WARNING! This chapter contains some swearing, racist remarks and cursing. I am really sorry if you are offended by any of the comments, but this is the 11th Century and the English were fighting the Arabs so they would be likely to give them racist names, and vica verca. Again really sorry if I offend anyone, that is not my intention, and remember I have also insulted myself so yeah... REVIEW!

Acre

Altair's POV

We rode up to the city gates of Acre, the English Crusaders port. The stone walls of the city looked over many corpses of innocent people that had either died by a attack on the city by the Saracen Army or a attack that the Templars did in an attempt to control the Holy Land. The sly bastards had poisoned the water supply during the Siege of Acre, both the Saracens and Crusaders lost a few man. The Assassins worked hard to stop the poison, we succeeded...Partly. What poisoning did happen ruined the people living in the war stricken city, the supplies ran out on both sides and many lost their loved ones or died from starvation. It was a dark and bleak time for everyone in or, around the city. We rode as close to the walls as we dared before dismounting, if walls could speak then these walls would tell horrific tales. Elentiya looked at the bodies of men, women and a few very young children, her eyes glistered with tears waiting to fall. I followed her gaze to one particular body and froze. It was of a young girl with light brown hair and blue eyes, her body was twisted and mangled in a noticeable way. Even in death the poor child had no peace. Elentiya moved to stand above the body before crouching down by the girl's head. Gently she ran her fingers down the paled face to close the girls eyes, softly singing in English. The guards surveying the scene with curious and suspicious eyes seemed to want to demand an explanation for the unusual gesture, so before they could react and discover that she was a Syrian women in Crusader territory, I took her hand and gently moved away from the body of the young girl.

As we walked through the streets of Acre I noticed that Elentiya was slightly nervous and sad, she must still be shaken by the corpse of that young girl. I had to admit that it was a scary and heartbreaking sight, the poor child done nothing wrong and had not deserved such a death. After a silent journey we reached the a place were we could safely climb to reach the entrance of the Acre Bureau. I didn't realise that I had held Elentiya's hand all the way through the city, no wonder people had been giving us strange looks! I blushed as I saw Elentiya look down at our still clasped hands, her eyes met mine and she smiled at me, I tried to cover the gesture with a smirk but it ended up as a smile. Her smile grew and she leaded forward and kissed my cheek. My eyes grew wide and with neck breaking speed, I turned to look at her only to find that she had shot up the wall and was probably running like hell over the rooftops to the Bureau. Standing there like an idiot I touched the spot where she had kissed me, how and why had she done that? She had always kept her feelings locked up after the unexplained and suspicious death of her three sisters plus the kidnap of her youngest sister who was about five years old. I had know her a while, since she was twelve and I was fourteen, but never had I thought about what she really was to me. I knew what Al Mualim had said to her when she had said that she wanted to be an Assassin, the sacrifice that she would have to make, but he had never said that she could not fall in love with another Assassin... Did Elentiya love me? Did the only female Assassin fall in love with arrogant, selfish, heartless Altair Ibn La'Ahad?... With a strange and warm feeling in my heart I shot up the wall and raced after Elentiya...

Elentiya's POV

I ran as if all the demons in the Underworld were after me, in the direction of the Bureau. What the hell had I done? I had just kissed my best friend, who happened to be my Master and sort of guardian. I had just kissed Altair... What was I going to say to him? I ran past a few archers who shouted some very pleasant names at me, but I was too quick for them to think about shooting. At last I came to the Bureau, easily recognized by the Assassins symbol and the wicker roof. I saw that I was the first to arrive so I dropped down to wait for Altair, I didn't have to wait long. He jumped down and landed gracefully on the floor in a crouch. Together we walked into the next room where we found the old Bureau leader Jabal, cooing over his birds. I rolled my eyes at the sight but bowed in respect to the old Assassin.
"Jabal," I said, my voice taking on a gentle edge in case we were unexpected,"It has been awhile since I last saw you."
"Indeed my dear, how long has it been? Never mind... We have more important business to see to." Jabal was a bit slow in remembering some things, but when it came to the reason why his peace has been disturbed, he was as sharp as a new blade.
"We are here for the life of Garnier de Naplouse, what can you tell us about him, if anything?" I asked. Jabal looked at the pair of us, and honestly I getting scared of the mans harsh staring. Finally he nodded.
"I truly know nothing of the man. He is very cautious and secretive about whatever it is he does, but he stays mostly to the civilian hospital so try and find information around there." I bowed and walked out of the room, closely followed by Altair who had been as silent as a ghost since arriving.

