A One-Shot to get you through the break.

UNEDITED!

Trouble

"I don't like this idea." Cien said, leaning in close to my ear before scrunching up her nose in disgust.

"This is a fabulous idea." Amelia was crouched next to me with a maniac grin spread across her face.

I nodded and agreed with her, "Look on the bright side, Cien: you might be able to see Kinja… with less clothes on than usual."

Even in the dark I could see her face turn bright red as I gave her a perverted smile. I rolled my eyes and slapped her slightly, "Besides, this is so Amelia can see her lover boy." Amelia's smile was still on her face as she crept forward.

"Are you sure Altaïr isn't going to catch us?" Cien crept over to my other shoulder and glanced around nervously.

I rolled my eyes slightly, "Yes, Cien. He's on a mission with Malik, remember?"

"I know, but-"

I cut Cien off, "No buts… well, maybe some when we get to the men's area-"

Amelia made a choking noise in attempt to hold in her laughter. "Okay, focus. We need to review the plan in case we get split up."

"I'm going towards the river, per usual."

There was a scoff from Cien before she spoke, "I'll bolt towards the gardens."

"And I'm heading towards the women's chambers." Amelia said with a reassuring nod, though it was mostly for herself.

They both started moving forward silently before I caught both of their shoulder, "Remember: if we get caught, don't rat each other out like whiny bitches. Got it?" I raised an eyebrow specifically at Cien, who had a habit of coughing up information easily.

She locked her jaw and nodded in determination."Let's do this."

We crept through the small alleyway that led to the men's cleaning chambers. No woman was supposed to be there, but hey… a girl's got to do something to get rid of her boredom, and this seemed like a good way to pass time. All of the fully fledged Assassins were out running around, leaving only time for the perfect aged Assassins for spying on. It was absolutely perfect.

The air got more humid and we slipped slightly on the slick tiles near the chambers. Amelia and I met eyes again; her eyes flashed with mischief. It wasn't a look I'd seen on her very often.

We crouched behind a large fountain and got as comfortable as we could. I wasn't particularly excited to see Raan, my best friend, in the nude, but damn there were some fine boys lounging around.

"My virgin eyes1" Cien's eyes were taking in everything in front of her.

"You're going to thank me for this idea… eventually." I said in a low voice; it would be awful if we got caught.

A boy from one of the other bases, who was here on a mission, stripped his towel off without even flinching and tossed it carelessly towards us.

"This is pretty damn great." Amelia leaned back slightly and smirked.

I raised my eyebrows, "Yeah… it's okay."

"Only okay?" Cien's eyes were wide.

Amelia answered for me, "Well, when you have a guy like Altaïr waiting on your every move…"

"Shut up!" I hissed at them.

"Are you sure this isn't considered cheating on him?" Cien looked worried.

"Positive. I mean, we're not even together. We kissed once or twice then he chose his whores and I've got this, which let me tell you, isn't all that bad."

We all turned back to look at all the muscled bodies before us. Another set of footsteps came from one of the entrances on the other side of the yard.

Amelia pitched herself forward and squinted, "Is that? Oh God, we need to go!"

"Malik!" Cien turned on her heel.

"Oh shit." I cursed under my breath.

We started scrambling backwards without tripping over ourselves. More footsteps were coming from the alleyway we used to escape. All three of us looked over our shoulders for another exit, just in time to catch an eyeful of Malik in his full glory.

We all gagged for a moment before getting ready to bolt.

"On three." Amelia said in a small voice.

"One." I went to the balls of my feet.

"Two." My muscles froze.

"Girls!" Malik's voice called over the area. I froze for a minute. So. Close. I closed my eyes before Amelia shrieked.

"Fuck this! Run!" Each of us split in different directions. It was only then that I realized that my choice of a hiding place (the river), required me to run through the bathing area. I'd be damned if that was going to stop me though.

Some of the guys looked amused, some just sunk into the water. Others grabbed their towels. Either way, none made any moves to stop me as I dashed through the bathing area. It was more difficult than it looked because the tile was slick and my bare feet couldn't get a grip.

Malik, unfortunately, had decided to target me as his victim. I slid through a puddle and managed to scrape by him into the exit before taking off. I was laughing my ass of as adrenaline pumped through my veins and the somewhat warm wind dried the humidity from the water. I felt my heart go light as I turned and twisted my way through the streets.

It was a couple minutes later when I decided to check over my shoulder; something that most Assassins were trained not to do. Malik wasn't there.

I laughed again and slowed down to a walk after a couple steps. The stars were coming out and I hadn't felt so alive in a while. A shadow made me look up and I felt my face pale: I'd stopped too early, Malik was still trailing me.

Without a second thought, I started sprinting again; this time with more conviction then just enjoying the run. When the shadow pulled alongside me on the rooftops, I veered right, hoping to get out of range for being tackled. However, the shadow didn't do anything more than stay parallel to me. Everything clicked: it was Altaïr.

Damn. That was even worse. Especially is Malik already told him what went down: He'd go nuts.

I raced through the streets and used every trick in my inventory of tricks to avoiding people. Finally, an open window lay in front of me. Without a second of hesitation, I dove through it, jumped over a desk, and out onto another street before ducking into an alleyway and making my way towards the old bridge in the shadows. It took a tedious amount of time to get there; by I managed to slip into the darkness of the riverbank, my muscles were screaming from exhaustion.

The sand was cool, but the wind still felt warm. I stuck my feet into the banks and squished the mud through my toes: it felt weird, but it was relaxing. Everything was peaceful and I dozed off for a couple minutes. That was until, at least, a large object collided with me and we both tumbled into the river.

I threw an elbow into Altaïr's side and splashed water into his face.

"You know," he pinned me down in the shallows, where the only part of me that wasn't submersed was my head, which I had to crane up to keep somewhat dry, "if you wanted to see some more flesh, all you need to do is ask."

I picked my tone carefully, "Why? Jealous?"

"Mmm, very." His lips met mine and I felt the rough skin of his scar rub slightly up my nose.

"I'm sorry." I put a –hopefully- innocent pout on my face. I probably looked like a demented puppy more than anything though.

"No you're not." He kissed my neck slightly and a chill ran up my spine – though it was probably the river.

"You're right." He stopped kissing me suddenly and dunked my head under water for a moment. It was shockingly cold. I spit the vile water out of my mouth. "What the hell was that for?"

He didn't reply, but went straight for my neck with his lips.

"Hey- hey! That's going to mark! If you-" My head was dipped under water again suddenly. My hair hung in my eyes. This time though, I managed to get a breath in. "What the hell are you trying to do? Drown me?"

He grumbled slightly and went back towards his advances; a heavy arm wrapped around my waist.

"You think this is so fucking funny, don't you?" I was trying to contain my laughter, because it kinda was. "Well it's not! Get off of me you-"

Again, my head went under water. This time his hand mashed into my face and kept my head down for a couple seconds longer.

"When they teach us Chinese water torture, this isn't-" My head went under water again.

I came back up and opened my mouth to make another witty comment, but snapped it shut and decided to glare at Altaïr, who looked extremely amused with the turn of events.

I raised an eyebrow at him.

"You talk too much." He answered my silent question.

I managed to grasp the top of his cloak and shove him into the water. "You ass!"

I'm not sure how long we stayed like that, wrestling around in the banks, but we both ended up getting sick from the water the next day.

It was all Altaïr's fault.

Even though I was the one who went to the beach first.

But he's still in trouble.

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Anybody willing to draw Anima or create another one-shot of them?