Chapter 4: Fighting, Confessing and Cooking

He knew something was following him and tried to shake it by weaving through the allies, running across roof tops, even going down an extremely busy street that was swarmed with people for some festival. Nothing. He figured he must be imagining things after a couple of hours of running and headed home.

He quickly looked around before running part way up the wall of an ally, then caught hold of a brick that was barely sticking out and climbed up and into an open window.

"Quel bastardo mangiava tutti i miei cioccolato!" Someone yelled from downstairs as he put away all of his weapons and armor.

(That bastard ate all my chocolate!)

And what good chocolate it was. Altair laughed to himself as he threw on a random t-shirt and bluejeans before going downstairs to mess with the kid some more.

Ezio was was pissed. This was the third time he'd stolen his precious chocolate this month!

He tackled the Arab as soon as he came through the doorway and started trying to choke him. "You bastardo! I'll kick your damn ass for this! I swear, if you ever touch my cioccolato again, I'll kill you!"

(bastard) (chocolate)

Altair just smiled as he tried to pry the kids' hands off his throat. "Assif, I didn't know it was yours."

(sorry)

"Lier!" Choking him wasn't working so he decided to try smashing his face in.

The kid was too predictable. He grabbed the fist before it hit him and yanked it to the side, the momentum causing the Italian to lose ballance and flip over.

Altair jumped on his back and put him in a *choke-hold. "You should know better, walad, you can't take me down that easy."

(boy/child)

Yuki shook her head at them with a sigh, crossing her arms as she leaned against the counter just opposite the doorway. "Whoever bleeds has to clean it up."

They didn't pay her any attention as they'd changed positions so Ezio had the older man in an *arm-bar, seemingly trying to rip his arm off.

She was enjoying the show (hell, what girl wouldn't? Two hot guys wrestling, trying to tear each other apart) before something caught her eye. A strangely dark shadow was creeping around the living room towards her friends.

Bad news for the shadow: the girl was standing right next to the knifes and was not afraid to use them.. Even with her friends in the way.

The boys froze as a knife flew right between them and landed on the floor causing it to laugh.. ?

The guys quickly forgot their fight and jumped up, ready to kill whatever it was as it rose up and took the form of a very tall man dressed in red.

He held the knife in his hand as he looked them over, idley flipping it around a few times. "Now what are a bunch of children doing with such dangerous toys?" He looked to Altair, "And playing ninja in Goul infested villages?"

"Who are you and what do you want?" Altair asked in a serious, almost monotone voice.

"I asked you first." An annoying smile spread across his face.

Why doesn't anyone listen to the information she gives them unless it's specifically an assassination? "I'm Yuki, this is Altair and Ezio. And if you two had been listening when I told you about the Hellsing Organization, you would know who he is." She gave them a stern look, like a mother would her children, before turning back to their guest.

"We have recently forged an alliance with the Hellsing Organization to receive extra military support in exchange for information. Sir Integra said she was going to inform you of this once you returned from a mission.. That reminds me.. How did yours go?" She turned to her friend who just scoffed at the question.

"When I arrived there was a psycho in red killing all of them before I could find anything out." He glared at Alucard, who just smiled in return.

".. in Thy name we pray. Amen."

"Amen"

People stood and began leaving the church now that the sermon was over. There were a few, however, who stayed behind, lining up to visit the Confessional.

While the Priest was listening to all the sins the people have committed, one small nun sat in the middle of the large room, praying. Down on her knees, delicate hands clasped together and head bowed, a worried look had settled upon her young face.

She entered the Confessional just after the last person had left and sat there quietly, her hands clasped in her lap as she held her head low in shame.

"Tell me what is troubling you child?" the raspy voice of an elderly man came from the other side of the finely decorated window.

She took a shuttering breath before confessing. "Forgive me Lord, for I am about to sin."

She nodded in greeting to one of the older nuns as she left the confessional and headed out the door. There were a few more nuns out there, watching over the children from Sunday school as they waited for their parents to pick them up.

She stopped and crouched down a bit so as to be at the child's height when she saw him about to cry. "What's wrong, sweetheart?"

His eyes were brimming with tears as he sniffled and tried to hold them back. "My Mum called and can't pick me up.. sister was just taken to the hospital..."

She gave him a sympathetic look and pulled him into a hug. "There, there now. It'll be alright. Maybe I could walk you home? Do you live close by?"

The boy nodded and wiped at the un-shed tears before letting the young lady lead him by the hand back home.

"Oh, merda!" He yelled as as the pot began to boil over on the stove.. Poor Ezio loved to cook, but.. he sucked at it.

(oh crap)

Yuki entered just in time to see the poor boy slip on the puddle from the stove and fall flat on his ass. She sighed and patted Altair on the head as she walked by, ruffling up his short black hair as he sat watching Ezio stumble around the kitchen, laughing his ass off and eating popcorn like he was at the movies.

Big brown eyes looked up to the small Asian girl in a sad puppy-face. "Volevo solo aiutare.."

(I just wanted to help)

"Alright, you can help by cleaning this up first." She giggled as she helped him up. Somehow the Italian managed to get some rice in his shoulder-length chestnut hair.

He smacked Altair upside the head as he passed by "Bastardo"

(bastard)

"Mich marra ukhra" Came an exasperated voice from the entry as Ezio came back with some towels.

(not again)

*I've been watching too much UFC =(^__^U)=