Fleeting

Pointless Age Check! (Ages are not canon and I have made them up as I went along. Did you know that Altaïr made master Assassin at age twenty-five! It’s a ubisoft fact! But in this lets make it…um…twenty-two!)
Altaïr 27 Malik 30 Azurelle 18 Nazeera 25 - 8 years Altaïr 19 Malik 22 Azurelle 10 Nazeera 17

This is a filler chapter.

Edited 30/8/10

Eighteen years ago, Damascus
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A girl of seven wandered the streets, a tiny baby in her arms wailed noisily as the young girl tried to quiet it, “I’m going as fast as I can! Just a little further and you’ll have food, I promise!” this did nothing to stop the baby. Soon, the girl came before a door and she knocked loudly, a woman opened the door and looked down with a sigh, “Nazeera…”

“I’m sorry, Aysha…mother wont look after her!”

“Nazeera,” the woman winced as the baby screamed louder, “give her here, she must be starving!” Nazeera gave the woman her baby sister and followed her in. Aysha was an old friend of Nazeera’s family; she wasn’t far off from giving birth to her own child, “I take it your father did not approve of her being so pale.” She knew from the moment Nazeera’s mother had confided in her about the rape that there would only be trouble for this tiny newborn.

“Father hasn’t arrived home from work, mother’s going to tell him the baby died…” the woman ruffled the girls short black hair, “can you take her?” the woman shook her head, she couldn’t afford to take care of two children. “But…I don’t want my little sister to die!”
Aysha sighed in defeat as the little girl began to cry; there wasn’t anything she could do though. She couldn’t take the baby in! “Please, Aysha! I’ll give you all my meals! I don’t need them! And my blankets, I’ll do chores for you! She’s all alone so I have to look after her!”

“That’s enough!” she snapped, she couldn’t feel any worse than she already did, “you’d have to get a job and no one’s going to pay a scrap of a girl like you!”

Though it had seemed hopeless, Nazeera had been blessed with sudden good fortunes; a man from India and his wife were looking for children to train for a Troupe. They had grown up with a travelling circus and now hoped to make their own. Nazeera had been pretty enough to grab the wife’s attention – what was a Troupe without something pretty to gawk at?
Nazeera had agreed to go only if the baby stayed with her. Gyani had not been pleased with the idea, it would mean one less person he could add, there was already a set of twins and a street thief in the little group, they could train immediately, a baby could not! His wife glared at him and taken the baby from Nazeera, already in love. “What’s her name?”

“Azurelle.”

“That’s not a real name…how about – ”

“Her name is Azurelle!”


Eight years ago, Masyaf
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Despite homing the Assassin’s fortress, Masyaf was an open place for trade and weary travellers; Gyani’s Troupe was heard of quite often and had been hired by Al Mualim to perform for a few nights as part of a celebration. It would only be something small as the Assassin’s far out maneuvered any of the young Troupe at their current level of training. Nazeera had felt quite annoyed when she’d overheard someone say she wasn’t as good as the girls in the Assassin’s garden. But as it was, that didn’t matter, her small sister had disappeared again, the little monster wanted to see the fortress up close. ‘She’ll never make it up the hill!’ were Gyani’s words.

“You!” She turned to the male voice behind her, “is this yours?” the hooded man had the ten year old Azurelle by her collar, she tugged at him furiously, she called him every name under the sun and even attempted to bite him on several occasions.

“…can I say no?” she asked trying to hide her embarrassment, “You stop that immediately, young lady!”

“Altaïr! Let her go!” the young Altaïr loosened his grip and threw the girl into her older sister. He muttered something about her being an animal and the girl turned and told him he was stupid. The Assassin glared down at the girl and she hugged Nazeera’s waist fearfully, “Altaïr, do you not have throwing practice?”

“I may start by throwing that brat into the lake, Malik.” And with that he spun on his heal and ascended the hill towards the training ring.

“And that is why Adha will not show you affection!” Malik called after the sulking youth. There was a bit of an awkward silence after that and then both young adults spoke up at once. Nazeera laughed lightly and motioned for him to continue. “You must forgive him, Altaïr is…well, he is a bastard really, but what can you do?”

