Well, I'm back with the newest chapter of this extremely popular fic. O.o I'm rather excited at how much success this thing has had. I'm almost brought to tears, but not really. xD Unfortunately, as far as I know, I am now alone on this fic because I believe XshingknightX has been too busy to help me lately. Which I can understand because being a junior in high school is harder than being a sophomore considering he is getting ready for his senior year and trying to find a job to buy a car. I'm lucky to have parents that just went out and bought me a car but that is a whole other thing I don't want to get into right now. P: Anyway, *sighs* I'm all alone, but that is okay because the idea was still as much as his as it is mine so I still credit him with helping start this story! :D So, enough of my personal nonsense…

ONTO THE STORY!


I wake up with a jolt when I hear my new phone start buzzing crazily beside my head. I yawn before picking it up and answering it. "What?"

"Are you ready for today?"Rahl's eager voice answers.

I yawn again and glance at the clock. 8:30. "I don't even think that the day is ready for itself yet."

"Oh come one, Ronny," he whines, that boy is such a girl sometimes. It's kind of cute. Wait, what? "You know the mall is almost two hours away. I thought we could get a head start and get there before the crowd shows up."

"There's" -another yawn- "always a crowd at the mall."

"But there is less of a crowd when it first opens." I swear I can imagine him on his knees right now.

I give. "Fine, see you in a few."

I hit the "end" button before he has time to say anything else and look at my phone's big screen. A Samsung Galaxy S3. That's the phone my parents decided to replace my old iPhone5 with. I'll admit, I like it a lot better, especially since it is white and white is one of my favorite colors. It was hard explaining to my parents how my phone broke without mentioning the three Assassins hidden in the basement. I'm surprised they bought that I accidentally ran over it, considering there was a huge hole from the blade in the middle of it. Maybe they thought that there was a nail under it or something.

I sit up and stretch my arms, making a tiny dinosaur sound in the process. I love Saturdays, but I hate waking up before eleven. We had to put off the trip to the mall until today because of school the rest of the week. So in that time the three stooges have managed to destroy the couch, put several nasty holes in the walls, and crack the TV. I still am amazed that I have made it through the week without killing them. I've considered it a couple times while they were sleeping, but my kindhearted nature will not allow me. Stupid conscience.

I stretch once more before rolling out of my bed and falling on my face. Yeah, this is me in the morning. Kind of sad.

I push myself off my comfy carpeted floor and rub my eyes before walking into my closet. It's early Saturday morning but considering I will be at the mall all day I want to dress decent. I look down at my phone for the weather and it is going to be sunny with a high of seventy degrees. So shorts and a cute tank; that should be fun to find.

After about thirty minutes of trying on almost everything in my closet I settle on a pair of sea foam green shorts and a t-shirt of Phil Robertson from Duck Dynasty – yes, a city girl like me can't get enough of that show – that says "Hap-pay Hap-pay Hap-pay". I tore the sleeves out and stretched it so my cyan blue tank shows through the side; the shirt itself is grey. I must say, look pretty classy. Pffft. Nah. I quickly grab a pair of white and cyan blue Nikes before exiting my closet and quickly slip them on before grabbing my phone and leaving my room.

I silently press my ear against my parents' room and the absence of snoring means that they are already at work. Good, I don't want them seeing me making breakfast for a bunch of Assassins. That wouldn't end so well.

When I get to the basement I swing the door open and flip the light switch. This time I am not greeted by a bunch of groans and sneers, but by three sets of eyes looking directly at me from the bottom of the stairs. Okay, that's really creepy. "Hey guys," I say slowly. "Glad to see you're up."

They all nod in sync and I start to feel uncomfortable under their unwavering stares. "Uhh," I step back. "Are you okay?"

"Yes," Connor says slowly. "Are you creeped out?"

"A little, yeah," I say. Now I'm really nervous.

"Okay," Ezio says in his usual sneer. "We just wanted to see if that would creep you out."

My expression must be stupid because they all burst out into laughter, even Altair. That's creepier than the staring. I sigh and cross my arms, "really guys?"

Altair covers his mouth, letting out a final snort before breathing out slowly. "It was their idea, not mine." He violently pokes both Connor and Ezio which is easy for him considering he is between the two children.

I shake my head. "Alright, well, now that we know you guys have officially gone off the deep end I think it is about time you three had a decent home-cooked breakfast."

I see all of their eyes widen in astonishment and at the same time they all say. "You know how to cook?"

