Hey there people! Sorry for taking forever to update, college keeps me busy -3- ... Anyway, here's chapter three of the 'Misadventures of Connor!' Uh...I mean! Assassin guy, yeah...that was it...

Problems don't come alone

It was hard to believe. Not once in your lifetime had you expected some old man to appear and make you sell your house, just like that. You doubted about your sanity for actually listening to Achilles, and for actually selling your house.

A silent sigh left your lips while you followed Connor around the crowded city. Yes, you just sold your house. In reality, you were not planning in staying long at Boston, it was a good place to live, but it was just…not your type. You bumped into Connor, not noticing he had stopped. "Sorry,"

"It's okay," He mumbled. He turned to you. "I… have somewhere to go. Do you think you can go home without me?"

The only word your ears caught was home. Not even two days ago that you know the man, and he was already stating that the homestead was your home. It sure made you feel better.

"Uh… [Name]?" Connor asked, for you had just smiled at him, not answered.

"Yeah, I can go back alone, don't worry,"

He nodded, with a wave he left you there.

"Look who's here!" You turned around to meet Johan.

"Hey!" He hugged you.

"So, [Name]…Boss has been asking for you, where the hell have you been, woman?" He knew you were not the type to leave your duties like that.

"I… I'm going to resign," You admitted. You already had a new job, why keep the other? Though you'd consider it twice if you didn't have enough money, fortunately, your family was wealthy.

"Really?" You pouted mentally at the saddened tone of your friend.

"Johan, I'm sorry, I should've told you before," You apologized. "But… I promise I'll visit you!" Lame excuse, but that will do.

"Hopefully, you will." He sighed. "Do you want me to accompany you to the bar? I mean…if you are really going to resign…"

You nodded at him. "I'd like that, yes. Thanks!"

As he promised, Johan went with you to the bar. You expected colorful words, insults, harsh remarks, but your boss only told you that it was okay, and that he was going to fire you anyway. Jerk.

Once out of the establishment, you parted ways with Johan. You cursed your ex-employer under your breath while you walked down the hefty street. Oh, you forgot…Shopping day, that's why the streets were so full of people. It was irritating. You quickened your pace, you wanted to leave the city as soon as possible.

"Finally, frontier!" You exclaimed. In your glee, you did not notice some guards stalking you.

"Miss," You turned around to meet a guard, for some unknown reason to you, he was glaring at you.

"Yes…?"

"Do you know this man?" He took out from another guard a poster with the photography of Connor.

"Uh…" You knew that the WANTED bold words meant nothing good, so for the sake of your friend, and yours, you denied. "No,"

"You were seen with him earlier," The guard pressed.

"You're mistaking me for someone else,"

"Miss, you're under arrest for complicity and concealment with this man." The guard signaled you, and then the picture of Connor.

Your jaw dropped. "U-under arrest?! You can't do that- Hey!" You exclaimed when the guards started to tie both your hands. "W-what are you doing?! I'm innocent!"

The guard smirked. "Oh, no. You're not, Miss. Once of our reliable sources said you were with that man,"

You glared at him. "What are you talking about?!" Just who the hell betrayed you?

Your eyes widened when you saw Alex, your ex-boss. "Oh, so they found you,"

You gaped at him. "What…why did you…?"

"Take her away!" Alex shouted. The guards nodded and started to guide you towards the cart, your transport to jail.

You tried to cross your arms, but with your hands tied it was impossible. "I hope you die,"

One of the guards snorted. "Please, you'll die first."

Halfway through the jail, the cart stopped suddenly. The guard that was inside the cart with you rolled his eyes. "Now what?"

He opened the door and you had to close your eyes when a tomahawk made contact with his skull, killing him instantly.

"Are you alright?" You heard the hushed voice of Connor.

"Y-yeah," You smiled at him. He helped you out of the car, and cut the rope tying your hands with one of his hidden blades.

"Let's go,"

He took your hand and started to run towards the frontier. You noticed that all the guards were unconscious, or dead.

You made it to the frontier without being seen. "Uh, thanks for saving me…again."

Connor turned to you. "What did they want?"

You shrugged. "Arrest me?"

