assassins been home….you would’ve surely died.’

“….Please sir, can you spare some money? I’m poor sick and hungry. No please! You don’t understand!!....You!!” Two women grabbed onto my sleeve as we stopped at another fruit stand and I was somewhat surprised by their assault. They never latched onto someone unless that person was an assassin.

“We are poor and our family is sick, please. I just need a few coins. Please, sir, some money?” They begged and I couldn’t help wanting to give them what they asked. I glanced at my companion and then the last apple in my hand. I smiled towards the women.

“This is all I can give you.” I took my small knife out, cut the apple in half and handed them each a piece.

“Oh thank you so much kind sir! We don’t have anything to give in return but we shall tell our brothers of what you did. They would be willing to help you if you’re ever in trouble.” Distracted by their pleas I hadn’t noticed that my companion had gone silent.

He stopped talking?

Alarmed, I turned just in time to glimpse a small blade extract its self from my superior’s throat. I cursed inwardly.

I needed him alive for just a bit longer.

His body fell to its knees and I supported it as I watched the fear pass through his eyes. “I…can’t…d-die…yet….” He choked, clutching on to my collar and forcing me closer to him. His breath was rancid. “Don’t…let me…die…here…”

“Who did this!?” A guard yelled across the plaza, searching the crowd for suspects.

“There!!! Assassin! Get him!!” I looked up and watched as the guard pointed at a body frozen, probably on instinct, at the knowledge of being caught. The person recovered from their stupidity and broke into a run.

‘Dammit! If they were going to send someone they should have at least gotten a veteran to kill him. Now I have to run after him. Damn rookies, always making things harder than they should be.’

I placed the cold dead body on the floor, closing the eyes before standing. He should have been watching his back. The idiot. It’s a pain cleaning up his messes. Where did that assassin run off to? I ran after the group of city guards who tried to capture the assailant.
He weaved in and out of vending booths. Shouts of disbelief and anger erupted from the vendors and the city guards quickened their pace. He climbed ladders and jumped from one rooftop to another.

I was keeping pace with him but the others weren’t so lucky, straining with their lack of endurance as they tried to jump across beams to another rooftop. I could tell by his back that he was young. Which helped him with his uncanning agility but somehow I cornered him, newer soldiers gathered behind him.

‘Perfect. Not only do I have to stage a fight with this seemingly fresh out of training assassin but I also have to make sure he gets out of the fight alive. Just what I needed—my plans ruined by a newbie.’ I drew my sword. ‘Time to start the show.’

“You there—assassin! You’ve killed my superior, a Knight of Templar and thought you could get away with it? Slaying him in broad daylight no less. Not only did you fail to kill him without being caught by a city guard but you also failed to elude us for your escape. You practically ran through this entire district and now almost every guard within earshot is out for your head.”

I watched him closely. He stood silently, head bowed with his hood hiding his expression. He slowly positioned his hands closer to his weapons and from what I could tell he only had two of them—not counting the hidden knife. His short blade on his back and long sword at his side, he was definitely a rookie. Who supposedly didn’t wear his ranking. That was odd and very troublesome.

“I’ll make you a deal assassin. There’s no way you can escape this alive. But, if I challenge you and you somehow manage to beat me, I’ll order the guards to stand down and let you go free. How does that sound, fair?” He slowly picked up his head and I caught a glimpse of those piercing gray eyes.

“Agreed.” He agreed with a defiant stance. I might have finally had some fun with this one. I nodded for the guards to stand down but they kept a perimeter around us to keep him from running.

Suddenly everything became quiet.

Murmurs of the market bounced through the area and the wind moved gently between the assassin and me. We both stood still and I wondered if his hood allowed him to see more clearly like my own in the presence of the blazing sun. The guards seemed more distraught by the glare.

I almost thought he had gone frozen with fear but an eagle cried out and he moved like a blur. He drew his short blade but he’d have to do better than fast sidestepping to get me off guard. I blocked him without much effort from drawing my sword and pushed him back. He had aimed for my neck.

“Impatient aren’t you? But if you kill me then who will save you from these guards?” I taunted as his feet slid against the concrete. He shifted his footing and pushed forward, swiping at me again.

“I don’t need saving.” He declared and I backed up, analyzing his movements.
He couldn’t have possibly been a new member to the Creed if he was fighting with such strength and confidence. With two hands I swung my sword and blocked him again but he hadn’t moved away. Our weapons howled against each other as we both applied more pressure to overcome the other.

