( Ezio x Altair) " A soulmate in time"

Part #2, " An unexpected visitor"

Altair woke up, finding himself in pain, but he could handle some of it. He looked down at himself, finding a wound on his chest. The minute that Altair had decided to look at it, he noticed that it was a strangely shaped mark, as it was, to his surprise, it was the same pattern as the mysterious portal that had brought him here.....here? But where was he exactly? 

Altair had looked up, amazed at the shining, futuristic lights. Altair did not recognize this place, so he got up. When Altair tried do to so, he was feeling an excruciating pain in the left side of his chest, so he had to find someone who could help him as fast as he could. The pain had slowed him down when he had walked around the translucent floors, and the floor spooked him as well, so he watched his each and every step. He slumped his way down the one and only hall, watching the streams of light spark past him smoothly like ocean water, like liquid. He continued for what had felt like forever until he caught his sights onto a sign that read, " La Cassaforte". Altair had never heard this language, or at least seen it scribed into some stone before. Altair was skeptical about the sign, and it did not look exactly like stone once he had finished analyzing it. He ran his fingers smoothly across it, but it made a horrifying screeching noise when he did. He finally saw some light being shed from above, and the sign shined - it was just metal...

He had brought his attention to the light above ...... and someone ....!

Altair saw something in the man's hand, and it was the Apple! But how? The last time that Altair remembered seeing that thing was back in the assassin's hideout! Who was this?!

As the light had faded away, he got a closeup the man holding the Apple in his possession. A tan shade of skin, almost exactly similar to his own. Dark, chestnut coloured hair that was pulled back into a low ponytail, bangs on both sides of his face and separated down the middle, reaching to the length of his cheekbones. His eyes were almost just as dark as his hair, except for one thing Altair noticed about them. He had a look of fury in his eyes, but also sorrow, as if hungering for vengeance. A golden - green hue had sparked them into an amber - flame. The man also had a hood, just like Altair, but it was more detailed and open on his chest, red and gold designs decorating his collar and complementing his lace and maroon bands that were wrapped around his waist. And he was loaded with weapons as well.

" Who are you messere? Another assassin?", he asked Altair, stormy in the face, reaping himself of the natural beauty that had captured the mind of Altair.

" Maybe.... why do you need to know?", Altair snapped.

"Stubborn response but I will take that as a yes. Why are you in The Vault? And you seem to be bleeding, you should really get some help!", the assassin said, his voice sounding concerned for Altair. 

" Where am I? What century is this?!And who are you?!", Altair said his voice raised.

" We are both assassins, so that should not be an issue. My name is Ezio Auditore, and ..... uhhh .... this is the 15th century, you are in Italia... but you aren't from here, are you?"

Altair sat speechless. He was unaware that he was in a completely different time and place. He had trouble trying to comprehend what was exactly going on. Altair sat there dumbfounded, amazed. He had suspected that the portal that he was spun through was actually a time portal, and not just any kind of sorcery. " So this is the future of the assassins?", Altair said, mezmorized by the ultraviolet light in La Cassaforte, " What did the assassins do to live on? Was it me? Was it someone else who --- "

Altair was cut off in the middle of his thoughts by the feeling of warmth that radiated from Ezio's hands as he was picked up carefully. Altair could tell that Ezio was trying to be careful with him, so that he would not cause any extra pain to his already horrifying wound that lay above his heart. As Ezio began to move, Altair could hear his footsteps. Ezio's footsteps were the sound of what was expected of an assassin, silent clicks that hit the ground in a rythmic motion, same as Altair. The two assassins moved down the basement of The Vault, moving around the maze - like halls and catacombs. The two assassins were both gravely aware that they could not climb while in this situation. Ezio had to carry Altair to safety, and Altair was way too hurt to stress out his body by climbing any buildings, so they had to take the front door.

" Are you immune to the Apple's powers?", Ezio asked, pondering over any default plans, to make sure that if Altair wasn't immune to the Apple, he could try and make sure that he could have another way to get out.

" Yes, I have handeled the Apple before, back in Jerusalem. I am from the past, some portal sent me here... 1191 b.c, we can figure this all out...later! AUGH!"

" Shhhh", Ezio said gently, " Don't speak mi amici..."