"The Heart Of Eden". Assassin's creed love story.

Chapter Three

Yuki arranged a breakfast tray, ensuring everything was perfectly set, and headed towards her older brother's vacant room.

After her eldest brother joined the military several years ago, the room had been transformed into a guest bedroom for visiting family and friends.

Approaching the door with the tray balanced in her hands, she gently pushed it open to find an unconscious, injured assassin whom she and her family had sheltered the previous night. Despite two days passing since the incident, the man remained unresponsive. When Yui proposed taking him to the hospital, Kyran vehemently objected, fearing that his violent past would cause alarm and hesitation among the hospital staff and patients.

The decision was made to seek medical help from a trusted family friend who happened to be a doctor. The doctor regularly visited, closely monitoring the Assassin's vital signs and tending to his injuries with great care. After assessing the situation thoroughly, the doctor recommended allowing the man to rest until his wounds had healed properly and instructed them to contact him if any issues arose. They followed his advice and continued to care for the man.

As Yuki carefully placed the tray down, she glanced at the injured Assassin. Gently removing the wet rag from his face, she noticed the multitude of fresh scars and bruises adorning his features. However, it was the old scar on his lips, reminiscent of Ezio's, that captured her attention. In a sudden realization, she understood that this was no ordinary Assassin; this was the legendary Master Assassin, Altair Ibn La'Ahad. Her disbelief washed over her, but she eventually composed herself and continued tending to the rag, cleaning it in the small bowl before placing it back onto his face.

Just as Yuki turned around and reached for Altair's face, a hand suddenly grabbed her wrist and forcefully pinned her down on the bed. She was startled to see a stern Altair glaring down at her with widened eyes.

"Ah!"...

Upon waking, Altair found himself disoriented, struggling to recall his surroundings. He had instinctively restrained Yuki, his eyes filled with a mix of bewilderment and wariness. "Who are you? Where am I?" he questioned. 

Yuki hesitated but then mustered the courage to speak. "I'm Yuki. My siblings and I stumbled upon you injured near my shop and decided to help. We brought you here," she explained with a mix of concern and relief. Altair's grip on her wrist slowly loosened, but his eyes remained sharp and cautious, betraying his confusion about how he had ended up wounded in a dark alley. At that moment, he couldn't help but retrace his steps and recall his mission to track a target, realizing that something had clearly gone wrong. As he surveyed the room, his mind raced to piece together his location and the span of his unconsciousness.

"Are you okay?" Yuki inquired, her voice filled with empathy.

Maintaining his firm grip on her wrist, Altair's eyes betrayed his inner turmoil as he gruffly admitted, "I'm not alright. My head is spinning. I've lost all sense of time and waking up in this unfamiliar place with a stranger watching over me is unsettling. And where am I? What is this place?"

As Yuki attempted to shift, Altair's grip on her remained strong. "Yuki, you're in my home. We carried you here to my brother's room so you could recover," she explained. Altair's tension eased slightly as he absorbed her words, and he released a weary breath as he questioned, "How long ago was that? How long have I been here?"

"Two days," Yuki responded.

The realization that he had been unconscious for two days hit Altair hard, and his expression hardened. Finally releasing his grip on her wrist entirely, he asked, "Why did you bring me here? Why not leave me where you found me?"