ASSASSIN'S CREED ONE-SHOTS!

#7

(DFK - DOUBLE UPDATE!!! I'm awesome. It's also wAAaaaAYyyY to late. I need at least one functioning braincell to write, so i'm going to go to bed after this is posted.

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Yeah right. Who goes to bed before 4 am, am I right?)

They were talking as comfortably as they could in this situation. Haytham was watching Connor, and Connor was pretending to be interested in the ocean.

"I've always liked the ocean." Connor spoke up. "I don't know why, though. I live in the forest."

Haytham couldn't help but smile, something that was not missed by Connor.

"What?" He demanded.

"That'll be your grandfather's influence. My father." Haytham answered.

Connor hesitated, before turning to Haytham. He was curious enough to stop faking interest in the waves crashing against the pier.

"My grandfather?" He asked hesitantly.

Haytham snorted, "What, you thought I was born out of thin air?"

Connor blushed, "Maybe. It just didn't occur to me that you were ever a child."

Haytham deadpanned, "Really?"

"Shut up."

"You have my word." A knowing smile appeared on Haytham's face and he looked out at the sea, waiting for the inevitable question.

"Was he a-"

"A good father? If you're comparing him to me – certainly. I've only known you existed for about a year."

Connor slowly nodded, absorbing this information.

"He had the Kenway nose and jawline. You have it, and so do I." Haytham added, staring at the distant sunset.

Connor stared at the wooden planks that made up the pier next to his feet. Haytham guessed Connor hadn't noticed that he shared facial features with him.

"Let me guess, you hate me and want nothing to do with me."

Haytham hoped the disappointment didn't seep into his voice. He was fairly certain Connor hadn't noticed the crack in his voice as well. Or at least, he hoped.

"Well, I didn't say that..." Connor mumbled.

"But it was implied." Haytham finished.

Connor sighed and looked directly at Haytham with Ziio's eyes. Haytham blinked, hoping his substitute for flinching had passed under the radar.

From the way Connor's eyes narrowed slightly, he doubted that this had happened.

Connor's eyes widened slightly as he connected the dots. He didn't say anything. Haytham was glad. He didn't exactly feel like explaining his emotions to a son who hated him.

"Why?" Connor said.

Why could've stood for a number of things.

Why did you become a Templar?

Why did you leave my mother?

Why do you continue to try and get to know me?

Haytham picked the least offensive one. But even then he had to skirt around some details so the full-scale war going on inside him stayed hidden – even if it tore up his insides.

"I became a Templar because my father was murdered by the assassins. It seemed like the right thing to do."

Without looking at Connor, Haytham could hear the slight pop as Connor's normally sealed lips came apart in surprise.