We split up again because it was quicker and easier to find the right people with the information we needed. As I was on my way back to the Bureau I saw some Crusader guards, coming straight at me! I walked passed them acting as if I was not an Assassin, but the bloody bastards seemed to want to met my hidden blade... So I spun round and allowed one to have the pleasure of meting it. The others were easy to get rid of but then about nine came round the corner and I was tired so running up the nearest wall I sprinted like hell for the second time today. On one house there was a place to hide and I stopped to see if I was being followed, a hand grabbed me and pulled me into the shelter before I had time to blink. I found myself on my back with and hand over my mouth and Altair sat on my stomach, talk about an sense of deja vu! Before I could ask what he wanted the sounds of my pursuers could be heard, we both were tense and ready to fling into battle should it be needed.
"Where'd that fucking Assassin go!?" One of the guards yelled.
"Properly back to that slum of a town with the other of the half castes. Who gives a damn?" Another yelled back.
"Should we tell anyone that we 'ave seen one? Or are we just gonna keep this to ourselves?"
"Don't see the point in telling anyone if they've gone. But we'd better be careful, they might have stuck around instead of crawling back under their rock." The guards laughed and moved off. Soon the only sound that could be heard was Altair's breathing. I felt a tug at my hood before a white hood face was all I could see.
"Why did you kiss me and then run off without explaining yourself?" Altair whispered. Deciding that I didn't want to be left without my emotions on display, I removed the hood that hid the piecing gold eyes that I had come to know. Now we were both going to see each others emotions as clear as lake water.
"Why did you hold my hand while walking through the city this morning?" I whispered back.
"Answer the question before I tell you." Came the reply. I rolled my eyes.
"Typical male, always demanding that their question be answered first. Fine, I kissed you because I wanted to and ran off because I thought that... y-you would..." The words had not came out like I wanted them to and I could have hit myself. I had just told him the truth and I had not meant to. I had opened the wound and was waiting for the salt.
"Why would you want to kiss me? Though we have known one and other for years, there are certain things that you do not know of me. I have slain innocent men and woman, destroyed lives and taken something of value for my own, why would you want to kiss a dishonorable murderer?" Altair ranted on for another few minuets and I just let him get on with it. When he had finished his rant I reached up and held his head in my hands forcing him to look at me.
"Because... I ,have and always will, love you. Since I was sixteen years old I have loved you and even though you say that you have killed innocents, ended lives never forget that I have done similar or the same things... Most of the men in your Order have its part of what we do." I don't know what my face looked like but it must have been something as Altair closed the gap between us with a kiss. The answer to my unspoken worries and questions were answered, Altair loved me as much as I loved him. The kiss soon turned into a battle for dominance and control, I lost. When we reluctantly pulled apart for air, I remembered a question that I had been confused about.
"Altair?" I whispered.
"Yes?" He whispered back whilst undoing the clasp on my robe.
"What have you stolen? You said that you had taken something of value..." I asked. I was trying to distract him while my hands removed his sword and belt.
"You." Came the reply before his lips silenced mine. My hands ran through his short dark hair before traveling down his chest. I heard a growl before I lost all sense of where I was and focused on the Assassin I loved above me...

Somewhere in Acre sat behind a wooden desk an old man sat waiting for two Novices to return with information on their next target. They did not return until early the next day before setting off to take the life of a sad, monistic murder. The old man did not fail to notice that the Novices were holding hands on the way out. He smiled, realizing what must have kept them.
"Its about time they knew the truth about one and other. Its been a nightmare not being able to make them see that they love each other, even worse is the fact that they have known each other since childhood!" Jabal, the old Bureau leader said out loud to himself, before turn his attention back to his beloved birds.

Two words: AWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW and YUCK! notice the metaphors that i hav sneaked in, just made them up as well! soz that this ch took so long to post but i keep being rudely interrupted by my parents as i am going back to the hell hole that is my skool next week on friday. Yr 10 is going 2 suck! anyway, PLEAZ REVIEW so that i know about wat you all think and like about this story.

Mythical xxx
P.S. Nxt ch includes Malik again, more swearing and cursing, and arguments