"Nothing is true, everything is permitted".
"Let the Father of Understanding guide us".
Assassins and Templars' one-shots.
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"Can't hide the secrets
You can't forget about this mess
I'm waiting on the sidelines
From the sidelines.
–"Tired" by Alan Walker.
You knew something was wrong the moment you entered the apartment you shared. Everything was in silence and, based on experience and how well you know your roommate, the silence wasn't something he knew how to do, even if he was an Assassin before.
Suspiciously, you lean your head to the side a little, to see the hallway, but you find it empty and silent, just as deserted as the living room. Putting your bag carefully on the coffee table (better known as where Shay always put his feet while he sees a football match), you touch your belt with your other hand, where you always carried a knife because one wasn't too careful, and started walking to the kitchen.
The kitchen was empty too and the sink was clean except for a dirty mug with tea and a take-out box that you knew your roommate must have put there because only he left things all around the place. How you hate when he does that.
Your fear disappears in an instant and is replace with a little anger while you wash the mug and throw the take-out box at the trash. When you finish, you get your bag and start walking through the hallway in your room's direction, when you suddenly remember that the apartment is still too quiet.
Shay is not too noisy either way, because he was an Assassin, but he wasn't that quiet neither, even when he was asleep. His snores can always be heard within two blocks and that's one of the things you really hate about him, but when you stop in front of his door, you don't hear anything. Which gets on your nerves, because Shay is always doing something.
Against your better judgment and feeling that something was wrong, you opened the door slowly, but instead of finding him playing videogames or sleeping, you found an empty and kind of darkroom.
You frown your eyebrows confuse because you are sure that the mug and the take-out box are proof of his presence in the apartment, but then if he isn't in his own room, where the fuck is, he?
You can't get to a logical explanation until you are walking back to your room until you hear snores coming from behind your door.
In the beginning, you think you are hearing wrong, that maybe it was the A/C being noisy again (even if you were sure you turn it off before leaving that morning), but after a few seconds of listening, you understood it wasn't the calefaction, it was snoring, Shay's snoring.
When you open your door, there was an annoyed expression on your face. You don't like when people get in your room, especially Shay because he is always making fun of your posters (like he doesn't have videogame's and football player's posters in his room) and he knows that he can't enter your room, especially when you are out, but for some reason, you find him sleeping in your bed, drooling all over your pillow, wrapped in your favorite blanket like a burrito.