I ignore that statement and gesture for them to follow me up the stairs to the kitchen. "We are going to have a simple breakfast of Belgian waffles and bacon." I turn back to them, "sound okay?"

They all nod before ascending the stairs behind me. I reach over the marble countertops to the cabinets and start searching for the right ingredients. As I am setting the flour on the counter I hear them scoot the barstools out across the tile and I clench my teeth at the sound. I hate that scrapping sound. It drives me insane! I literally have to pick up the stool or chair and move it to where I want because I refuse to listen to that grating sound.

I shake my head before searching the lower cabinets for a measuring cup. Our kitchen is so big. It's just too difficult to find anything. I guess that's what happens when your parents have enough money to buy a gigantic house. You get a big kitchen. I snort before heading to the equally giant Kenmore fridge and searching the shelves for eggs. I pull out the whole carton of eggs and see that there is ten left. I think that should be enough.

As I am setting everything on the counter I feel the observing gazes of the Assassins behind me and I sigh. "What is it?"

I turn to face them and they all just avert their gazes and start whistling. Well that sure is nonchalant. I roll my eyes before returning my attention to our waffle maker and click it on. I start stirring everything together and when I finish the waffle maker starts beeping at me and I quickly open it and pour the batter.

After making the bacon and finishing the last set of waffles I hear the front door open and soon Rahl is strolling in like he owns the place. I guess he kind of does, he's over here enough.

"Good morning Vietnam!" HE throws his car keys on the counter, causing Connor to jump. "Is that bacon?" He grabs a piece without an answer and puts his arm over my shoulder. "This girl is famous for her waffles and bacon."

The three Assassins exchange amused glances before Ezio says with a smirk. "Why are you so chipper?"

I gently push Rahl off of me and grab two plates piled with waffles and bacon. "It is early Saturday morning," I set the plates down in front of Ezio and Connor before reaching for Altair's plate. "He's probably had a couple Monsters."

Altair gives me a curious look as I set his plate in front of him. "What is a Monster?"

"An energy drink," I say. "It is known to make people super hyperactive. Especially Rahl," I glace over at him as he is pouring himself some coffee. "Who doesn't know when enough is enough."


After breakfast we all gather in the living room to decide what we are to do for transportation since Rahl had to take his dad's two-person Lamborghini Aventador because Rahl's Mustang is in the shop. I think he should take car-sick Connor with him, I don't care how much that Lambo cost, I am not having Connor get sick in my car.

"Alright," I say. "It has been decided. Connor goes with Rahl and Ezio and Altair go with me."

"I didn't agree to this!" Rahl protests.

"I don't care," I cross my arms. "I will not be having Mr. Barf-Bag in my car."

Rahl gives me a glare. "Fine," he gestures for Connor to follow him.

As they are walking out the front door I turn to Altair and Ezio. "Now let's pick out our car."

I lead them to the garage and dramatically flip the lights on. "Did I mention that my parents are the owners of the world's biggest car collection?"

The two Assassin's expressions are priceless and I smile. "Pick any car you like."


As we pull up to the mall, I search the parking lot for signs of the black Lambo. I eventually spot it with Rahl and Connor leaning against it. It's a pretty car, but not as pretty as the one I'm driving.

I see Rahl gaping at us as we pull up beside him and Connor. I park and rev the engine as loud as possible, causing Connor to nearly jump out of his tunic. What a goof. I turn off the ignition and step out, pushing my seat forward so Ezio can get out. Before we left Ezio and Altair got into a fight over who would sit up front and who would sit in the back. I think it's obvious who won.

As we all gather around the cars I see Rahl give my car a good once-over before asking. "How did you get this?"

"My dad won it in some kind of contest." I lean against the car in question, crossing my arms. "The contest was to see who could kiss this car the longest. The winner was able to buy it for a mere penny."

Rahl's eyes widen. "He was able to buy a Bugatti for a penny?"

"Yep," I look back at the car, the pearly-white paint glimmers like a thousand diamonds in the sunlight. "He kissed it for thirty-six straight hours."

"You mean that your father pressed his lips against this vehicle for nearly two straight days?" Altair questions, his expression reads total confusion.

"Si," I say. "My father really wanted this car but it was much too expensive at the time to buy at a dealer. He saw this as an opportunity."

"How much is this car worth?" Connor asks.

"Uhh…about two-million-dollars." I say, rather casually.

Connor's eyes widen. "That sounds like a lot."

