Whoo! Ok, third oneshot here and I'm just gonna tell you that these will be random with absolutely NO correlation of a time scale. I'm just writing whatever comes to my mind. Some will be A/U, fluff, lemons, violence, and language. This oneshot is ten years after Haytham's birth, so that makes him, you guessed it! 15! No, I'm not stupid with math, he's ten of course XD. Also, Altaïr and Maria got pretty busy, Zarif and Zahara are 8 year old twins, and they have a 2 year old baby named Rakin! Awwz!

Ok, 1: go on Youtube and punch in a Celtic song...check... 2: Write the author's note...check... 3: Make sure no one is watching me type this...check...

OK! ENJOY!

Night descended upon Masyaf, the sun casting its' final rays before dying down behind the hilltops. The silvery full moon gently appeared high in the sky, giving the village a beautiful light that can only rival the intensity of the sun. Villagers blew out their candles, one by one until the village ground was drowned in darkness, while the heavens spanned shadows and light across rooftops.

While most of the citizens drifted into the land of slumber, children in the Assassin's stronghold refused to sleep, as a daring thought came to one of their young minds.

Haytham twisted around in his bed, facing his twin brother and sister, Zarif and Zahara. The two eight year-old's slept soundly in their simple bedding, occasionally twitching slightly from their dreams. Haytham rolled out of bed, utterly bored and restless. He wanted to explore the fortress at night, as it is the best time to practice stealth, but he wanted his brother and sister to come and watch. It always was like him to show off to his siblings, to show them 'the Assassin's ways'.

Shaking his brother and sister awake and putting a finger to his lips, they quietly dressed and sneaked out of their room.

"What are we doing, Haytham?" Zahara whispered timidly. The young girl with curly black hair and peach colored skin asked nervously, as walking around at night was said to be dangerous and risky. Her friends always told her stories of how monsters hid in the darkest of shadows and then would leap out to grab pretty girls like her.

Her twin brother nodded, trying to keep pace with his elder brother, "We shouldn't be out here. If Father catches us, we'll be in trouble."

Zarif was smaller and more feeble than Haytham, but lacked the ignorance and hardheadedness that he possessed. He once heard his father, Altaïr, once say to his closest friends that Haytham will become the next Assassin in the family line for his strength and courage, while Zarif most likely will become the Grandmaster for his intelligence and understanding. Of course, the discussion was not meant for the children's ears, as Zarif was only passing by the meeting room.

Haytham rolled his eyes, not understanding why his siblings were such cowards. It was just a walk around the fortress to practice stealth, what can happen? Then, an idea crept to his mind as he whispered, "We're going to spy on Mother and Father."

Zarif sighed and Zahara gasped, such an idea was suicide and oozed risks of getting caught. "We can't do that Haytham! Father will catch us, no doubt!" Zahara squeaked with anxiety.

Haytham whirled around to face his brother and sister, a look of frustration and impatience plastered across his adorable face, "You two need to practice the arts of stealth some day, and now is possibly the best time! So, if you decided not to embrace your in-her-i-tance," stuttering slightly on the long word he only learned a few days ago, he spun back around and continued walking down the hallway, whispering back, "then so be it!" Zarif and Zahara turned to each other, eyes wide with excitement at the very notion of practicing their future skills. They quickly returned to following Haytham, having trouble staying quiet as they caught up to their brother.

They continued down the winding passageways to the Grandmaster quarters atop the largest tower, stopping only to spare a glance into a small room, where they beheld the sleeping form of their baby brother. Rakin, a small two year-old slept soundly in the same crib where they slept until they came to the age of three.

Continuing along the small hallway, they came to their parents room. But instead of total darkness, as they expected, a stream of light came through underneath the door. Gently opening the wooden door, the young children peaked through the crack, eyes widening at the sight.

Altaïr was embracing Maria in the middle of the room, just at the foot of the bed. The children's eyes only widened further when they saw their father kiss mother passionately, arms tightening around her to bring their bodies closer together. Maria placed her hands on his shoulders, massaging her husband by the back and neck, eventually entering his tunic to touch his well-sculptured chest and trailed down to his pelvis. Altaïr groaned in response, and began to undress Maria as she did the same until both adults stood naked in front of one another, deepening their kisses with utter passion and running their hands across each others anatomy.

Zahara gaped upon seeing her father naked, and Zarif and Haytham likewise upon mother's still curvy body. We should leave right now, Haytham... Zarif thought desperately, as he witnessed his father run his hand down to the juncture of Maria's thigh and lower stomach. He did not want to see anymore, but couldn't tear his eyes away from the scene unfolding. It seems, thanks to twin telepathy, Zahara gently nudged Haytham, motioning him with a jerk of her head that they should go. Haytham frowned, shook his head, and returned his attention to his parents.

Maria lifted her leg up against Altaïr's hip, and as if it were a signal, Altaïr lowered his arm underneath her thigh, propping her body close to his and repeated the process with Maria's other leg, both still kissing passionately. Altaïr moved around to the side of the bed and gently lowered Maria upon the sheets, moving to climb atop of her. With the angle of the bed towards the door, the children could not see anything else besides the bed jerking and father bringing himself down upon mother. Moans filled the bedchamber from both adults, jerking going on for an eternity until finally, mother let out a high-pitched whine and father groaned. He then rolled off her, ragged breathing echoing off the walls.

Altaïr turned his head towards Maria once their breathing calmed down, and though the children could not see much, they knew from the rustle of sheets and the puckering sound that their father embraced mother and kissed her gently on the lips. The candle then blew out, plunging the room into darkness.

Seeing as the show has finally ended, the three youths, all thoroughly confused at the act they witnessed, returned to their rooms. They crawled into their now cold beds, but found no sleep with the memory of their parents becoming intimate still smoldering in their young minds.

They didn't want to speak to their parents tomorrow, all three now see them differently.

A/N: Err, for some reason, writing this wasn't as awkward as I originally thought...oh, does that make me a perv or something? Yuck...

Ok, please review! Tell me what you think!

FYI: Rakin means "Steady; holding firm, solid". Zarif means "Intelligent, graceful". Zahara means "Shining; flower". Haytham means "Young Eagle; Lion".

Yea, just thought you might be wondering =)