Yay for next chapter :D So, after a long summer, I am back in college. I'm not happy about it, cuz it might take up my time working on future chapters. But, it doesn't mean I will completely forget about them. I will be working on them, whenever I have the time.

I could have got this chapter done sooner, but I feel very uncomfortable writing when my family is around. Especially my little sister, who keeps bugging me and watching the things I do on the computer...Anyways, enjoy :3

Ezio was striding through a hallway, with Desmond deciding to tag along with him. Many thoughts began to fill their minds as they began to worry. They wonder if it was a good idea to leave Altair alone with Malik; knowing how Altair has been acting around him. But, it was too late to even stop him, since Ezio had lost his scent through the corridors of the schools. He hated how this place reminded him of a maze. Now they have no idea where Altair went; and the more they kept thinking about where he had gone, the more they fear for Al-Sayf safety.

Desmond came to a halt, and Ezio stopped, realizing why he did. "Ugh…It's him again." Desmond mutters quietly.

Shaun was standing in front of them, his face was blank, but Desmond could tell he was puzzled to see the both of them here. He began to scowl at them, and Desmond mirrored the same expression. The Italian remembers the red head nerd from the cafeteria; he was sitting at the same table with Malik. Ezio could only assume that he was a friend of his. And the way that Desmond gave a mutual look to the Brit; probably means they both know each other personally. As Ezio glanced back and forth at them, he could feel the tension grow; there was something going on between them he can tell. He decided to step in front of his friend, to say something that will hopefully break the silence. "Hey, amico mio….Eh, how's it going?"

Shaun looked at him with a raised eyebrow, and Desmond looked at his Italian friend quizzically, "Excuse me?" Ezio came over to his side and rested a hand on his shoulder.

"Uh…Ezio" Desmond tried as well.

"I don't think we got to greet each other properly. I am Ezio Auditore, and you probably know my good friend Desmond here."

"Okay, weirdo. Thanks for the introduction," Shaun sneered, unhooking the man's hand from his shoulder. Then it took him a moment to quickly recognize who was talking to him, "Oh, wait…I think I remember you now. You fought alongside with Altair against Abbas during our lunch period." He said, his expression changing.

"Si; that was us."

Shaun gave a small smile, "It's…It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance. I have to say that was…Cool how you took on those blokes."

Ezio blushed slightly, grinning widely, "Well, I don't want to brag. We only did what was right, so there really is no need to thank us." He crossed his arms over his chest, feeling rather smug about it; Desmond only rolled his eyes.

"Well, you're right about that. But, I do appreciate the help nonetheless-"

Desmond gave a mocking laugh, "Well, there's a surprise; you know how to be grateful to others." He glared at the Brit seriously, making him turn away and blush a bit.

"Trying to be clever again, Miles?" Shaun said softly, turning his gaze back at him. "I'm able to show my gratitude to random people, from time to time….I just rarely ever do so…" He shrugged.

"Why? Is it cuz you're afraid to admit it?" Shaun glared dangerously at the American, while Desmond smirked.

Ezio had to intervene again, extending a hand in front of them, "Hey, come on you guys; knock it off. Let's act mature here." He glared at them with a stern look.

"Don't look at me. Desmond is the one who is acting like a child; like always." Shaun spat.

Desmond took a step forward, "Oh right, and you haven't!? You're certainly one to contradict yourself." He sneered, sharing that mutual look from before.

"You guys…"

Shaun scowled, "Oh, shut it, you dumbass."

Desmond step closer to him, "What did you call me? Why don't you come closer and say that to my face."

"Desmond, Shaun; that is enough." Ezio shot his arms out in front of them, getting in the middle to prevent them from causing a disturbance in the hall for everyone to see. "Let's not start something, alright? Let's just try being nicer to each other-"

They both glared at the Italian, "No!"

Ezio sighed, "Mio Dio"

"Well, well, well; look what we have here." Ezio froze when he heard that voice. He had turned around slowly, seeing who it was. And it was exactly who he had feared it be. It was Abbas, with his buddies from last time, standing close behind him. The leader had a few cuts and bruises all over his face, and the student on his right had a bandaged up nose, very little bruising showing around that area of his face and looked as if it was swollen. That was the guy Altair punched multiple times in the face. He had done that to him? Damn…. "It certainly is nice to see you guys again." He said, his voice sounded hoarse.

"Abbas…" Shaun mumbled.

Ezio took a step forward, shielding the other two, "What do you want?"

"What? We only wanted to say hello to our dear friends." Abbas says.

"Yeah right; you're probably just here for another beating." Desmond retorted, taking a step closer.

