الحلو الإصدار

The name's Altaïr. I'm not sure how you got here, or what you're planning to accomplish. But let's make this worth my while, hm?

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“So I’m intentionally pissing you off by talking about previous boyfriends I’ve had? Sorry should I just totally forget I ever had a love life just because you have a thing for me? Since I talked about him before you kissed me last week. How about I talk about Rauf, or Antonio, or Shaun?” he demanded angrily, meeting Altair dangerous look for dangerous look. Just because he worked behind the scenes didn’t mean he was some push over. “Because I dated them too, some of them for quite a while. Abbas? Fuck, he was a road bump,” he then very debility pushed his glasses back up. “So don’t tell me who I’m allowed to fucking talk about since if I ever decide to get with you and we’re done, damn right I’ll talk about you too and what a fucking dick you are.”

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"It's not your goddamn boyfriends I have a problem with.  It's only fucking Abbas.  I'm not saying to just forget about whoever else you were with, I know you have a history and I don't fucking care."  He silently watched Malik push his glasses up, grabbing the man's wrist when he moved to put his hand back down.  

"If you ever decide to get with me." he repeated, moving closer now.  "You sure don't seem like you're ever going to make that decision one way or another.  There's only so much I can take, Malik.  Maybe you need some fucking help deciding."  He pulled Malik to him, not bothering to be gentle, and claimed the other man's lips with his own.  He'd deal with the consequences of this later, he'd been wanting to do this all night.

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“And you’re not?” Malik demanded right back ignoring Altair’s tone completely. “In case you forgot Altair, you’re one of the most infuriating men I know. It’s like you go out of your way to piss me off and make me worry and get on my nerves,” he narrowed his eyes back at Altair. Fine, Altair wanted to argue, he’d fucking argue.

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"Oh, for fuck's sake...  I've messed up a job here, gotten an injury there.  I'm not going out of my way to fucking worry you.  Pissing you off, sometimes that's intentional.  Looks like you do the same, though.  You don't have much room to talk right now."  He was still giving Malik a dangerous look, though his anger now was almost calm, not his usual rampaging tirades.  

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“Oh really? I hadn’t noticed at all,” Malik said flippantly, not at all disturbed by Altair’s mood. “Not as though I have to try very hard it seems. Just mention my ex and you get all huffy and pissy,” he spoke a bit with his hands as he talked, showing how unimpressed and unafraid he was with Altair’s attitude. Though Altair’s scowl made his heart speed up a bit, because he knew Altair could be dangerous when he wanted to. All part of being friends with a hitman really, you got used to it and… enjoyed it? Something like that.

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He gave a low growl, glaring at the man beside him.  "Right." he growled, his voice dangerous.  "But you were trying.  What are you trying to get at here, Malik?"  Malik was going from telling him to calm down all night to intentionally riling him up.  It was driving him crazy, not knowing what the hell the other man wanted from him.  "You are absolutely infuriating."

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“And I’ll just beat you again,” Malik said nicely. Because really, it was Altair, no way he’d ever beat Malik. “I mean with a team like that no way you’ll ever beat me,” he scoffed. “Though I shouldn’t be surprised, you just started. Little baby trainer Altair,” and he ruffled Altair’s hair, knowing it annoyed him. Truthfully he liked when Altair was kinda pissed, cause he was usually so freakishly chill and withdrawn and anger was an emotion he could get out of Altair was that’s blundering, socially inept stupidity. “Though don’t feel too bad, not even Abbas could beat me when we played.”

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The scowl was slowly making its way back onto his face as Malik talked.  Would the man just drop the fucking match already?  The breaking point was when he messed up Altair's hair.  Again.  "Would you cut it out?" he snapped, glaring at Malik again.  It didn't help when he brought up Abbas again.

"I asked you not to talk about him." he ground out.  "Are you trying to piss me off, Malik?  Because it's working."

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“Whimsicott,” Malik said in a sort of sing-song tone. “She’s been with me since my first play through of Black. Not good for competition, but she’s powerful. Don’t be such a sore loser Altair,” and he nudged Altair’s leg with his foot. He pushed his glasses properly up his nose, still grinning. “One day you might be able to beat me,” though really he didn’t get Altair’s mood. Malik had won fair and square, no items, no legends, no cheat teams or special teams like sandstorm or endurance teams or flinch specialists. Just his fun team.

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"Yeah, yeah." Altair muttered, sitting back up.  "I'll get back to you on that once I take down the Elite Four, or whatever they're called.  I apparently still have a lot of training to do."  He frowned and looked down at his DS.  He wasn't relishing the thought of more training, but he didn't want to just give Malik a win and never redeem himself.