Nazeera chuckled at his words; he seemed to be better tempered than his young friend, “Well, she did try to bite him.”

Malik laughed at that, “He did carry her down the hill by the scruff of her neck, he could have been gentler with the girl and so he did deserve it.” He regarded the little girl, she was trying to peer beneath his hood and not get caught by him, “you are a nosy one aren’t you?” Azurelle stuck out her tongue and hid further behind Nazeera.

“I’m so sorry for the trouble she’s caused! She’s just very curious about…your job.” It didn’t seem the right way to phrase it but he understood her meaning easily.

“It is no problem…are you singing tonight?” the young novice had noticed her while she had been performing and was quite taken with the pretty girl – if not for his younger brother teasing him he would not have been looking for her now.

Nazeera shook her head; she wasn’t performing tonight, “Gyani has allowed me the night off.”

“It’s her seventeenth birthday! So she’s going to get drunk and find a boyfri-” the small brunette found herself with a hand clamped over her mouth, her sister glared at her disapprovingly as she continued to muffle under the hand.

“Shut up!” she hissed and then looked back at Malik blushing, “I’ll just take this monster elsewhere, I promise not to let her go near the fortress again!” She turned and began dragging Azurelle away; the small girl was now licking her palm in an attempt to be heard. Malik suddenly spoke up.

“Would you like to get drunk with me?” he mentally hit himself, “I-I meant, can I buy you a drink…tonight…to…apologize for my friend’s behaviour!” he thought he’d gotten over his awkwardness with the other sex and here he was tripping over his words in front of the prettiest girl he’d seen for a long time.

“I don’t think so,” Nazeera said, “I don’t think you should apologise because some kid got his trousers in a twist. But…if you’re asking because you want to; maybe.” She gave him a shy smile over her shoulder and Malik blushed under the grey hood.

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Nazeera moaned quietly as she was pushed up against the rough bark of a tree, Malik’s tongue and mouth busied themselves on her throat as his hands wandered over her body. His left hand massaged her breast through the material of her yellow tunic; his right had dropped to rub her through her leggings causing her to whimper in pleasure. “Have you done this before?” he muttered quietly into her ear before lightly nipping the lobe. He didn’t want to have her lose her virginity in a drunken stupor.

“Yes.” She replied breathlessly, though she’d never felt this hot before with any other man, perhaps it was the alcohol, “but not in the middle of a blackened street.” He grinned wickedly; taking the hint he took her hand and led her into the horses’ pen behind a large pile of hay. He lowered her down into the straw, covering her easily with his own body as he proceeded to remove her clothes as hastily as he could. “That’s hardly fair!” she pouted as his mouth teased a dark nipple, “You would strip me down to nothing when I know you plan to do nothing more than take your cock out and fuck me.”

Malik pulled back in surprise, yes that was his plan but that wasn’t what surprised him, her language and the way she squeezed his manhood without the slightest bit of shyness wasn’t something he was used to. He was used to the girls in the fortress garden who acted like shy virgins and spoke softly for him to make love to them, Nazeera was exploring his body as roughly as Malik was hers and he couldn’t say it displeased him – he was actually quite turned on by the bossy female. “What will you do about it, habiba?” he asked with a slight challenge in his voice.

Nazeera laughed, the Assassin was turning out to be quite entertaining, at first she wasn’t so sure, he’d seemed shy and too polite with her, he’d been nervous. It wasn’t until Altaïr had decided to park himself at their table and begin an argument with her, unintentionally of course, that Malik seemed to stare at her with more than friendly interest. She’d told Altaïr where to get off before dragging Malik outside, this was when the man jumped her. “Let me up and I’ll show you.” Malik let her hands push at his chest until their positions were reversed; here she proceeded to remove her clothing until he could see all of her, “what would be the point of stripping me and then not seeing anything because you’re on top?” She reached for the hood obscuring his face and pulled it down.

“I will have to kill you now that you have seen my face.” His smile was lazy as she rubbed up and down his clothed chest, she could see the playful glint in his dark brown eyes, “unless you have a way to persuade me otherwise.”