“Who are you!?” I asked. He smirked and I think he might have chuckled a little. Arrogant little…

“You won’t need to know because I’ll be beating you soon. I’ll take you down before you get the chance to find out.” I growled impatiently and knocked his short blade out of his hands. If he was going to be difficult then I wasn’t going to go easy on him any longer. He managed to pull back enough in time to draw his sword.

He tried to hit me with hard and untimed attacks but he couldn’t get through my defense. Annoyed with his relentlessness I kicked him in the stomach and he reeled back in pain. He coughed at the unexpected assault, wrapping an arm around his stomach possibly to protect it but he quickly recovered to block my sword.

I started smiling as we continued to exchange blows. He would give me a cut to the arm and receive a cut across his chest or leg. Adrenaline pumped through my veins like clockwork, keeping the pain far away from my mind long enough to focus all my attention on the assassin. I had never once encountered anyone who could fight with me on equal grounds. It was an understatement to say I was excited.

Panting a little I could tell that the heat wasn’t only affecting me. I watched him glare, gasping for air and sweating underneath that white hood and armor. It had to have been worse for him since I made my robe out of light weight material to keep me cool—very expensive light weight material that an assassin could never find willingly.

I glanced around us as I allowed him to catch his breath. The city guards around us began to show signs of anxiety and I decided that it was enough of our playtime. I laughed heartily as he tried to catch me off guard again; swinging his sword and our weapons parried against each other in yet another stalemate.

“Haha. I haven’t had this much fun in awhile. It seems we don’t have much time left, so I’ll have to end this abruptly. Would you like to know my name before I finish you?” He snarled and swiped at me in an unspoken ‘no’.

I managed to cut his shoulder before he backed away and glared heatedly at me, panting more than before. He surprised me a little when he moved forward and nicked my cheek but because of the force he put into the blow and the heat, he was far too slow to realize I had sidestepped behind him.

“My name is Amir. Don’t forget it assassin.” I smiled before using the back of my hilt to hit the assassin behind his head. He collapsed unconscious on the floor and I sighed, a little glad I didn’t have to kill him if he had gotten back up. I bent down and picked him up.

I cringed somewhat, he had gotten many lucky cuts at my arms and chest despite his rookie ways. I could feel the pain seep into my system as the adrenaline started leaving. I could handle the small cuts but the gash across my arm would need tending to.

Carrying the assassin over my shoulder and sheathing my sword, I picked up his weapons and began walking away from the area. I noticed the city guards watching me closely and whispered quietly to themselves. Time to make up an excuse.

“Do not worry. I’m bringing him back to my other superior. He obviously has information that we can torture out of him. You may return to your duties.” The guards left, noisily of course, and I somehow made it to Jerusalem’s entrance. I scanned the vending booths outside the city walls and whistled softly. Almost immediately a black horse appeared and approached me.

“Ah, there you are Raveen. Have you been a good boy?” He huffed and I smiled widely, petting his nose and mane. “That’s a good horse. Come now, we’re leaving.”

I slung the assassin across the front of Raveen and when I got on, I secured him safely against my chest. It felt slightly odd with another man in my arms and between my legs...What had I been thinking just then? Nonsense—not the time to worry about small trifles. I cracked Raveen’s reins and he broke into a run up a hill towards the assassin village.



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A/N: SSSooo. How'd you like? I think the fight scene was a little eh. I think it's cause I haven't actually fought with a sword before. Maybe I should take up classes? Usually the way my brain works when writing is that if I can do it then I can write it in more detail. Fighting hand to hand isn't hard, especially when you know kick boxing, martial arts, gymnastics and color guard. But hey, not everyone is blessed with the agility to move like I can ^^. My imagination is off the hook but swordplay is beyond me. I've got to do more research. -runs off to play AC and AC2 again- Because videogames are more fun to learn from. See ya next chapter, hehe <(^0^)>

[Shyama101]

<3 Assassian CREED!! Awesome!

[childofdarkness89]

interesting story i love assassins creed keep going!
it would be interesting if you could add some kind of music to it, if you know what i am getting at.

[MiyaSess]

interesting story i love assassins creed keep going!
it would be interesting if you could add some kind of music to it, if you know what i am getting at.

Interesting proposal. I shall see what music would fit best with both chapters ^^ Especially the fight scene. Btw way. How do I insert music?