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Malik sniped Altair’s DS from him so he could properly close out the match and not get it marked as a win in his favor. As he did he snorted, grinning widely, “Not my competitive, just my fun team. Not my fault I had an answer for everything you wanted to throw at me,” he said triumphantly and mashed A until they were back in the Union room before tossing Altair is DS back and saved his game at his leisure with a broad grin. “Who knew you were such a sore loser,” Malik said, the shit eating grin he was wearing probably didn’t help.

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He briefly glared at Malik before turning back to his DS to leave the Union Room and save his game.  "Fuck you, Malik." he muttered.  "Just your 'fun' team, my ass.  I barely even got half your team down.  You beat me with a fucking cotton ball."  He gave an over-dramatic sigh and fell against the back of the couch.

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“Well, I say competitive but it’s just with the mini league at Columbia,” Malik shrugged as he flicked his system on. “Give me a minute I need to get my team,” he added and flew to the nearest Center and swapped out his pokemon and made his way to the Union room. He grinned when he saw Altair wandering around the room. “Ready?” he asked engaging Altair in a conversation and asking him to battle. “I’m ganna destroy you,” he said with a not so nice grin.

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"Oh come on!" Altair whined, flipping his DS closed with more force than was strictly necessary.  "What the hell was that?  You said you weren't using your competitive team, or whatever.  What do you have like Super Pokemon, or something?!  You just decimated my team!"

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Ezio looked at Altair with wide eyes, “I’m not flamboyant! What makes you say that?!” he snapped, gesticulating wildly. “I cringe at how you view me, brother.”

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"...Right." Altair muttered, rolling his eyes.  "You ever looked at yourself in a mirror, brother?  I didn't say it was necessarily a bad thing.  It works for you."  He gave a slight shrug.  "Lie to yourself if you want to, though."

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Ezio perked up at the statement that he was a star and smiled, “Oh?” he sat up and looked at the screen, but immediate his face fell, “What the hell?” he asked, “Why am I in a skirt? A grass skirt? Are those bows? Cutesy girl musicals? Musicals?” he asked, looking at Altair with a frown. “Sparkle Ezio? What am I a magical pony? All I am missing is a coconut bra.”

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"If they had one of those in the game, you'd be wearing it." he responded, grinning.  "You're a fucking sparkling Pokemon, Ezio.  What else did you expect me to do with you?  Even Pokemon you is flamboyant; it was fate."

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Ezio looked at Altair pointedly, about to say something back, but instead sighed heavily. He let it go for now, but gave Altair a look all the same. He suspected that if he and Altair did go on the mission they would butt heads, but just like Altair said maybe they could also learn from each other.

“You’re really into that game.” he yawned and stretched again, “Sure, tell me how pokemon me is doing.” he grinned.

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"It's a good game." he replied, shrugging.  "You should check it out."  He picked his DS up and flipped it open, pressing a few buttons to get where he wanted.  "Pokemon you is a star." he stated, looking up at his brother.  

He turned his DS towards Ezio, showing him the shiny Kabutops he'd named after the man.  The screen depicted the Pokemon with several frilly bows on its head, and along with a necklace and grass skirt.  "I call him Sparkle Ezio.  He's a huge hit in all of the cutesy girl musicals."

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“I suppose so, but not for long.” he wanted to tell Altair if he had the patience to tell Malik AFTER his job, he wouldn’t have been injured. In fact a lot of past problems could have been avoided were his brother more patient. He was skilled in killing, yes, always got the job done, but there were things he could work on.

Ezio was good at what he did as well, but still lacked the knowledge to properly kill his target. He was still young, not able to understand that in order for some things to happen, people had to die. And so he always hesitated before a kill. He was also somewhat clumsy on his feet, didn’t think some things through, and sometimes caused more trouble for himself than needed when he talked. He had his fair share of learning to do.

“Anyway, anything else happen the past few days?” he mused.

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"Yeah, yeah...  I get this lecture often enough from Malik.  Don't need it from you, too."  He gave his brother a look that said he was done listening to this.  "If you wanna learn something from me, like how to actually get your fucking job done right, then be my guest.  And maybe I'll pick up a thing or two from you along the way, if I'm feeling up to it.  We'll see how it goes."

"Anything else...  Not a lot.  I haven't really been able to leave the house much, if you haven't noticed.  Unless you want live updates on my Pokemon adventures."

