This is just a short little filler chapter I wipped up while I'm working on the main story chapter. Although you know, it is kind of counter productive that I would work on something shorter and easier than just getting the big chapter out of the way. ._. huh. But I really didn't want to take longer and you thinking I gave up or died or something. Just something to read while you wait I guess.

A cool blade danced in between my palms, the prickly wooden handle pressing into the callouses lining my usually dainty thief hands, leaving evidence of its presence. It was a nice night, wind slightly blowing and the temperature was just right. The streets were just slightly populated with nobodies, or no one I cared about at that time, there was only one man I cared about that time, the only man I had let get close to me in so long. The only man with eyes that could stop even a thief, the very same man who could persuade that thief into wanting to kill him.

I pranced along the uneven rooftop of the residential part of town like I owned them. I did own them. I had been on the roofs ever since I could remember, I had as much a claim to them as any other thief or assassin around town, especially Ezio, my target, the most important man to me right now. I kept low to avoid being detected by his highly trained, overly cautious, assassin eyes. He was so observant it was like he was a hawk or something. It made him an even more important target. He needed to be taken out, soon. Even in the nighttime camouflage there was still the moon, stars, waters reflection, and the dim streetlights that could give my position away at anytime if he only decided to take a look around him.

Why wasn't he looking around anyway? He's smarter than that I knew for a fact. He must be used to being hunted, but that should only make him more wary. Or did he think he was a juggernaut who could deal with anyone who tried to off him? Maybe he just thought he'd be safe tonight. He probably thought he didn't have many enemies, so he wasn't being as observant. I went with the latter because I didn't want to think about me vs. the first one. Well if he thinks he didn't have many enemies, he thought wrong, oh so wrong. Who would have thought his new apprentice would already be trying to kill him? Hopefully not him.

I almost slipped up and laughed at my thoughts. I cursed at myself in my head for being so careless. I could've given away my position with something so silly as killing my teacher. My thoughts shifted from bubbly to concern. Why was I finding it funny to kill Ezio? It had to be something to the tune of wiping that smug, flirtatious, grin off his face. I settled on that and turned my attention to the man walking casually on the ground quite a few feet below me. I could just jump him right now, it'd be so easy, I could get this over with in mere seconds.

Concentrate. Observe. Reasons. Plan. Jump.

Concentrate. I lost all the thoughts that weren't Ezio related. Then I threw out a few more that weren't him dying related. My target was still just below me, taunting me with his closeness, I could literally smell his cologne from up here.

Observe. He was walking down a narrow ally in between some apartment buildings. There was one person in front of him many feet, but after a few seconds, he turned to a door, fumbling with a ring of keys, huffing whenever the key was incorrect. Ezio practically had to press to the building wall so he wouldn't bump into the man... He was now alone. Good. Next.

Reasons? I hate him, he should never had interfered with my life. I was doing just fine on my own, I didn't need anyone in my life. I only get hurt when I'm in contact with other people. I only hurt other people. I didn't want someone in my life, especially not this annoyingly persuasive assassin. I hated him so much in that moment, my actions would seem justified.

Plan. If I sprinted a little ways and jumped I could end him swiftly, if I could remain balanced on the uneven roofs that is. It would only hinder me if I fell flat on my face. I'd also have to look out for the various clothes lines drying an assortment of things I couldn't quite make out in the moonlight. If I got tangled up in one of those it would also do me no good. All I had to do was land on his back and use the knife to slash his neck.

Jump. I thought it over, I thought I was ready. I gripped my knife in my right hand, feeling the splinters borrowing further in my hand. I didn't feel them anymore. Letting out a deep sigh I started running and I jumped.

I landed on him, that I was sure. But that did nothing if I couldn't move the knife anywhere near his vitals.

He pushed me off with incredible ease, somehow gaining control of my knife in the process. Ezio pushed me into the cobblestone ally, knife hovering over my throat instead. I looked deep into his eyes, they looked amused, mischievous, and breathtaking.

"What do you think you are doing Miss. Rosabella?" He chuckled, releasing the wrists he was holding hostage above my head, to brush a strand of hair that had fallen on my nose. At the slight freedom, my wrists moved to stretch and his hand was back on them, slamming them down harder than before. I had to admit I liked the position I was in. I quickly shook that one out of my mind.

I struggled to catch my breath between the knife at my throat and the fact that he slammed me, a lady, down of the ground so harshly. He was obviously a ladies man but he definitely didn't treat me like a lady, I was treated as an assassin.

"Trying to kill you?" I asked in between my gasps for breath like it should be obvious, which it was.\

He smiled and took his time getting the knife away from my jugular and onto his own feet. He extended his had down to help me up. I reached up to grab his long, thin finger. He pulled me up with the same ease he demonstrated when he was pushing me down.

"Thanks," I muttered as he pressed the knife into my abused hands.

He flashed me a smile for a split second before his expression went serious.

"You didn't have enough planning behind your attack, you tripped slightly when you took off, and your knife wasn't ready to hit its target when you where in the air, you were going to wait until you hit your target? Bad move. It put you in a weaker position, and you ended up in the position you were in. Your fate would be left to your attacker, and if you are trying to kill them, they are probably people who wouldn't be above taking advantage of a lady like you," he raised my chin to make me look him in the eye when he said the last part.

I shuddered against the thought and the nighttime wind.

"Come on I can see you're cold. Let's get you to the house and you can meet the family," he paused before adding, "I'll race you!"

He took off without warning leaving me completely shocked. After everything that just happened he still wants to play games.

"Alright Rosabella, I want to play a game before we get to the house, a way for me to test your skills. Okay?" He turned to me a few blocks away from my house with mischievous eyes.

"Uh sure. But what?" I didn't like where this was going, I could tell by the look in his eyes it wasn't going to be fun.

"I am going to be your target, just find me and try to assassinate me. Simple," he looked calm, even with what he was asking me to do. He thought I'd have no talent and wouldn't be able to, well he was probably right.

"But what-"

"Just remember, concentrate, think of only your target. Observe. Don't try anything in a less than advantageous area. Reasons. This is your time to solidify your actions against that person, think of some creative ones for me, I mean I know its hard to have ill feeling tword me, but try your best. Plan. Think of how you'll pull it off and any back up plans you think would help. Lastly, jump."

"But why-"

"Because I've always wanted a pretty girl to chase me down. It's always me doing the chasing and I'm bored," he was so melodramatic but serious at the same time.

"Okay I guess-"

"Alright, try to catch me!" He cut me off again before running down the street.

"You're such a child!" I called after him.

I sighed and climbed on the rooftops. What else could I do?

I watched him run down the ally after I just tried to kill him, after he had pinned me down, after all that, he still wasn't done.

"You're such a child! Still!" I called after him for the second time that day and followed him. I still had no choice but to trust Ezio. But I didn't trust him completely yet.

Yet.

Warnings.

1. I procrastonate a lot, so sometimes I don't want to write. ):

2. Finals are coming up so I won't update as often.

3. This will be changed to M later, because I know I hate when there isn't sexy stuff in an M rated fic. I wont be changing it to M JUST because of strong language. *wink wink nudge nudge*

4. I still don't own Assassins Creed. ):

~Kat