Connor shook his head. "Why were they taking you prisoner?"

You blinked at him. "Uh…they know I know you…"

Connor narrowed his eyes. "Who?"

"My ex-boss, Alex. I think he saw me with you, so he told the guards,"

"I see," You haven't noticed he still had your hand in his, though he did. He blushed and awkwardly let go of your hand. "Uh…Sorry."

"I-it's okay!" You assured.

"Let's go home," He said. You nodded and started to follow him.

You had to hide in various occasion while walking towards the homestead, but besides that, the way home was…tranquil.

Connor opened the door and let you in before entering himself.

"How was Boston?" Achilles, who was sitting down in a couch asked you.

"Great," You mused, sarcasm present in your tone.

"[Name] was almost arrested," Connor elaborated sitting down besides Achilles.

"Almost?"

"Yeah, I got to her before they arrived at the prison." He explained.

"And why did they want to arrest you?" Achilles questioned.

You shrugged. "Alex, my stupid ex-employer, told them that I knew Connor, and, for some reason, the guards want to arrest him," You pointed at the young Assassin.

"By the way," Achilles said. "Your things are going to be delivered within a week,"

"Oh, thank you."

"Myriam said she wanted to see me," Connor said. "I'll see you two later,"

No more words and Connor was out of sight.

"Hey, come with me." Achilles stood up. With his hands, he motioned for you to follow him, which you did.

He walked towards a wall lamp. He pulled from it, and you watched amazed as a hidden door opened.

"W-what the…?"

"Follow me," Achilles started to walk downstairs.

Your eyes widened at the sight of the basement, or what looked like a training room. "Wow,"

"Your father and I trained here uncountable times," Achilles whispered, you could clearly see the nostalgia in his eyes. "He was very good with the bow,"

You nodded. You did know he was good; he was your father after all. "Yeah…he was an excellent hunter too,"

Achilles smiled. "Yes… But not all friendships are eternal…" His smile disappeared.

You really wanted to ask him why he and your father stopped seeing each other, but you couldn't find the proper way to ask. "I see,"

"He…was very stubborn, but he didn't count with someone even more stubborn than him…"

Well, that was certainly true. Maybe it was hereditary, you were very stubborn yourself. "I can relate. Once something was on his head, he wouldn't stop until he had finished with whatever was on his mind."

"Truth be told, he saved me far than once thanks to his stubbornness."

You chuckled at this. "Really?"

"Yes, really," Achilles laughed too. "I want you to have this," He lifted his hand, showing you some kind of necklace. "It was made of wolf fangs," He said. "Connor has a similar collar."

You took the necklace from Achilles and put it, if fitted perfectly around your neck. "Thanks! I love it!" You could care less what other people said. It didn't matter if it was not feminine to use such a strange necklace; you were never taking it off. –Especially since Connor's collar looked like yours-

It was night, and much to your dismay, you were preparing dinner. Myriam was the one who usually did it, but she had gone hunting with Connor. Pair of jerks. You mumbled atrocities as you cut some vegetables. "I'm not a cook!"

"But the apron looks good on you,"

You almost dropped all the appliances that were on your hands when you heard Connor. "W-w-what are you doing here?!"

"I live here," He shrugged lying over the door frame casually and crossing his arms.

You snorted and looked indignantly at him. You noticed that he was wearing his hood down. You had to admit it. He looked good, really good. "S-so," You tried to stop your mind from undressing Connor.

"Do you want me to help you?" He asked approaching you.

His mere presence turned you into a nervous wreck, it was worst when he was just inches apart from you. "Uh…You can help me wash the rest of the vegetables."

He nodded and started with his labor. "Nice necklace, by the way."

You nodded looking down, trying to hide the dark red blush that now covered both your cheeks. "T-thanks, yours not bad either." You were truly amazed he noticed that. He was really observant.

Silence filled the kitchen, though it was not uncomfortable. You quite liked it.

"Alright, I finished," Connor announced pointing the clean vegetables.

"Thanks," You said.

"Anything else?"

"Oh, no. Thank you." You smiled at him. He nodded and left the kitchen. You sighed. Well…at least he was talking to you more…