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Ezio nodded, “Yes, he was very polite. Although expected a lot.” he waved a hand, “Skilled at killing, yes, but don’t let that get to your head. Maybe you can learn some patience from me.” he grinned. “Doesn’t Malik chide you enough about that as it is? Or being discreet?”

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"Yeah.  He's pretty alright, as far as people go."  That was saying a lot coming from him.  "Hah.  Patience.  That's a virtue I wasn't blessed with.  I've lived without it for this long, haven't I?"  Though he knew he could use some work on the 'discreet' bit.  He always got the job done, yes.  But it wasn't always as clean as he'd like it to be.

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“They went to a lot of lengths to get to you. Even involving a well known gang and boss. The employer we’ve had previous jobs with, you more than me. He said it would be of interest to us to take on this job. He likes your work.” he rolled his eyes, “He says I should learn from you, can you believe that?”

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"Yeah...  Oh.  Is it Barton?"  That was the only contractor he could think of that he worked with often enough.  The man paid well enough, and had never been overly difficult to deal with.  

He smirked at Ezio's last comment.  "Maybe you should learn from me, brother.  I am the best in our line of work."  

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“Possibly.” Ezio nodded, chewing on the spoon, “I took care of that guy that betrayed you, but we never did figure out why, hm? Why set up something like that instead of just out rightly killing you? WHY even want you dead? If they want you gone, do they also intend to come after me? If that is the case, we should warn everyone to be on guard. Who knows what lengths they will go for us…” he looked at Altair, “I’m just saying anyway. I could be wrong.”

“I will talk to him again and tell him we will be ready maybe a week from now, does that sound good?

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"There are a lot of people who probably want me dead." he pointed out.  "I kill for a living, Ezio.  Who knows how many family members or friends I've put down?  There are bound to be a few revenge-driven idiots out for my blood.  Though...  This one did seem a bit elaborate..." he trailed off, thinking.

"A week from now..?  Yeah.  That'll be fine.  I'll start getting back into shape a few days from now.  Should be good to go next week."

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Ezio chuckled, “Yes, yes, I did mention that and they said it was no problem.” he looked thoughtful. “I was thinking the same, ease you back in. He didn’t say much but by his tone it sounded…important. It might even benefit us. Imagine that hm?” he sighed and reached for Altair’s ice cream, taking a bite.

“Shall I give him an exact time and date?” he asked in between bites.

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"Good." he grunted, absently adjusting his hood.  "Important?"  That had caught his attention.  "You think it might tie in with the shit I just went through..?  Or is this something else?"  Now he was even more interested in where this job was going.  "...Yeah.  Set us up on the job.  This might be interesting."

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Ezio sighed, “Whatever you say…” he said, but smiled all the same.

“Ok, well, good, that’s good to hear, actually, because as I said before jobs are hard to come by with the reputation you set up. So I had to prove myself on several occasions. One employer was impressed and proposed a job to me and you. I had not accepted though, claiming to need time to think on his offer.” he looked at his brother and raised a brow, “What do you think? I know you hate joint missions and I don’t know much of the details, but it’s something to consider.” he shrugged.

“I’m just glad you are recovering fast.”

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"A joint mission?" he asked, intrigued.  "Hmmm...  It's been a while since we've teamed up.  Might be just the thing to ease me back into this, too.  Get me some details and lets give it a shot."  He stretched, setting the now-half-empty carton of ice cream down on the table.  "...You did make it clear that we charge double for joint missions, right?  I'll be expecting my full pay."

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Ezio threw his hands in the air and sighed dramatically, “Well I suppose no answer is better than no, since that means he is considering things. I hope. And a pokemon battle?” Ezio shook his head, “At least you two have that if anything to distract you. I pray for you sanity.” he said seriously and placed a hand on Altair’s shoulder, “Just promise that…you will not be so distracted again.” he said, glancing at his hurt side.

A lack of an answer, clarity, at the situation left Ezio wondering if Altair’s mind would wander again. He understood the situation, knew they needed time, but they also had jobs to do.

“How is your wound anyway?” he asked after a moment.

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"Hey, he's way more into it than I am." he said, half defensive.  "Yeah, I...  I won't let that happen again.  Don't worry about it.  I think getting stabbed kinda teaches you a lesson."

He glanced down at his side as Ezio asked about the injury.  "It's better." he said, frowning.  "I can walk on it well enough now.  Though there's still a noticeable limp.  The pain has died down a lot.  I'll be fine in another couple of days, I'm sure."  He hoped that was the case, at least.  he was itching to get back to work.