"It is," Rahl says, before turning to me. "Alright, enough about Ronny's pretty car, what store do we want to go to first?"


As we enter the mall I realize that there are idiots who enjoy coming to the mall early Saturday morning because every store already appears full. Well, this should be fun. My eyes immediately lock on a Tommy Hilfiger store on the second floor. "Alright," I turn to the rest of the group. "I think Connor is up first for a new wardrobe."

Connor gives me a strange look from under his hood before being shoved towards me by the other Assassins. He yelps before turning and giving his Assailants a cold glare. "Do you mind?!"

Ezio snickers and Altair remains as stoic as ever. I shake my head and grab Connor's hand and lead him to the escalator. The other three follow behind and as I get on the escalator I feel a tug and am yanked back on my butt. "Jeez," I stand up, rubbing my posterior. That sounded stupid. "What's the big idea?"

I look up at Connor who is staring at the escalator with obvious fear. "I don't want to go on that thing!"

"It's just stairs for lazy people." I sigh. "But if you want to take real stairs they are over there." I point beside the escalator to a flight of marble stairs that wind up to the second and third floors.

Connor eyes them warily before mounting them and slowly climbing his way up to the second floor where Rahl, Ezio, Altair, and I meet him at the top of the escalator. Ezio passes by Connor, giving him a playful shove. "Why don't you act your age compagno?"

Connor shrugs before following me into Tommy Hilfiger. I turn to everyone and smile. "Connor, prepare to be modernized!"

The aforementioned Assassin hesitates before being pushed in by an annoyed Altair. "Let's get this over with." The Master snarls before following Ezio and Rahl in the store.

I lead Connor to the sections where all the polo shirts are and gesture dramatically to the lines of colorful shirts. "Take your pick, my dear."

I see him put his hood down and his dark hair falls down his neck in a neat ponytail. He's handsome, I'll give him that. I watch his eyes go from shirt to shirt before they stop on a particular florescent color. "I like that one."

I look at him then look at the shirt. "Are you sure?"

He nods. I sigh, "Okay, just don't be surprised if the others laugh." I grab the shirt in all the men's sizes and am nearly blinded by the bright color.

"I don't care." He follows me to the changing room and I open the door.

"Good," I throw the shirts in the dressing room with him and slam the door. "Just start with the small and work your way up."

I look over at the shorts section because summer break is only a couple weeks away so jeans aren't necessary. My eyes immediately lock on a pair of tan cargo shorts and I grab several sizes and throw them into the dressing room. "Try these on as well." I say. "I'm going to find more shirts."

I hear a muffled "okay" and I head back over to the polos. I grab a dark blue polo, a red polo, and a black and white argyle polo in every size and throw them into the dressing room. I hear a loud grunt as the shirts land on Connor. "I think that's good for now."

I hear him sigh and the door slowly clicks open and before me steps Connor in a bright pink polo and the tan cargo shirts. Okay…that color looks really good against his dark skin. "That actually looks pretty good."

"What are you wearing idiota?" Ezio's amused snicker echoes behind me along with Altair and Rahl's muffled laughter.

"It's a polo." Connor says, proudly puffing out his chest.

"It's pink," Rahl snorts.

"What's your point?" Connor asks, somewhat confused. I feel bad for him.

"Pink is more of a feminine color." Altair puts gently.

Connor huffs, "But I like it."

I put my hands up. "Would you just leave him alone? If he likes it don't judge him."

After everyone pokes one more joke at Connor's shirt, he tries everything else on and we leave the store with three good outfits for him. He put up a fuss and the cashier ended up having to pull Connor over the counter with the pink shirt on in order to ring it up along with his shorts, which required him to stick his backside up in a very awkward manner. I throw his Assassin robes in the bag with his other shirts and shorts and hand them to him. "These are yours. Three outfits aren't enough but this is only the first store of many, but we want to get each of you at least two outfits."

They all nod and a wave of dread suddenly washes over me. I have to shop for Ezio and Altair next.


ALRIGHTY THEN! THERE IS THE FIRST CHAPTER! I AM REALLY EXCITED BECAUSE THIS STORY HAS REACHED 10,000 VIEWS! :D I APPLAUD ALL OF YOU FOR MAKING THIS POSSIBLE! I am probably going to do something special for the 10,000 views but I haven't decided yet, so keep an eye out for that. Anyway, hope you enjoyed and the next chapter shall be, AMAZING! BYEEEEEEE!