Hello everyone =) This is Panda-Monium, and here's a oneshot!

Ok, for everyone who spammed my inbox with the 'Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom' answer, you guessed correctly! Were the hints really that obvious, or did you all wake up to that one and only scene with monkey brains? That's what happened to Era-Age! Congrats! Also, this is what I promised: the first person who can guess the scene and movie correctly gets to hand out an idea for the next oneshot, and if I like it, I'll write it! And I liked her idea XD

This is her idea: this scene takes place a few days after the little incident with the inn, and Maria wants some payback. They arrive at Delhi and decide to poke and spy around the poor places to seek some suspicious characters that Altaïr gained some info on, and find some people that can help them...and that's when the lightbulb pops above Maria.

Enjoy!

Altaïr and Maria walked through the grimy streets of the poor district of Delhi, scanning the many dirty faces of the citizens who lived in the gutters.

The two have not had a conversation lasting more than five minutes since the little 'incident' at the inn, as Maria was still steamed. Altaïr tried not to notice her silent and growing anger, but couldn't help but feel extremely awkward around her...especially since the image of her without clothes still burned in his mind, begging his eyes to gaze upon her naked form again.

At last, they arrived at the market place. Vendor's shouted to passerby's, informing them of all the 'wonderful' things they sell. Altaïr caught a glimpse of a man acting rather suspicious by a food stall, and before he could blink, the man quickly grabbed an apple and casually walked down the street before the vendor could see who the thief was.

Altaïr turned to Maria, "So, we start our search here. I'll handle the marketplace and bars, and you...go wherever."

Maria huffed, "Fine then...but if you get into a drunken fight, I will not be coming to lend you a hand."

Altaïr smirked. If anything needs help in this unfamiliar city, it was her. Maria may be a tough fighter, but she was a beautiful woman...and most men would consider her an easy pick.

Maria snarled, understanding what Altaïr was thinking just from the glint in the Assassin's eyes, "Oh don't let that even cross your mind, Assassin. I'm sure as hell that I can take care of myself." she spun on her heel and marched through the streets, but earned some looks from the men sitting on the street. Altaïr began to grow alarmed when some of those men began to follow her.

He quickly caught up to Maria and wrapped an arm around her waist, of course earning a glare in response from the woman. Before she could swing her fist around, Altaïr whispered into her ear, "Some men were following you...just making sure they understand that you're 'taken'."

"'Taken'?" Maria hissed, looking over her shoulder to see that there were no men following them. She broke Altaïr's grip around her waist and whirled around in front of him to prevent him from walking forward, "I'm not 'taken', Assassin. Never will be 'taken'. I do not need an escort just because I'm a woman and I can handle myself!" she pushed him away and continued walking down the street, calling back, "Find your half of the information, and I'll meet you back here, bastard!"

"So, have you heard about the man Jahan?" Maria impatiently asked the group of prostitutes. All six of the young women shook their heads in a clueless fashion. Maria couldn't blame them if they didn't know the man's name, after all, men do not care about conversation when they head into a brothel.

Then, one of the women, a brown eyed Persian beauty suddenly brightened, realization coming into full swing, "Oh! I remember someone with that name! He was one of my clients a few days ago...oh, he had such a wonderful pair of hands..."

Maria tried her best not to look disgusted with the woman on how she described the nocturnal affair with the man named Jahan, What forced these women to give in to this...life? I myself would rather live in the gutter than to sell my body to the desires of men!

"So, do you...know anything particular about Jahan?" Another women was about to answer, but Maria stopped her, "Not sex related, preferably." the women closed her mouth.

Another nodded suddenly, earning Maria's attention, "Well, I did hear him brag to me about this Order while he was undressing...um, I think it was called 'The Knight's Templar', but I could be wrong..."

"Oh yes! Many men from that Order come to this brothel every now and again! Oh, remember that dashing European man with the sun-kissed hair and those beautiful azure eyes?"

She continued to listen to the group of women, all throwing in their experiences with the many different men from the Order. At last, Maria had enough and stood up from the chair she sat in...but then, a memory came back to her mind...

"HAVEN'T YOU HEARD OF KNOCKING, YOU BLOODY ASSASSIN? GET OUT!" Maria made herself look like a complete fool when she tripped over all of the furniture, and just to be rewarded to the door being slammed in her face. Of course, she vented her anger towards the Assassin by threatening his life, but that did nothing to ease her mind. Perhaps a bit of revenge would allow some steam to blow off...

