READERS. WHAT ARE YOU DOING READING A STORY I CREATED DURING STUDY HALL! Hi. Its Faith. Again. And I know I should be updating Love isn't Everything(BTW readers I am almost done with chapter 3 c:) This is a cute little story I wrote during school! So enjoy!

I DON'T OWN ASSASSIN'S CREED. GOD DANGIT.

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Just a Little Piece of Bread

Leslie was working hard in the kitchen, watching the frantic women making the dough for bread or preparing meals for the Assassins of the Brotherhood, ready to fill their empty stomachs.

The girl from the future wasn't used to making her own meals, since she really can't cook well without the food miraculously burning or tasting horrible. Ever since she was somehow sent to 1191 in the past, she was put into the kitchen to work with the other females because that's all they did back then, besides having children and cleaning.

"Men are so sexist..." Leslie muttered under her breath, trying to concentrate on her own dough of bread. She kneaded her hands into it, making the pale dough soft and easy to work with.

When she decided it was ready, the blonde started cooking it, switching her mind over to the mysterious man she first met when she was sent here. Tall, tan, and extremely handsome he was, almost like an angel. He was quiet, and only talked when giving orders or telling her to shut up. At first Leslie was highly offended that he would dare speak to her in such a way. Females of 2011 would never let a man speak to them like that without a good slap to the face.

Leslie smelled the delicious aroma of beautifully made bread. She grinned and looked at it curiously. It was covered with a light tan top, and she could tell the inside was soft, and would taste amazing. A little voice inside of her told her to dance around with joy about successfully making bread without burning it, but she realized she would get strange looks from the cooks.

The noise of someone walking into the kitchen made her turn around. She gasped, putting a hand to her mouth and stared into those unusual golden-honey colored eyes. The man she had first met here was right in front of her. Leslie gulped as quietly as she could, not wanting the Assassin to know that he had made her jump.

"Can I steal a piece of that?" His deep voice reached her as he indicated towards the freshly made bread.

"S-Sure..." She finally managed to squeak out, tearing a piece of it off and handed it to the mysterious man, and he took it gratefully, sending a handsome smirk at her. Leslie could feel herself growing read because of his strange behavior.

"Who are you?" The question came out before she could stop herself from asking.

"Altair Ibn-La'Ahad," he replied, staring into her green eyes before making his way to exit the kitchen.

"W-Wait!" Leslie managed to say, but all he did was turn around before flashing her a quick, forced smile and said, "This is really good." before disappearing as quick as he entered.

She stared at where he left, and heard whispering from the other girls and felt them staring at her, she turned away from embarrassment and continued the day as planned.

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HERE. I like it. I think its cute! Don't forget to R&R! And I'll update Love isn't Everything soon, I promise! And if I don't, you can slap me and call me a potato. True chizz.

Until the next update~