Wandering around kitchen is always welcomed activity. While trying not to sneeze in the smell of everything, my eagerness to find something good to eat was almost too hard . I felt hungry as a starving wolf and eyed the shelves to find something that wouldn't be just a single ingredient in a jar – it felt like an impossible task and got me real frustrated. I mean are these guys living like with...argh, seriously I mean are they eating food with spices or spices with food?! Or just the spices? Does even the Eagle Vision work if you have to find a loaf of bread and maybe possibly some delicious pork? Can I just see the food glowing gold and be like oh there you are my sweetie! Maybe Ezio could do that since he had an awesome Sense…wait would that mean he'd find out if I secretly bust his apple, meaning the actual fruit there don't get too excited.

Without testing this developing theory I finally yelled out before I'd start throwing things around.

"Adile please! Is there something to eat here or is Ezio punishing me and hid all the food in the house!?" I snarled and pouting leaned on the table. A turkish woman around of thirty years came across with a pot of boiling water and landed it on the nearest wooden table. She had a pretty chocolate brown hair and eyes while being dressed on a colorful orange skirt and tunic. Adile wasn't an assassin like the rest of us, but she shared our thoughts and took some liberties with the clothing of women here. Actually she pretty much kept us going on since she took care of the kitchen work which was much appreciated by everyone without lying – always so sweet, cheery and ready to help in any way.

The woman reminded me somehow of Annetta. They both had this kind of a passion to their work and a matching loyalty to our order, though Adile seemed to be less a servant like. Suddenly it made me wonder what became of the Auditore's last handmaid. Is she still alive somewhere or dead? I would not know, didn't remember either.

"That's silly, of course not! If you would just look closer Rena you would notice that I made you special breakfast today" Adile giggled and waved her hand towards the smallest table in the corner. "Had a tough night yesterday? I knew you wouldn't wake before the sun is high so I prepared for that one" she continued and started chopping some vegetables. I ruffled my hair making a stupid mess of it, of course more than it was already.

"Why, you know me that well already? Hm, have to stop being so obvious... fine, you wouldn't dare to ask about toughness. It was a he…-" Sudden burst of a loud voice interrupted me.

"No swearing in my kitchen!"

Apologetic chuckle escaped my mouth when I was pointed with a kitchen knife to the face and greeted with a firm tone after that. We had this kind of a warm friendship already, but still shared a different views about things. I guess I've been too much with guys and finally got too guyish after all plus well as you know you really don't have to watch your tongue with friends in the twentyfirst century. "Sorry, I forgot. It was tough though. Now where's the food! I can tell Templars are soon going to track us in here by just following the horrible dying screams of my stomach!" Basically drooling over the warm mixture of bread, cheese and herbs I ran to the plate and while taking the first bite out I grabbed my milk mug to the other hand.

"Mind if I take these with me? Going to check – I mean find out there who's already around this morning"

"Evet, just go! It is not even morning anymore and choking in my food is also absolutely forbidden, so take that loaf out of your mouth and chew your food as normal person!" Adile spoke sounding like my mother with a funny face and turned at me waving her finger. I quitted mushing the bread into my mouth and stared at her with no movement, cheeks looking like ones on the hamster.

"…Buft, ishn't ehverythinhgh phermithhed?"

The woman sighed and gently slapped my back. "You are hopeless" I swallowed my food down and grinned. "See you around friend" and leaving her wonder the expression of my words, I along of that made my way through the corridor and finally in the pillow room. I called it the pillow room, because it was so full of - you never knew – pillows! But in english I am trying to tell you that it's actually a living room. Still sitting on those cushions would've been too messy for me so I sat on the table keeping my plate near and definitely in sight. You never know who's going on with some ridiculous plans to steal it, like Yusuf there standing casually in front of the fire place, where he for sure wasn't three seconds ago. Can he blend with the pillows or something? He actually has so colorful personality that I wouldn't be surprised if he could.

Watching the turkish assassin grinning for my appearance, I kept eating and raised a brow in questionable manner.

"Hello there, kardeş! Rise and shine yet?" Yusuf stepped closer and played with his dagger along the way by tossing it around. I drank some milk before answering to him. Soon something caught my attention to that, that I was wearing my simple wool night outfit, just a natural white tunic and loose pants alongside of made up socks. Very neutral and plain without any of my weapons or other strap stuff. "Do I look like I'm shining to you? You wouldn't even believe the night we had!" I huffed rolling my eyes and then the silence fell. I realized my words just as I saw Yusuf's face clearing into a more delightful expression. Mine wasn't that much enlightened after we got ourselves to the right wave length.

"Oh no, no, no – I mean we...no- not we...I meant the…shit! OH NO erase that smile of yours I did NO such a…god damn I hate you Tazim! You dirty thing!" The man just laughed. "Judging by your dress code I'd say…"

"You say none of it! And I say go hang your balls!"