“hmm,” she hummed thoughtfully as she pulled his erect shaft into her hands and stoked him up and down slowly, “I don’t have any money to give you, nor any information…what to do, what to do…” she pursed her lips pretending to be deep in thought even as Malik’s hips bucked impatiently in her hand, “how about a special dance, just for you?” letting him go, Nazeera smirked at the growl that rumbled from deep in his chest, she pushed the light robes he wore further up before dragging her nails down the ridges of his muscled stomach.

He hissed impatiently, “Woman, ju-”

“Shut up and watch!” she interrupted him whilst grabbing his erection in one hand and resting the other on his raised knee, “don’t move.” She made sure he was looking at her before slowly lowering herself onto him, Malik’s eyes shifted to where their flesh met and nearly came at the sight of her tight, wet heat slowly swallowing him inch by glorious inch. A long languid moan accompanied the movement until she was fully seated upon him, Malik gripped her hips tightly as she grinded back and forth against him, “okay,” she panted slightly, “now you can move…please move!” Malik obeyed her with a powerful thrust that made her gasp and her breasts bounce at the force.

“I can see what you meant about my view being obscured, habiba.” He started a quick, sharp pace that allowed him to enjoy the expanse of her beautiful dark skin but was soon coaxed into a faster and deeper rhythm as she clenched her walls around him tightly. The Assassin pulled her forward for a hard kiss and was rewarded with a better angle and more desperate moans from Nazeera, she fought his tongue awkwardly with her own, she wasn’t used to such a fierce and desperate kiss, she let his mouth dominate hers as his thrusts made her gasp and pant until she was dizzy from the lack of breath. Letting go of her lips, Malik dragged his left hand down her body and rubbed his thumb against the hard little nub that made her scream loudly as she was forced to come against him. He continued to pierce her again and again until he felt his body grow taut, she cried out again suddenly, once again squeezing him deliciously until he emptied himself inside her.

She trembled slightly in his arms, Malik stroked her back gently as she panted into his neck, “did you…twice?” he asked after regaining his own breath, she nodded into the crook of his neck and he couldn’t help suppress a huge grin that split his face. “Hmm, that’s never happened to me before.” He muttered with a definite note of male pride in his voice.

“I-It’s never…never happened to me before! I can still feel…” she moaned quietly when Malik’s hands wandered over her thighs, “I think you killed me…” he laughed into her shoulder length hair for a moment before rolling her over and positioning himself over her again.

“Perhaps a repeat will bring you back.”


Present day, Jerusalem
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Nazeera groaned and her head tossed slightly on the bed, beside her sat Malik, he was gently dabbing the fevered sweat from her brow and trying his best to keep her still as she dreamed. She’d been moved into his bedroom at the bureau, Imran not wanting her to stay in his house as it would arouse suspicion if he was found with an Assassin’s associate. Altaïr and Nakim had moved her as gently as they could to the bureau as soon as night had fallen to cover them, there was nothing more he could do now but wait. “Is she getting worse?” Azurelle asked as she stood behind him, the acrobat’s eyes were reddened with exhaustion, she’d been up since before dawn and had had a busy day for someone in her condition.

“Azurelle, it’s nearly dawn! Go to sleep!” Malik had no more patience for her, he could see why Altaïr dogged her steps and forced her to take breaks, to eat and sleep, she would run herself ragged if left alone. “If anything changes I will get you immediately.”

“But Malik, what if – ” she paused as his no-nonsense glare hit her; this wasn’t up for discussion apparently. He turned from her and she watched him tend to her sister carefully – it was a clear sign that he would talk no more to her. Defeated the short haired brunette returned to the other room where Altaïr was staring at her disapprovingly from the rug she’d abandoned him in as he dozed. “…sorry?”

