AC One Shots

Arno

ᴀʀɴᴏ ᴠɪᴄᴛᴏʀ ᴅᴏʀɪᴀɴ x ᴍᴀʟᴇ! ᴀssᴀssɪɴ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

Your eyes were glued to Arno's back, not just because it was fascinating and of a broad, strong build, but because you had to concentrate on not losing him in the crowd of expensive gowns and suits.

It would seem quite pathetic if you'd grip the firm blue fabrik of his sleeve, even for a jittery novice. And though it was a haste, you catched up with the long-haired assassin whoms lips curled into an amused smile.

"Nervous?"

You hissed and turned your head in search for the person that stepped onto the back of your newly owned leather boots, very ready to threaten them with a skin-melting glare.

"No. No I'm not." The search ended as quickly as it started and you turned your attention back to your comrade, all whilst trying to walk, have a conversation and checking your shoe's quarter for scratched areas as dignified as stumbling on one leg was possible. "Do I look nervous to you?" Arno pulled you to the side, saving you from colliding with a woman's back. "Just a little."

The fact that he was right, truly bugged you, made you clench your teeth in bitterness, even though Arno didn't seem like he would mock you for it.

"As I said, I'm not. Other than that, I'm just really annoyed because someone had to step on the back of my boots", again fierce, narrowed eyes.
"What if the leather is bruised? I might cry. Can you have a look?"
"Later. We're here to prevent a homicide, not whine over shoes."

A exaggeratedly deep sigh to show that you remembered was all you could give. Arno seemed neither pleased nor dissatisfied with your wordless answer and determinedly made his way through the mass of people that moved forward like running water, you followed close on his heels.

He halted at a dark-wood staircase, carved with sweeping waves that seemed magnificent to look at, still rather unnecessary and expensive. The whole construction could probably easily pay for new boots. Or a few hundreds.

Such an interesting way to show off your wealth.

Arno didn't leave you enough time to inspect the carvings from close, let you trace them with your fingertips, instead he once again grabbed your arm and forced you upstairs, where even more luxuriousness welcomed you, and a rich, redulant odour wafted trough the storey- a mixture of regional and oriental spices and plants. Now only missing was the soothing sound of a violin in harmony with a piano, what would have made the phenomenon of perfect happiness and glamour complete.

"Get a grip on, (Name). I know it's your first big mission but please try to concentrate." His voice was strident and harsh, impatient to get your daze mind to focus.

You muttered an apology that sounded more distant from reality than you intended to, leaving Arno to shake his head. However, instead of getting angry, the man gave your shoulder a firm pat and your (color) eyes a dazzling smile.