I've promised to finish this story. There you go. I'll only respond to kind critics and nice comments. Anyone whose being a bitch is going to be ignored. I don't like being called names, it gets me all pissed off like shit. I don't need that grab.

I deleted the entire story from my computer; in which I mean all chapters. So I have to re-write them. I will not be editing or reading them over, it takes too much time.
Besides that, I probably won't upload as quick as I once did.

Chapter 12

Maya felt completely embarrassed, that, smashed together with the confusion, made her run away from the calling voice of Altaïr. He had called her twice before it stopped but she had yet to slow down. Altaïr had never mentioned Malik before, neither could she recall it happening the other way around. But then again; was she really supposed to know? It's not like they owed her anything and did she actually ever mentioned either of them to the other one. She absolutely held knowing Altaïr a secret, afraid someone would recognize his name. Maya perhaps knew very little about the man but she was intelligent enough to understand that he was not doing something that was approved by the law. But it was very well possible that she had mentioned Malik to Altaïr, for she told him everything.

Badir looked at her for a moment as she passed his stand on the market, she must have looked panicked because he looked worried. Maya smiled quickly trying to remove his worry even though she hardly cared. She still wondered why he had betrayed her the way he had done. But perhaps it had been unfair of her as well to treat him like an 'solution' if she ever needed one. She was concerned for Aisha but she never voiced it. Hoping that someday she would see for herself. Even though she had hardly spoken to her friend; she missed her dearly.
Suddenly she was pulled directly into an alleyway, a hand tightly around her wrist as it forced her against the wall. She knew who it was, there was no doubt. And as she was so rudely pulled out of her thoughts she felt unbelievably frightened. Even though for reasons unknown; because even if she did see something she shouldn't have seen; at least that's what she thought – she also knew that Malik and Altaïr wouldn't really try to hurt her… right?
"I'm sorry, alright? I just wanted to see Malik before you would come to get me. I haven't been able to see him for awhile and I consider him a dear friend of mine and-" "I am not angry, Maya" he cut her off calmly trying his best to smile friendly. But he had just been chasing her over the rooftops, being an assassin, and his mind seemed to be racing. It usually calmed itself when he was around her; forgetting all about what he was. But his mind was still restless as he kept scanning the area, afraid to miss something.
"Are you alright?" Maya asked suddenly, a small frown playing between her eyebrows as she too noticed his odd behavior. His eyes scanned each building, every time his head snapped in the direction of the busy streets that he had just pulled her away from. He looked rather on edge and it only made Maya grow more uncomfortable.

"Malik is not angry with you either, Maya." he sighed deeply, rubbing the back of his neck underneath his hood. "How long have you known him?" Maya asked suddenly, the words slipping her mouth before she really could stop them. Altaïr snapped towards hers and it took him a moment before his gaze softened, noticing just how scared and fragile Maya looked. It was a change he'd rather never see. Scared of him. He much more liked Maya the way she was before, asking too much questions and unaware of whatever it was that he could do to her. Or perhaps she was aware, but ignored it.
He pondered, considering the risks if he would tell her the truth. It was best, for her own safety, if she knew as little as possible, yet he wanted to tell her. In hopes that she would accept him for what he was. "We grew up together, look, Maya, there are things I can not tell you right now, especially not here. It is for your own safety and that of mine." The fear crept back in her eyes and he sighed ever deeper then before, feeling completely frustrated. "Don't be afraid of me, I would never harm an innocent" he squeezed his hands into fists knowing full well that he had once again chosen the wrong words and he was working himself deeper into this mess with each word. Normally he would've turned around and stopped talking, hoping the conversation would eventually be forgotten; even more importantly, he would never see her again to avoid ever having this conversation brought back up.
But that was the Altaïr he was at Masyaf. It was the Altaïr he was in Damascus, Acre, but not in Jerusalem. Jerusalem had become something to look forward to. A place he actually smiled when he walked in. A place where he would carelessly buy an apple from a fruit stand and place a coin into a little boys hand. Where he no longer felt annoyed by beggars because he would remember Maya's words of sympathy. And he knew that was the only reason he enjoyed being in Jerusalem; Maya. Sweet, innocent, Maya.
"Go home, Maya. I'll meet you there and I promise I'll explain" his last attempt in chasing away the fear in her eyes.