Yaaaaay new chapter. I'm actually suprised that people like this. o.o weird. But anyways here's another chapter for you all.

(Oh yeah I don't own Assassin's Creed ): wish I had enough brain to come up with a plot that thick, but no D:)

What?! Me an assassin? This guy was crazy. Did he think I'd just agree to go with him just because he's a little bit above handsome? If he thought I was a girl to whore out with any one who swept me off my feet (figuratively and literally) he had another thing coming.

"Put me down! Put me down right now Ezio!" My voice sounded like a cat who'd just had it's tail stepped on. As long as he could tell I was pissed I guess it didn't matter what I sounded like at that moment.

With a sigh the young assassin gently set me down on the roof. I noticed people staring at use from the bazaar below. It angered me that I had attracted that much attention, it was definitely something I wasn't used to. I tried my best to be as discrete as possible. All the faces below staring in wonderment at us made my face grow hotter. I shifted away from the edge to keep myself from getting to embarrassed or worse, recognized.

"I don't want to be your assassin apprentice or an assassin at all. Got it? I come from a line of very good thieves and I don't want that to be disrupted because you found a girl you thought your charms would work on," My voice was quieter so the people around us wouldn't think we were here anymore. I was hoping it worked but with the luck I was having today I wouldn't be surprised if guards came up here. Despite my flustered state I found it in me to smirk at the assassin. I had resisted his charms, I had won today (even though I clearly just lost).

"While I am surprised you didn't try to have your way with me already, I didn't offer because I find you attractive," my face grew hotter. I had most certainly lost today, in every way. He didn't seem to notice my blushing. "I asked you because you're skilled."

"Ha. Some skilled thief to be caught right?" Flattery was not going to win him a student and neither were his looks. In fact I ignored that little aspect of him for the rest of the conversation (or at least I tried to).

"Not necessarily. I wouldn't have noticed my money gone if you wouldn't have started running as soon as you passed me. That made me suspicious, then I noticed my pouch gone and you were the obvious culprit. Honestly if you wouldn't have ran I would have noticed after it was too late."

I sighed deeply. "You mean if I didn't try to get away I could have avoided this conversation all together?" That made me even more mad.

He chuckled softly and stepped closer to me. We were inches apart. "But if you hadn't tried to rob me I wouldn't have met you." He tried to brush a strand of hair out of my face but I pushed him back. I could only push him back a little ways but it was enough to disrupt his, whatever that was.

"Do you try that with every girl you meet?" I hoped my glare was convincing enough. I was a thief I didn't have much people skills and this was the first time I had a conversation with anyone who wasn't a shopkeeper in about two years.

"Well half the time I don't need to. The ladies I meet are all over me and the ones I try that on certainly don't shove me away," he smiled slyly at me.

"Pig," I spat.

"That's unfair. Half the time it's not me," His faced looked like that of a scolded puppy.

"Sure. Anyways, I still don't want to be an assassin so good day Ezo," I pushed past him to start running.

"It's Ezio!" He shouted after me. But I barely heard it.

I couldn't let my recent thieving failure sway me anymore. I had failed before but I was never caught like just now. No matter, I still had work left to do.

It was pretty easy the rest of the day, just a typical run aside from... him.

I dropped off my haul at my house and set out to run around to clear my head. The cool night's wind was so soothing after today. Running at night was always better because it wasn't so hot and it was absolutely beautiful seeing the moon on the water.

I made my way to my favorite pier to watch the stars. It was almost right next to my apartment, just a few rooftops away. I could always come here when things weren't going my way. There was something about the water that was relaxing to me.

I laid on the pier, air gushing out of me at the impact. What just happened today? I still couldn't fully understand everything, even after I thought about it during my run by's. He offered me an apprenticeship. But I had already been one long ago, a thief's apprentice. I didn't want to be instructed any further, but maybe that was me just being childish.

Me an assassin. I couldn't wrap my mind around that thought. Killing people? I could never kill anyone without feeling so guilty for months. I definitely couldn't kill many people and go back for more.

My dad had to kill someone once, to protect me. It was all so horrible. Even though I wasn't the one who killed him, I still felt responsible. I guess I sort of was.