The guy with the broken nose almost advances, but Abbas stuck his right arm out, preventing him to do so. He started to chuckle, "A beating? That's a laugh…I believe you were held back for a reason, Desmond; as if you could take us on." His companions started to laugh mockingly. Shaun looked over at Desmond, who looked down at the ground, blushing slightly. "Anyways….What we really want is an apology." The leader finished.

Desmond narrowed his eyes, "An apology? You gotta be-" He was interrupted by Ezio, pushing his back.

The Italian looked back at the trio, "What do you want an apology for?"

"Have you seen the damages you've done to our faces?" Abbas gestures to his friend and himself.

"You have given me and Altair a good share of bruises too. So, that makes us even." Ezio said, getting very irritated. "And trust me; if Altair was here, he would end up kicking your asses for asking something so ridiculous."

"Ah, but he isn't here now, is he? It would be wise to do it now, before we force an apology out of you." He said. Ezio grit his teeth in annoyance. He is a lot stronger than they might think; but he can't be dealing with three full fledge vampires on his own; especially when he has to guard Desmond and Shaun from these idiots. It would be easier to just give in to their demands, before they start having problems. "Alright, alright….We are sorry about the lunch incident. And the wounds we gave to you." He glanced over to the guy with the broken nose, "And I apologize for the rearrangement Altair did to your face…..Uh, what was your name again?" He resisted the urge to shudder. That looked like it hurt like hell…

"Swami" The man responded bitterly.

"Right, right…I'm sorry about that too."

"Even though it's an improvement." Shaun mutters quietly.

"There's your apology; you happy now!?" Desmond snarls.

Abbas held his hand up to his chin, as if taking a moment to think about it. "Hmmm….Nope, not quite; I'm afraid I am not convinced enough." He grew a menacingly smirk.

"What more do you want from us?" Ezio snapped, nearly lifting his arms in the air.

"Perhaps, it would be better if you got on your knees and beg for forgiveness….All of you…"

"What!?" Shaun says, clenching his fists.

Desmond tried to advance on them again, but Ezio continue to block him, "Enough with your bullshit! You should be the ones apologizing. Maybe you have forgotten; but, we weren't the ones that started the fight."

"Of course, you weren't!" Abbas growls at the man, "It was that little bitch, Al-Sayf, who started it all. We still plan on hunting him down, later, and make him suffer for what he did."

"You guys are such idiots. Malik wasn't responsible for what happened in the cafeteria!" Shaun scowled, absentmindedly taking a few steps forward, moving past Ezio, "So, if you even dare lay one finger on him…." He directed his warning at Abbas.

The man known as Swami, suddenly grabbed him by the collar of his sweater vest, lifting him up to face him instead, "You think threatening us will change anything?"

Desmond has had enough. He moved forward, shoving his hand against the other man's chest, "Hey, back off!" Swami quickly released Shaun, focusing on the other man. He grasped Desmond by the shirt, only punching him once in the stomach, and tossed him to the side were the wall was. Desmond's back hit the wall hard, making him grunt in slight pain, as he slides down against the wall. This guy was incredibly strong….No wonder Lucy didn't let him get involved in the fight last time.

As Desmond groaned from the painful ache in his shoulder blades, Ezio came over to his side, kneeling beside him, looking concerned. "Desmond….Are you okay?" Ezio asked, moving his hand to his back to help him up. He was too worried for his friend, to even pay any attention to the three jerks that were chuckling quietly. Shaun stood still; very surprised at what Desmond had tried to do.

"Nngh…Yeah…I'm alright." Desmond replied, sounding very much in pain.

Watching Ezio help Desmond get up slowly, Shaun glanced over at the other three with a scowl, "You guys are assholes." He said.

Abbas and his friend started to laugh, but soon after they had ceased their laughter when they noticed a teacher peeking out from a classroom to see what had occurred outside. "Let's get going…We wouldn't want to get in trouble again."

"But I want to have more fun with them." Swami whined, folding his arms over his chest.

"There'll be plenty of that later, but now isn't the time." Abbas says, taking his leave. The other two followed after him, looking disappointed.

Shaun saw them finally leaving, cursing them for what they did. He wasn't about to let them get away with that. No matter at what cause, he will always be the one to have the last laugh. And damn it, he will have it. He focused at one of the doors ahead in the hall, waiting for the right moment. He forces the door to swing open, slamming it in front of one of Abbas's friend, hitting him directly in the face. The one that is clean of any injuries….Well, not anymore. Not much to gain there, but that will have to do for now. "Aaaahhhh" The man cried out, his hands reaching up to cover his face, in a fail attempt to make the pain less intense.

Abbas turned around and went over to him, looking annoyed, "What's wrong!?" He growled.

"Someone slammed this door on me!" He muffled out through his hands.

