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Going through your closet- wait. Scratch that. Going through your room that only contained two pieces of clothing, was horrible. You never had a female friend before, so you didn't have any idea of what to wear. You heard that females are really sassy and rude.
Silly. You had only two outfits. One was your robes, which you wear currently wearing, and this comfy...thing Malik gave you. You think that it was those vest and...skirt thing he received as a gift from Kadar. Kadar probably got it from a female friend. You hope. You weren't sure exactly what it was, but you knew it wouldn't work out for a 'date'.
You furrowed your eyebrows. What would a man like? You only had one more day to find a outfit. You ran your fingers through your hair in frustration. Perhaps some kind women in town can help. You grabbed your money pouch and exited your room.
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No. They didn't help at all.
"Move your arms!" The tailor barked, measuring your wingspan. You grit your teeth as she measured you. You had chosen (y/f/c) as your dress color. It was a beautiful shade. Or so the lady said. The woman finished writing down the measurements, muttered numbers. You stood there awkwardly.
"Um, may I go?" You asked. She nodded, hair bun bouncing up and down. She didn't even look at you!
"Midday tomorrow, yes?" The lady asked, kindly. Her kindness, compared to before, amused you to no end. C'mon, seriously, one second she is snappy and rude, the next, she's so nice!
"Yes. Thank you." You nodded, while walking out.
You decided to walk around the market, admiring the sights, sounds, smells, and even taste! You weren't busy today, anyway. You passed by a mirror and stopped. You gingerly touched your Assassin robes, actually taking the time to examine it. It looked...natural. Like it belonged there. A fellow assassin walked passed, and you compared yours to his.
"Mine...is slimmer." You whispered. "Perhaps because of gender." You muttered. The normal assassin wear was long sleeved, thick, and two-layered. Yours was short sleeved, a bit thin, but more padding, and was three layered. The potential risk of you getting hurt on the arms was higher. How you figured this out was a mystery. You noticed how the assassin had some armor. You walked up to him.
"Excuse me, but where did you get your armor from?" You asked, nodding at his greaves on his ankle area.
He glanced pervertedly at your figure, before responding, "A beautiful female assassin looking for armor? Now that, my dear, is amazing." He said.
You ignored his charms. "Can you show me?" You asked. He nodded before looking at you again. "This way." He said, pulling you toward the center of the market.
You followed him and admired the colors and smells like before. Many people shouted at high prices, horrible service, and kids happily giggling and laughing. You attention was interrupted by the assassin.
"Here, lovely." He purred. You looked away in disgust. "Thank you." You said dryly.
"I will wait for you." He said. You groaned, but said yes. As you walked away, his eyes adverted to your hips. You rolled your eyes.
You walked up to the man before saying, "Uh, can I buy some greaves?" You asked timidly at the blacksmith.
"Why of course! Come around the counter and I'll measure you feet." The blacksmith laughed. You walked around, placing your foot on the stool. The blacksmith muttered some words and grabbed some greaves in the back. That was fast.
"These are custom made. A man order theses, but he died before he could get them." He explained, strapping them on. You nodded, understandingly, surprised how this man had the same size as you.
"What are these designs?" You asked, touching the one on your right ankle.
"That is an eagle which represents bravery, courage, and loyalty. The owl means swiftness, intelligence, and kindness. Lastly, the star, means beauty, freedom, and uh...you'll find out. I'm sure you will." The man said. You nodded, amazed at these meanings.
"I really love them, sir." You admired. They were a sparkling silver, with a touch of blue in the owl's eyes and gold in the eagle's. You believed they were real gold and sapphire. He smiled softly.
You fumbled for some money, but he grabbed you hand.
"No, it's fine. You listened to me and these are your first. Besides, you have a good reason why you need them." He explained, patting the hidden blade sheath. You smiled at him, grateful.
"Thank you. I'll repay you one day." You said, walking out. He man smiled again, before resuming his work.
You walked up to the assassin and grinned, showing off your new armor.
"That is positively..." He said, licking his lips. You smacked him. "Don't even finish that sentence.
"Why? Are you...afraid of me?" He taunted. Without knowing you backed up slowly. He noticed and smirked. He continued pushing you until you were right up against the wall. He breath was horrible and you didn't like it.
"Get...off!" You yelled, trying to push him off. He must have been heavy because he didn't budge. He smiled maliciously before grabbing your arms. Now, you were scared. You heard of men doing this to...women, but you never expected it to happen to you! You were terrified. Maybe even more than the time Altaïr almost drowned! You couldn't help it, but a tear fell. You weren't helpless! You were and assassin for eagles sake! He threatened you with his short sword, aimed at your stomach. The assassin tried pulling you to a alley, but a voice stopped him.
"Hey! You get away from her!" A voice shouted. The assassin spun around, still grasping you, and the sword, firmly. The assassin threw you onto the ground before running straight at the voice. He must of threw you hard onto the ground because your vision was blurry and unclear. Maybe some blood even.
The mysterious man punched and kicked the assassin. The assassin tried to stab the man, but the man kicked the sword away.They were fighting and fighting until the mystery man retracted a...hidden blade...? You couldn't tell.
"Don't you dare even touch her again!" He roared, pushing the blade closer to the assassin's throat. The assassin quickly nodded before scrambling up and away. The man walked over to you.
You looked up, expecting him hurt you. Not even close.
"...(y/n)..." He murmured, picking you up. You recognized the voice because of the close proximity.
"Altair!" You gasped, before clutching your head.
"Shhh. I'm going to take you to Malik...we can't risk exposing ourselves." He assured you. You nodded painfully at your throbbing head.
He gently held your head, rubbing it soothingly.
'Is he...caressing my head?' You thought. 'I think his is!'
He continued 'caressing' your head as he walked. You grew tired and dizzy, so you rested you head onto his shoulder. You nuzzled his neck and felt him smile slightly.
"Thank you, Altair...but just remember, I'm not helpless...not even close..."
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Many things I need to apologize for: the assassin's behavior, if they had greaves, tailors and such, and of course, the randomness. This was the hardest part I had to do because yes this was my idea, (so was the pervert). But my friend wanted him to be even more of a pervert. I'm sorry about this. And trust me: You will not be that helpless. You were only like that because of the sword at your stomach and the weight placed upon you. And "for eagles sake" was what I say when I feel like it.
(Y/f/c) means your favorite color. Notice any mistakes? Comment below!
IMPORTANT QUESTION:
Who do you want as your date? Comment....again. The more votes win! This is the longest one I have done...ever. Not story, but summary thingy.
Does this need mature...?
Would anyone else fangirl if Altair rescued you and carried you bridel style? Oh and don't forget, you nuzzled him! .__.
(Y/f/c) means your favorite color. Notice any mistakes? Comment below!
IMPORTANT QUESTION:
Who do you want as your date? Comment....again. The more votes win! This is the longest one I have done...ever. Not story, but summary thingy.
Does this need mature...?
Would anyone else fangirl if Altair rescued you and carried you bridel style? Oh and don't forget, you nuzzled him! .__.
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IDK WHO'S MY DATE
But I want it to be Altair- wait, who doesn't?
But I want it to be Altair- wait, who doesn't?