Here is something to destract you from my lag in updates... I love you guys I do. I'm sorry. *Tear.* On a more serious note though, it started as a story, and then slowly withered to this. I've just been so busy really, but I've been making progress on other stories. Anyway, please enjoy!
It was just one target. One target, and Altair was throwing a fit. It had been a long time since she was assigned one, and she did it well. She had returned with no bruises, or injuries, and even brought with her new information that would help in further missions. None of her, how would you say 'ex' brothers, followed her, and she made sure of it. On this particular mission she also made sure that she disguised her figure as that of a man, and her kill was quick, and clean. So what was the problem?
It isn't as if she committed a crime. She chuckled at her inside joke, but it was quickly cut off when her attention was brought back to the man in front of her. Her husband.
"Maria." Her name was drawn out, and full of anger. She frowned at him, and crossed her arms.
"You worry like a woman, Altair," Her eyebrows furrowed, and she leaned forward. "I am supposed to be the woman."
"I worry for your health, and you are my wife. That has nothing to do with just worrying like a woman. Any man would be worried for their wife when they've been bed ridden for becoming sick after child birth, and after just a few days makes a decision to go out on a mission," He spoke hard, and firm.
"I am fine, Altair. Look at me!" She exasperated, indicating her body with her hands. "A little sickness is not going to hinder m-"
"A little sickness?" Altair looked vicious, and it took everything Maria had not to shrink away at the sudden venom in his voice. "You were bed-ridden for weeks Maria. Any assassin would need to go to rehabilitation for at least a few weeks before they are back to where they need to be."
"I am not just any assassin then! I made a clean kill, and came out unharmed!"
"This was luck-"
"Not luck. Skill!"
Altair was about to retort once again, until the slightest feeling of de-ja-vu filled him. Maria stared at him, her lips pressed into a thin line, and eyes flashing at him. She reminded him of himself. The arrogant, and superior attitude he use to hold toward even his own Master. He didn't know how to keep his tongue, or hold his blade in it's stealth. He started to smile, but remembered the importance of his argument with Maria.
"What if he had been well prepared? What if he had guards that outnumbered you, and your skill? Your acting as a novice would." A image of Malik's straight face hit him, and he had to resist the erge to smile again.
"I knew he would not have much defense. I have known him since I was a Templar, and he wasn't very wise in his choices, even with our master. He would not have been much of a challenge, and that is why I went."
After a minute she smiled, staring at him.
"I know I acted as a novice, but I also knew what I was getting into. Besides, Altair, you will be dealing with this with Darim, and Sef. It comes back 10 fold."
She walked past him smiling, and Altair stared at the wall that was once behind her.