Abbas checked the doorway, peeking his head into the dark classroom, "There is no one here; this room is empty, you imbecile!" He shouted, smacking his hand to the back of the other's head, "Move your ass!"

Shaun held his hand up to his mouth, to conceal his grinning. Ezio stood up fully with Desmond, now that he is able to stand himself. "I wonder how that happened."

"Who knows" Shaun say, still grinning. He turned his head, looking at Desmond, "Are you sure you're okay?" He raised a brow.

Desmond blinked a few times at him, "Uh…Um, yeah…I might feel soreness on my back for the next week, but I think I'll be fine." He stated.

"Good" Shaun said, nearly averting his eyes from the slightly taller man, as he was smiling at him, "You know….You didn't have to do that."

"What do you mean?" Desmond asked.

"Well….because of me, you ended up getting hurt." He said softly, looking down at his dark brown shoes.

"Yeah but….If I hadn't got myself involved, you would have gotten hurt instead." Desmond shrugged, his cheeks tinting red, realizing that the British man actually cared about him. Shaun's face went extremely red at that statement, quickly turning away, looking at the ground. He really hoped it wasn't noticeable.

Ezio stared at the Brit for a moment, before turning to look at his friend, "Yes, and maybe if I had intervene when I had the chance, than you could have avoided that too…I am sorry Desmond." He put a hand to his shoulder, feeling guilty.

"Hey, it's cool, bro. It was probably best not to fight back anyways. Those guys are tough, I have to admit." Desmond gave a cheerful smile, patting the Italian on the back. And he knew it had worked when Ezio gave a sigh of relief.

"Anyways….I have to go. I do apologize for this little experience…" Shaun said.

As he started walking, Desmond grabbed hold of his wrist, stopping him, "Shaun, wait!"

The Brit looked down at the strong hand gripping his wrist, and he looked up at him carefully, "…What?"

Desmond froze, hesitating to speak, "Um….Nothing, I'm just…..Sorry," He lets go of him.

"What for?"

"For being immature…. You clearly didn't like how childish I was being towards you, and I'm sorry for that."

"Oh…It's fine Desmond, you don' have to-"

"But I do" Desmond interrupts, giving a serious look, "I feel that it would be the right thing to do…So…I'm sorry." He said.

Shaun stared blankly at him, until he sighed, grinning at him "Well, I have to admit, I have been acting the same. Though, that is just the way I am, unfortunately."

Desmond started to laugh for a brief moment, "So, would you want to start over?" He asked, biting his lower lip.

Ezio continued to look between them with a bewilder expression. 'Just a while ago, they were at each other's throats. Now all of a sudden they are friendly?' He had thought.

Shaun took that into consideration; it's the least he could do for the kid. No one has ever stood up for him like that…Besides himself. "Hmm, I would like that a lot actually."

A dorky smile tugged at Desmond's lips, "That's good…..Uh…And maybe, we could hang together during lunch sometimes." He added, and Shaun quickly frowned at that, shooting a questioning glare at him.

"Don't push your luck, Miles." He turned around to leave, only taking a few steps before halting. He glanced at him again, "But….I guess I'll see you around…..And um…Thanks again." Shaun turns on his heels, waving him off, as he starts striding down the hallway. Desmond smirked, as his gaze stayed glued to Shaun's back for quite a while until he reached a corner and was gone.

"Well, this is interesting…"

"Hmm?" Desmond didn't bother to look at him; he was still looking down the hall the British man just left.

Ezio looked at Desmond curiously, "You two became acquainted with each other rather quickly."

Desmond pursed his lips, barely realizing that. He gave a deadpanned look at Ezio, "Yeah, so what? Didn't you say something about being nicer to him?"

"True, true…" Ezio shrugged, sticking his hands into his pockets, "But, that was before Abbas showed up."

"So, what's your point?"

"Well, after your little heroic action, it's almost like you two never hated each other. And it is a tad bit weird how nice you are being toward him."

"And?"

"I just didn't expect you to be that nice…" Ezio smirked.

Desmond lifted a brow, "What's that suppose to mean?" He asked.

"Nothing, just forget it…..Let's get going, alright? We need to get to our classes, before we get in trouble." He said, changing the subject. Desmond felt like he should have questioned his friend further about that, but he decided to drop it.

"But, what about Altair?" Desmond said, quickly remembering about him.

"Don't worry…I'll skip my next class so I can go searching for him." Ezio commanded, and

"Do you want me to go with you?"

"No, I will search for him myself. If I find Altair, I'll let you know." Desmond reluctantly nods his head as they went their separate ways.