We were robbing a very disrespectful, snooty, rich family. Dad hoped it would give them a sense of humility and mostly just to knock them off their high horse. It went well and we were just getting out before the head of the house grabbed me. It happened quick but I remembered the pained look on the man's face as fell limp, my clothes stained with his blood.

I hadn't had to kill anyone in my career, fortunately for me. I think if someone was threatening someone I loved I wouldn't hesitate to take them out like my father had, but I didn't have anyone I loved. It doesn't bother me like it used to. The first year I spent alone was the worst, but I got over it. I now get all my social interactions from merchants and the angry yells of my unfortunate clients. I chuckled softly as I remembered all the reactions from people. The memories slowly got fuzzier and fuzzier until I couldn't see them again.

I was rudely awakened by freezing cold canal water being tossed causally on me.

"Go home child your parents must be worried about you and I have work to do," the older looking dock man looked down on my still sleepy self with concern and annoyance.

I pulled myself up with the help of the dock man and nodded my thanks to him, although I didn't really know why I should thank him, he had just poured cold, dirty water on me to wake me up. I walked awkwardly walked away from him and into the streets that were separating me and my house. I didn't feel like getting any colder by jumping around on the rooftops so I decided to wrap my arms around my torso and deal with it.

The streets were crowded which wasn't surprising and it was close to the fall holidays, but it was so packed I could cut the crowd with a butter knife. The extra body heat all around me was nice though so I didn't mind, just so long as I wasn't recognized by clients or him.

The closer I got to my house the less people were around. I don't live in a particularly glamorous area of town, in fact it's probably one of the most hated parts of town. People around complain of murders, harassment, drunks, and, of course, thievery.

I've heard all the stories around town. They were all terrible, even to me. People being murdered for no given reason at all, while I had never been threatened, it did make me more cautious about where I travel and how. In fact, I shouldn't be walking on the streets even at this hour because I know how stupid some people can be. But since it was morning and I was already cold, being murdered sounded better than freezing on the rooftops. I had seen many drunks but what I can tell they are relatively harmless but, there's always a but, I've heard around town that many women have been... I shuddered at the thoughts. And the thief part, I knew all too well although I never stopped to think about what my actions do to others, and I was taught not to. I've heard my damage ranges from, 'couldn't buy that fancy new rug I wanted' to, 'I couldn't pay the ransom for my family.' Things like that actually do bother me, just a little bit, I've always tried to follow in my fathers footsteps by only robbing someone who wouldn't need it or could gain it back fairly easily. I try never to dwell on those stories though.

As I neared my house I heard banging, and unfortunately I also heard a familiar voice. I pressed myself on the building right next to the alley where my house was. I peeked around slowly to confirm my suspicions.

Great it was him again. The Assassin, Ezio, standing in front of my house, calling my name.

Now, I'd be flattered if we had met in different circumstances, but this was just plain creepy, and I was the one who was supposed to be creepy. Well I guess assassins are kind of creepy in the sense that they stalk you and then suddenly jump out of nowhere and kill you, but still, this was too weird. I try to rob him, he offers me an apprenticeship, I turn him down. So what does he do? Follow me home. Okay.

I moved my head out of the way so he wouldn't be able to see me, slamming it gently against the brick building. How could I have been so stupid? I should have known he wouldn't take no for an answer, but I didn't think he'd follow me home. He's too sneaky for me.

Peeking at him I see him standing there, arms crossed, a stern look on his face, hood down, he looks perfect. Wait... what? No he's far from perfect, I quickly banish all thoughts of the creature in front of me looking perfect.

"I know you're in there Rosabella," at the sound of his voice I snapped my head back.

Oh do you now? My face twisted into a sly smirk at my thought. It already seemed like a battle of the wits and I had only known him for a day.

A few seconds passed before I heard, what sounded like his fist hitting my door with unnecessary force. After that I heard no more from him. I stayed put though, just in case he was being silent for a while. I checked again and he was gone. I slowly and quietly made my way to the door. I imagined myself as a mouse wearily approaching a bated trap, but in the end I always caught the mouse, I was hoping that wasn't the case with me. Creeping up on the final stretches I broke into a sprint, hastily unlocked my door (after dropping my keys, twice), and I was in. I slid down my door in a sigh of relief, this mouse wasn't caught today.

