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hopeatermain · 7 years

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Neutral Territory.

An Assassin’s creed III and Rogue one-shot with connection with the Child of Izanami. Spoilers for AC3 and tCoI.

Rating: T for mentions and menaces of death, mourning and a precision-f strike.

Genre: ANGST. It’s one of the rare thing were I’m not trying to be funny.

Summary: None of this was supposed to happen...

Other warning: THE PLOT THICKENS. This is tying a lot of things together for my fanfic, mainly plotwise. And implications of Shaytham. Happens in 1783. And in a slightly altered universe where Haytham mentioned Shay to Connor once and where Achilles actually warned Connor about the dangEROUS MAN WHO SINGLE-HANDEDLY GOT RID OF THE COLONIAL BROTHERHOOD A FEW YEARS AGO I MEAN COME ON UBISOFT. (note: I know Rogue came out after III, but still.)

Word count: 1 262 words

None of that was supposed to happen. He was supposed to convince a branch of the Templars to give him the Face of Izanami, a piece of Eden with terrifying powers which was situated at the other end of the blog, Japan, go back to America, give it to Haytham to further their cause, and end of the story. Life could go back to how it was. It was just a mission, like thousands of others. But everything had gone wrong.

First of all, the Face was never there. There was no trace of it. Just a worn out message on a parchment, where a certain assassin named Naoko mocked the Templar Order, informing them that the mask had disappeared long ago with his lover and that they would never find it, as it was currently at the bottom of the ocean. According to the Templars there, the parchment dated from 400 years ago.

After that, even if he had gotten the Face, he would have destroyed it on sight. He heard what was the purpose of the mask. Screw the orders, he was not letting anyone become a god and control people’s soul. His decision was only cemented when he read the parchment left behind by another assassin called Chihiro. She recalled how the mask made a man go mad, and how it’s presence only brought misery to the life of her and herself close ones.

And finally, Haytham was dead.

Everyone was dead. You go away for three years and this fucking happens. He and his men were probably the last Templar of the Colonial Rite now. He didn’t hesitate to ask what happened. From everything he had collected, a man called Connor got rid of the Templar Order in only a few years. Including Haytham. He didn’t know what to do.

Well, he did: find other candidates to help him rebuild the Templar Order, and get rid of this... Connor. Maybe he could find allies in the government. Extreme irony for the assassin: his former allies becoming part of the Templar Order. Oh yes... That would be perfect... destroying the work of the one who destroyed his... But he wasn’t in the state for this. He still had difficulties accepting that Haytham was dead.

All he could do was bring flowers to his grave. Flowers. Wouldn’t stop him from doing it. And so, he set sight on the cemetery, a bouquet of flower in hand. It wasn’t a cloudy day, quite sunny, in fact. Only worsened his mood. People looked at him with strangely. Indeed, it was strange to see a 6′2 tall man with a scarred face and a mix of murder and sadness on his face walking somewhere while clutching flowers.

But he didn’t care for appearances. Once in the cemetery, he started to search for Haytham’s tomb. It wasn’t exactly hard, and he quickly found it. “Hello, Haytham.” His voice was heavy. “I’m sorry, there was a lot of... unexpected things that happened in the quest for the Face of Izanami. The Face was lost and it... it wasn’t just for talking to the dead, it... it ruined lives and I couldn’t let that happen to us... I’m sorry I couldn’t be here and-” DANGER DANGER DANGER DANGER

He turned around sharply, Eagle Vision activated. He knew his vision was glowing golden with flickers of red. He also knew it was extremely intimidating and that if anyone was around, they would run away screaming seeing as Shay was still plotting in a corner of his mind how he would serve his friend’s assassin the most ironic death of all. But all of his senses where screaming at him that someone sneaked up on him, and he was ready to pounce.

And would you look at that? It was Connor the Assassin himself. “What are you doing here?” He hissed out. He wasn’t ready to deal with this bullshit. Not now. “I am here to mourn.” “Mourn? You killed him, why would you want to mourn your own target?” He knew he was being an hypocrite right now, but he didn’t care. He was currently blinded by his own fury and ready to add a corpse to this cemetery about right now- “He was my father.” Oh. Oh. He guessed he could relate to that. Being forced to kill a loved one. He just turned back toward the grave, the fury he was about the unleash on Connor dying out to leave emptiness in his chest.

He saw movement in the corner of his eye, the native man sitting next to him. “Sorry, I couldn’t help but listen to your monologue.” “I must seem like a mad man. I just have difficulty accepting his death, that is all.” “... Where you two lovers?” “Wha- No! He just helped me adjust to Templar life, that his all.” “Adjust?...” “The name is Shay Cormac, you may have heard of me.” He turned sharply toward him. “Achilles did tell me to run away from you fast if you happened to meet me. My father also mentioned you one or two times, and only in good. I figured out you where a treat.”

So he did heard of him. He turned toward him, his Eagle Vision activated. Connor’s was also on. “Listen to me, Connor. Due to one of my closest friend recently dying, I am currently unable to feel anything concerning the Templar and Assassin conflict. This tomb is neutral territory and I will not hunt you down, if only because I cannot kill what is left of Haytham. I know what it feels like to be forced to put an end to one of our closest one, since I had to do it to every single one of my friend, so I will not disrespect your mourning. However, cross my path anywhere else and I will not hesitate to put a sword through your heart.”

“Message understood. And I would like to inform you that I will not go down without a fight. Should we cross again, all bets are off.” “A duel if we ever croos path outside of this cemetery then?” “Yes.” They both turned toward the grave. Shay got the Precursor box out, before starting to dig a hole in the earth, Connor watching curiously in the corner of his eye. “Help me bury this infernal box.” “Why?” “It contains too much informations. It made my life a living hell and the reason why I did this travel in the first place was for your father. It belongs with him. I’m not sure you’d understand-” “It’s okay.” Connor’s eyes flickered bright blue for a moment. “I know what you’re talking about.”

Once the hole was big enough for the box to fit, Shay placed the box with caution before Connor put the earth back on, letting Shay place the bouquet of flowers atop the brow. Gist was the one to find them about thirty minutes later, utterly drunk and ready to shoot Connor before Shay told him to lay off, and this tombstone was neutral territory and that they were ready to go anyway.

“Okay lad, why were you being friendly with the enemy.” “Jesus Christ, Gist, I’m 52 years old, I don’t need you to babysit me. And aren’t you 77? You should let me take command over my own actions, you’re starting to go senile.” “Really funny. More seriously, the guy you were talking too was Connor, the killer of your boyfriend-” “We weren’t lovers and you know it. Stop being stupid.” “Shay, I’m serious. Your good luck is about to run out.” “It already did when I failed with finding the Face and when Haytham died. And don’t worry about that Gist. I’ll just make more...”

YES!!! I just have to finish the Child of Izanami and I can start to write actual fanfics. I can also start to work on the DR cross-over, yes. Anyway, first sad thing I write. I think I did good on this one. UNTIL THEN!

#Assassin's Creed #Shay Cormac #connor kenway #christopher gist

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