Altair went awfully stiff; looking puzzled in front of the tall man. As he was given a brief glance at, he felt anger rise up within him. Either it was due to the familiar face that had him seeing red, or maybe it was how the tall man was touching Malik in a way he didn't like. Perhaps, it had to do with both. He began to narrow his eyes, almost gritting his teeth. If he could, he would have gone right ahead and ripped that man apart; he probably could have done so instantly, if Malik wasn't in the way. That was the only thing stopping him right now.

"M-Mr. De Sable, I…I'm sorry, I wasn't looking where I was going." Malik said, panic could be heard in his voice.

A small smirk flowed across the tall man's face, "That is quite alright, Al-Sayf" The man spoke softly. Altair balled his fists as he saw how the man smoothly moved his hands down Malik's arms very slow, but gently, until dropping them by his side. For reasons unknown, Altair hated how certain people keep making physical contact with Malik; just seeing anyone give the slightest touch to the darker male, immediately infuriated him. He was starting to feel inclined to make sure no one did such a thing. "Next time, try to be more careful." Mr. De Sable said, his smile quickly fading into a frown. "Where were you going, Al-Sayf?"

"I was just heading to class right now, sir." Malik said nervously, taking a few steps back. Altair blinked a few time in confusion. Is this man a…Teacher?

Mr. De Sable lifted a brow, "Really?...But, my classroom is over on the other side of this campus." He pointed at the opposite direction behind the two students. It was way worse than Altair had thought; this man is Malik's teacher. "What are you doing wasting time walking around in the hallways? You weren't planning on skipping my class now, were you?" He gave an austere look at the darker male.

A blushed spread across Malik's face, "N-No, sir, I was just…Uh, Helping out Ibn' La-Ahad to find his next classroom, because he is still new to this school. But, he just remembered where it was now." Malik glanced at Altair, who cocked his head to the side. "Right, Altair?"

When Malik shot dagger eyes at him, Altair's mouth turned into a thin line; he quickly got the hint and nods his head slowly, "Yeah" He mutters, looking away.

"Ah, I see now…" He looked over at Altair, his eyes examining him. Altair furrowed his brows even further. "Very well then….Since you are one of my top students in my class. I suppose I can let you off this one time. But, if I catch you roaming around again; there will be consequences. And I won't be taking any excuses, understand?" Malik nodded his head, and the taller man began to smile again. "Good….Be off to class now. And I will be there momentarily." He says, watching the darker male twist around and scurried off. He brushed shoulders with Altair, making him turn to see him leaving. Malik didn't look back once in his hasty retreat. He glanced back at the Robert look alike, his fists were clenching tighter, and his fingernails were digging into the skin of his palms.

This man indeed looks like Robert. He has the same features on his face, the same height and the two scars over his bald head are proof enough. Even his name can easily give him away. Though the only problem is….His scent is different. This scent had some similarity to that one student in his first classroom. "So, you're a new student here, huh?" The tall man spoke, still smirking.

'He doesn't recognize me? This is odd…' Altair stared wide eyed for a moment, "….Yes" He said carefully, after a few seconds of silence. This was getting really awkward…

Mr. De Sable started to chuckle, "Well then, I hope things go well for you in this school."

He passed by Altair, strolling his way through the hall happily. "Wait!" The teacher stopped, looking over his shoulder. Altair turned around fully, glaring at him, "Have we met before?"

Mr. De Sable suddenly frowned, but didn't answer at first. He started to shake his head slightly, nonchalantly lifting his brow up, "No….I don't think so."

"Hmm" Altair's glare wavers, "Never mind then" He said.

Mr. De Sable's smirk returned, "Take care, Mr. Ibn' La-Ahad." Altair shuddered just hearing that voice…It was all too familiar. It had that venomous edge to it; one that always exasperates Altair's anger over so long ago. He wanted to strike the tall man down. He wants to slaughter him where he stands. But, his friends have told him many times not to kill anyone in this school or at all for that matter. Even though this man may be a disguised vampire, his life will not be taken.

As the taller man's footsteps could be heard treading off, Altair struggled to keep his eyes closed tightly. He clenched his hands even further to the point when blood started trickling through his fingers. He kept his head low, breathing in a lot heavier. And when he knew the man was gone, he began rushing to the nearest restroom he could find; he was glad that he picked one that was empty, going to the one of the stalls at the end of the room.

Locking himself into the bigger stall, he went over to the wall, with his back pressed to it. Altair slid down to the floor, his arms hugging his knees up to his chest. His breathing became heavier and erratic, barely realizing that he was extremely thirsty. He was in quite a predicament. He needs to find a way to try calming himself down before his condition worsens. His need for blood is becoming dangerously crucial.

He won't be making it to his fourth class….

Dun, Dun, Duuuu- Okay I am going to stop doing that.

Stay tuned for next time :D Love y'all~