Locking my door just in case he wanted to drop by again, I sat at my table tossing my money pouch in between my hands.

"Looks like we might have to move," I told it.

Angered at my carelessness I through the pouch across the room and went to get more beauty sleep since it was rudely taken away from me this morning.

The first thing I heard was his booming voice, waking me up before I was ready for a second time today. The second thing I heard was his fist against my door.

"Rosabella please, I really need to speak with you," he sounded desperate.

I opened my mouth to yell something but I stopped myself.

If I let him know I was home he'd never stop, but the desperation in his voice caught me off guard. I entered a grueling battle with my mind. Did I answer him? No. Yes. It wouldn't hurt to talk to him right? Yes it would. No it wouldn't.

I sighed, now or never I guess. "Do I have to move?" I yelled out jokingly from my bed.

I heard his chuckle behind the door. "No, but if you'd talk to me I could stop bothering you sooner." He paused. "I have to discuss an important matter with you."

Still thinking he was just joking I replied with a laugh in my voice. "Ezio look I just met you yesterday I don't think I know you well enough to have a committed relationshi-"

"I don't have much time left Rosabella, I need you," he cut me off with even more desperation in his voice, if that was even possible.

I fell silent. This was sounded like exactly what I thought. He was dying and he wanted someone with skill to carry his child so his legacy would live on. No thank you Sir.

I groggily made my way to the door. Putting my hands on the door I raised myself on my toes to look out the peephole. Sure enough I saw a desperate man looking desperate. Didn't know why I thought he'd look any different.

"I'm not having your children Ezio. It doesn't matter if you're handsome, I don't care if you're dying, I don't care if you need someone to carry on your legacy, I wont have sex with you." I was tired so I couldn't put any venom in my words but I hoped he got the message just the same.

He chucked slightly. "Thinking about sex with me already?" My face went red behind the door. I was happy with my decision not to go outside to talk with him. "But that is not what I came here to ask. Besides I have many other fine ladies lining up in hopes I choose them for that role. I've already tested some of them out and-"

"Then why did you come here?" I interrupted so I wouldn't have to hear about who he brought into his bed. It didn't surprise me that he slept around, he was handsome enough to play the part.

"I came here to again convince you to be my apprentice. You never let me explain why I chose you. I was planning on doing that on the way to my villa, but you didn't let me." he paused to see if I was going to interrupt again, but he had peaked my curiosity. I'd be good for once and let him finish. "My allies and I are going to war soon, in a few months, and I need someone to carry on my assassin legacy, just not in the way you had hoped."

"I didn't hope that!" I snapped. I knew I shouldn't have thought he wanted me to bear his children. He looked like the type of man who would though, so my thoughts felt justified.

He ignored my outburst. "While I might not be dying, there is a great chance that I might. If that happens there will be no one to continue my work, no one to lead the assassins."

"Why me though? You just met me yesterday," I was still too confused to agree to anything just yet.

"You have skill Rosabella, I'll need that to teach you what I can in such short time. If I started from scratch they wouldn't be able to learn everything in time, that's why I need you, you are currently the Assassin Order's only hope."

Way to pull out the big guns. Me an assassin, let alone an assassin leader, was too much for me to comprehend at that moment. I had poor people skills as it was, I wouldn't be able to lead a group of people or keep them alive.

Feeling my uncertainty he added, "If leading a group of assassins is too much for you I could train you to lead the thieves. I need someone I can trust over there."

Now he trusts me? This was too much for my uneventful life. But the last offer he made... something inside me instantly disagreed to it.

"I'll go," I said hoarsely. I don't know why I did but I did. Something about him made me want to agree to it. Maybe it was the fact that he was the first person I could sort of call a friend, and that was mostly because he was the first person I've had contact with in years.

I really should have thought it over more, I knew as soon as I said it that I'd regret it. It was too late now though I already hooked my gold to my leather belt and was undoing the locks to my house.

When I saw the man outside my door I didn't know if I had made the right decision. His instantly brightened face suited him a lot better than the previously desperate one. He seemed like the kind of guy who got what he wanted, no matter what he wanted. So maybe that's why I couldn't stand to see him so desperate.

There's probably not going to be another chapter for 2 weeks because I have a lot to do during then. I might find more time to write but I doubt it.:/

I will see you then.