"What is going on with that messy hair? Wait you have a bruise on your cheek, my goodness I couldn't possibly know you were fond of that kind of things…"

I grabbed his shirt front and stared right into his soul. At least I tried. "Hey excuse me mister…-" my starting words of lecture faded away when I fast reacted to something weird and laid my eyes near my side where Yusuf was pointing that sharpie of his. I sighed. "Seriously, what's with the people?! Why are everyone always pointing at me with something? This is like the fifth time already" complaining about that fact, I shoved the thing away and he put it back on his belt chuckling. "Well, I'd say that depends on what are they pointing with! Something to do with that cheek of yours?...and as much as I like to being dragged around, I'm reminding that you are still hanging on my clothes"

Suddenly I watched my hands and for once, well he was right. In the matter of fact our position was still the same - maybe too much close up if you're asking me and I slowly backed up from the situation. Sooo…that wasn't awkward. At all. Coughed into my fist. "Yeaa, sorry 'bout that…"

"Mesele degil (Not a problem)"

"And I could say that it has something to do with it, kind of. Stuff didn't go as well as I would have liked to…" my thoughts gathered around Vali for a moment and Yusuf seemed to notice the changed expression on my face. He looked straight at me slightly worried. "What happened? Something bad?" I hesitated for a moment trying to decide what to say. I wasn't ready to tell him now, not yet but a reason to that was unclear. I wanted this to go in some kind of order. "I will tell you but later on… first need to find Ezio, since he should be the first one to know. Haven't quite….figured it out" Surprisingly Yusuf just nodded, but his eyes didn't leave me and I knew he knew that this wasn't the whole truth. Still he didn't press me which was relieving, but soon he switched back to the ordinary himself as usual.

"Ne için (What for), am I not good enough or why?" I play punched him to the gut for this one.

"No idiot! Of course not, it's not that, you're awesome"

"Much appreciated. Thank you…So Rena, tell me. What is this thing going on with you and our beloved Mentor? Especially with you. How is it that in the one critically busy day with Templars an assassin with skills and Ivory colored renaissance outfit just happens to drop in our headquarters? You two seem to be close, but I don't recall him ever saying a word about you before your sudden appearance. Besides…you seem to be pretty young to be in a rank of a master"

I blinked twice not even realizing that he pronounced my name right, when Yusuf started to get comfortable and sat beside me though on the bench waiting for some kind of answer. I laid my hands on to my lap and stared at the floor clearly a little confused over the questions that I hadn't expected at all. Oh no, why now? Of course I may have known that someone would eventually start asking things about me but didn't really prepare for it. Ezio was the only one here who really knew about my real origins and where do I come from, but it took a while for even him to understand…or believe. I didn't want to lie to Yusuf. He was worth of the respect of everyone here and I considered him a friend and I do not lie to friends, but how could I just explain that I'm traveling in time? That technically I 'am born somewhere far in the future, that I have already altered my real age? Wow, life is strange isn't it.

"I…well...It's…it's complicated"

"And you aren't from İtalya neither, that is for sure. Nor here – you have a strange accent. So where do you exactly come from? And please don't take this as an interrogation – I only want to know you better" Raising my gaze to the man I showed him a slightly troubled face.

"Yusuf, I really wish I could tell you. I am not keeping things on a purpose…I mean that…the truth is much more complicated than you could even think of. Me and Ezio...we have known each other for a very long time, aah longer that could normally be possible. I…should be older" I was shaking my head to the man who raised his brows while listening to me. He didn't understand what I meant at all. "You would think I'm crazy or wouldn't believe if I told you the…whole thing. I can just say that I come from very far, in every possible way that is…"

"Try me" Yusuf said firmly in the warm silence of the empty room obviously trying to convince me, but I only lowered my head and glanced towards his gleaming blue eyes. I saw this kind of curiosity in them, but couldn't blame him for that. Soon after when I remained quiet, I saw him giving up and waving the topic away with a small sigh.

"It is okay then. You don't need to...but I still have to say, you are one big mystery to us" Assassin's voice was once again filled with friendly tone even if I could guess that this wouldn't be the last time I'd have to avoid questions. This man wasn't the one to give up that easily on the things he was interested in, but he had his ways to make everyone smile. Somewhere in my mind I would still think about telling him sometime so I carefully smiled back to the leader.

"Yes, if by us you are referring to yourself!"

Yusuf was just giving me strongly amused glares and I was feeling completely funny again. "However you may read it! Are you still up to that race? I think I could spare a moment for that one if you will. Maybe you could even learn more about the streets of our amazing Konstantiniyye"

I stood up alongside of him and my grin widened with a nod. "Of course. At least I can get my chance to whack you up! But you have to wait a moment I'm not coming out looking like this, so don't you dare to move a muscle while I'm changing out of these rags"

"Wouldn't dream of it. Go then sleepy girl, haven't got all day!" and the next thing that happened was me throwing him with a nearest pillow for calling me sleepy. As you would guess it didn't even hit and I got myself loud whines about damaging his precious pillows, so while Yusuf took a position next to the wall arms crossed I traveled up to my room where I was keeping the murder outfit when not using it. It was basically like only the nights I was sleeping here and though I would have something more important things to do than just parkour along the big city (like we even would do anything else, so maybe I'm not too distracted?) I still decided that Vali's case could wait a couple more minutes.

No harm done there.

Hey again dudes! :D I have been noticing the increased amount of readers and what's still intresting is that the biggest amount of you are STILL coming from Finland. Wow guys you just keep finding me, do you? Any personal stalkers there? Nope? Okay lets put a stop in this thingy.

SOO didn't have anything special to say other than that If you are by any chance liking this thing feel free to throw a comment. Decided to do a little "special" time there with Yusuf, we haven't got much of him yet. ;33 a little shortie this time but I will continue this eventually.