Altaïr huffed into his pillow and lifted his arm for her to join him; she laid with her back to him and allowed the Assassin to pull her close with his arms around her protectively. She felt queasy, possibly because she had not slept or because morning was approaching with a good possibility of morning sickness, she groaned at the thought and tried to bury her face into the pillow. “Are you in pain?” Altaïr rumbled in her ear, he was still coddling her because of her fall earlier even though the doctor, who now sported a black eye, had assured him she was fine! “Do your knuckles still hurt?” she gave a small laugh at his amused comment, he hadn’t had any sympathy for Imran after Azurelle had given him a right hook to his face.


Back in Malik’s room, the Dai was beginning to nod his head as he tried to keep himself from sleeping in the chair, he was truly tired now and wanted nothing more than to get into bed with Nazeera. She lay still now from her dreams, the thrashing and small moans ceased. It hadn’t seemed like a nightmare to Malik, her face hadn’t seemed to crease in fear and the noises she’d uttered hadn’t seemed distressed. He was just relieved to have her still and not aggravating her injury.

“If you’re tired; sleep.”

Malik jolted violently, his eyes wide and unbelieving when they met her barely open ones, he hadn’t expected to see her awake anytime soon. “Are you alright?” he asked dumbly, not knowing what else to say.

Nazeera smiled at him, “no, I’ve been shot…and I’m in terrible pain.” She wanted to laugh at his expression, he looked so startled to see her and he was floundering about like a fool, saying something about a pain reliever. He left her for a moment and she waited, she heard Azurelle’s voice and then both Malik and Altaïr telling her to sleep impatiently, she was grateful none of them were hurt…even Altaïr. Malik came back into the room after a few minutes with a cup in his hand.

“This will help the pain…it might make you hallucinate though” he gave her an apologetic shrug at her disapproving frown, chances were she was too weak to do anything but sleep after losing so much blood. Nazeera shifted her body upwards, a sharp pain making her gasp, Malik grimaced as she whimpered to herself, he wished he could help her with more than just forcing her to drink the foul liquid and he also wished to kill the one who had done this to her. “I thought I had lost you.” He murmured as if ashamed she’d hear, “and there wasn’t a bloody thing I could do.”

Nazeera gave him another weak smile, she reached for him gingerly, pulling on his robe until his head rested on her stomach and she could stroke through his messy hair without agitating her wound, “sleep, Malik…you’ll be grumpy in the morning.”

“It is morning.” He muttered as he made himself comfortable, he was lent over from the chair, his head resting on her belly and his right arm caressed her side soothingly. “I ca not sleep if I know you are having bad dreams.” He really was tired if he was beginning to ramble nonsense, she shook her head sleepily, the drug beginning to take affect.

“Will you sleep knowing that they were all about you and me…in a haystack in Masyaf?”

Malik said nothing and Nazeera was certain he’d fallen asleep until his voice vibrated across her skin, “we should do that again.”

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Ta Da! So I thought I’d fill in a tiny bit of Nazeera’s history, only a few of her memories, mostly to pad out the chapter and add some two armed Malik sex! Hmm, I don’t think young Altaïr liked Azurelle much.

Reviewers!

WhatEverLoz: You’re still with me! *throws cookies* I didn’t shoot the doctor but I had Azurelle punch him in the face just for you!

TheYukii: Another one who’s stuck with me! *throws cookies* I’m glad you’re enjoying it so far!

Sera22: You taught me my style! *throws more cookies* it seemed too cruel to deprive Malik of such a bossy woman! So yes, she’s not dead…yet

Brainfear: I’m glad I actually managed to create chemistry between them; I’m hoping to keep the pH balance just right! *cookies for you* and also, a criticism! Fantastic! (I’m being serious) originally when I wrote this I was trying to add the next part to a story I’ve been writing for a long time…I had a serious block and a mind full of filthy thoughts and thus Fleeting was born. I felt it could take too long to build their relationships from scratch so I skipped ahead to the part where they already know each other, hopefully avoiding any Mary-Sue-ish behaviour from the girls.
I have slipped bits of their history in here and there but obviously that will never cover their backgrounds but I had planned to concentrate a tiny but on their history with chapters like this, there will be one in the final chapter of Fleeting for Azurelle too. I didn’t want to concentrate on their history too deeply as I felt it might spoil them. But I am so glad you’re enjoying this fiction!