"Say, girls...I have a friend of mine who has been incredibly stressed lately..."

"P-Please! I know nothing!" The Indian man whimpered even as Altaïr's fist collided into his jaw, sending stray hairs from his beard flying.

"I think you do know...your name has come up more than once in some rumors...what do you know of the Knight's Templar?"

"Nothing! Absolutely nothing! I'm just a poor Indian man with nothing to look forward to! Please, just let me go..."

Altaïr began to pull back his fist for another punch, when the Indian man suddenly shouted, "Wait! Wait! Okay, maybe I do know some stuff..." Altaïr let his arm fall to his side, but then grabbed the man by his collar and shoved him up against the stone wall.

"A 'maybe' will not satisfy my curiosity...speak, and make sure what you say is true."

The Indian man relaxed slightly, realizing that Altaïr will not invoke more pain upon him, "All I know is that the Templars have reached across the land and brought with them redemption!"

Altaïr sneered with disgust, hearing these words reminded him of when he was forced to regain his rank by capturing a traitor, Just another fanatic, he was about to shove his hidden blade into the man's stomach when the man started his rant again.

"The few survivors of the Order are coming for you, Assassin...as well as that traitorous whore!"

"So...they're here in the city?" Altaïr grinned evilly, Finally, some information...

"Yes! And they will take the artifact that you hold and finally complete their plans...!" The man could not finish, as Altaïr pressed his gloved hand into the man's stomach and the other against his mouth. The man groaned in pain, sagging slightly as his life spilled out of his body. Altaïr let him fall to the ground in the dark alleyway, and immediately left the crime scene to tell Maria what he had learned.

He spotted her before she could. Maria was standing in front of a large and elaborately decorated building, consisting of finely woven silks and beautiful flowers that were foreign to him. But, he did recognize the feminine colors of sky blue and lustful pink...

A brothel? Altaïr snickered. He did not expect nor could picture Maria to be that kind of female...

Maria lifted her head, giving him a rather eerie smile that sent a slight chill up his spine, "Hello, darling. How did your search go?"

Altaïr stood stunned, somewhat surprised by the name Maria had given him, Darling? What happened to you, woman?

Maria noted his surprised look and smirked, "Well, some of the girls at the brothel told me of a man named Jahan...apparently he is a regular and one of the Templars that you should start searching for. He's rather poor, but can apparently pay for his masculine desires," motioning with a jerk of her head towards the brothel, where a group of six prostitutes were staring at Altaïr...with a strange gleam in their eyes. He felt their eyes roving over his body and he began to worry why Maria was smiling at him.

"Er, Maria..." he whispered into her ear, not taking his eyes away from the prostitutes fluttering their eyelashes at him.

"Hm? What is it, Assassin?" Maria snickered, realizing that Altaïr was staring at the women with unease. She let loose another smile, then grabbed Altaïr's arm, pulling him towards the brothel, "I couldn't help but notice you've been rather...tense lately...when was the last time you found release?"

Altaïr began to panic and squirm under Maria's grip as she led him toward the gawking women, "Uhh, Maria...what...what's going on?" She shoved him into the middle of the group, letting out another laugh even as the women began to drag Altaïr deeper into the brothel, "Maria! WAIT!"

He will pay for seeing her naked...the prostitutes ensured that.

Maria casually flitted the coin in between her fingers, taking a bit of delight upon seeing the reflection of the moon shinning upon the golden surface. She looked up to see the towering figure of Altaïr walking towards her, stride somewhat faltered and clumsy...

Once he was in front of her, he spoke in his rich, husky voice, "Why...did you do that?"

Maria smirked, letting out a chuckle when she caught the scent of perfume wafting off of her companion, "Did what?"

HAHA! Great idea Era! XD

Ok guys, this is going to be the last oneshot for a few days. I'm going to a farm to work for about a week, so I won't be on the computer for longer than an hour most likely. I'll try and write a oneshot while I'm there cause I know how much you all love Altaïr and Maria! In the mean time, if you haven't read Loving Hate by Era-Age, read it now! If you've already read it, read it again!

Era and I are kinda on the same page...we don't see Altaïr as that kind of guy to go mess around while he's not working because he's a cold-blooded Assassin who lost his first love. Granted, that sounds a little emo, but we thought that that would be funny if Altaïr was like "WHAAA?" while Maria shoves him into a brothel.

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