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THIS STORY WILL PROBABLY NOT BE AN OC PAIRING ANYMORE ANNNDDD...

Guys, Tiffany may be very different now, just a warning. People slapped sense into me. I realize that she is a Mary Sue. So Thank you, and i will fix her so she is more suited to her backround,...I'm sorry for letting you guys down...Tiffany will show more of her Vietnamese roots as well.

This chapt is super confusing...so PM me if you need a summary...lol...anyways. less M.S. more OC. :L I'm sorry i could not give you any colours on her assassin uniform, I haven't decided colour schemes. XD

Yeah, Tiff has got a pretty jacked up family right? XD just read the chapter, leave a review thank you!

I blinked in confusion at the wide grin on my grandfather's face. I looked back at Washington who was politely looking away like the polite man he was, but Connor just looked at me and shrugged. I turned around and nearly cried out when I was pulled into a warm hug, the barely familiar touch was warm and unusual. It was strange…the feeling of being embraced. I resisted the urge and instinct to shove my own grandfather away.

"You have grown so much, granddaughter." He chuckled in our native tongue. "I have not seen you in so long!" His voice was thick and hazy with a strong accent. But it was the closest thing to home. I collected all my thoughts on the forgotten language.

"Is it really…you…?" I breathe cautiously, replying in a rusty Vietnamese. I see the look of confusion on his face.

"What do you mean? Do you not recognize me?" He replied alarmed.

"I just can't believe it…you actually found me… after years and years I finally see you once again, I thought you forgot about me! Why are you here, so far away from home? Who are these people?"

"I will answer those questions later, my eldest granddaughter. Now we are together, and now it is time you finally receive the birthright your father has kept from you all this time."

He ordered the other hooded men to bring a package inside, Connor watched anxiously. Probably because he realized he shouldn't have started conversations with a person who he had to turn in.

"What birthright?" I whimpered half-heartedly, I couldn't care less about whatever he was talking about; I only wanted to go home with him. But then again, I was curious because my family lived a good life, though they weren't royalty, even I knew that I was born to be a fisher like everybody in my family, what birthright could I probably have? The hooded men came back inside with a wrapped up box, flat and wide. My grandfather held the flat box in his hands and told me to open it. I sighed, undoing the little brown rope around it and lifting the lid, thinking about home, and my family, and the sun. I gasped in surprise as the lid came off, and my heart wanted to burst. Another hood, identical to Connor's with a white robe and delicate sash with, again, the sharp triangle insignia fixed right onto the sash. My head started to hurt when I saw the familiar fabric of the traditional ao dai, with golden oriental circles decorating the dress. I noticed it was shorter than usual. Around the sleeve of the white robe there was a coil of rope wrapped there, and on the shoulders, epaulettes. I thought only people of high-rank wore those…I looked away from the weird items.

"Tell me what's going on…" I murmured replacing the lid of the box of clothes, and peering at my grandfather alarmed. When grandfather visited us back in Vietnam, he always brought gifts whether it is sun-dried mangos or a new fishing net, it was never something as alien as the clothes he presented me. With a simple wave of his hand the men in the room all left, I was amazed that they listened to such a simple ordinary man like my grandfather. Connor had already gone. So had Washington. I was guessing this was the best and worst moment of my life. Re-uniting with my family was the only thing I ever wanted, and now all I have. But being turned in for attempted assassination. Wasn't really my plan. I gazed out the door, suddenly feeling like I'd have to leave my family once again. Another tight hug startled me again.

"You look just like your father, Uyenthy." He said warmly.

"You have not seen me in almost 10 years…is that all you are going to say?" I forced a weak, dying laugh.

"I have missed you so much, and have thought of you every single day! I am at a loss for words!" He replied rather loudly. I sensed happy tears in his voice and smiled, my insides dying to explode. I finally remembered what happiness was.

"This may be too good to be true…! I can't wait to go home…and see mother and father…and see my brothers. Have they been good to you?"

"Bao and Hau should be fine. I'm not sure about your mother or your father. " My grandfather soothed, still locking me in the tight embrace.

"What…? Do you not know?" I pulled out of his hug.

"I've been on this land even before you arrived. I have not been home either." My grandfather replied with his arms outstretched.

"What?" I shouted alerted. "What do you mean you were on this horrid land before I was dragged here? Tell me everything! Explain to me! If you were here earlier how come you did not come for me? How come I waited years hoping I'd see my family's face again when my ông nội was here all along!"

"Calm yourself." He snapped.

"I can't…I'm confused…why did you give me those clothes…?" I panted.

"Ah…that…take me seriously when I saw this, Uyenthy…You…you're…ever since you were born…you were to be an assassin. That is why you are here."

"I demand you tell me everything, I am NOT one of these so called assassins. Even if I was I don't understand why I'm here…"

"Would you believe me if I told you why you were here and why you are one of us?"

"No…but I want you tell me everything."

"Not only do you look like your father…but you are so much like him to…you are an assassin, because your father is one. He is an assassin, because I am one."

"You…? Are…a killer…?"

"Your father is my only child, so I must pass down this career to him, and since you are his first born child, you must accept this as well. When I told your father back home he must train to master the art of assassination…"

"My FATHER is a KILLER?"

"No, that is why he declined his line of work. And our family name, MY name, in the assassins will be lost. So when he refused, I was outraged. And to carry on our family name, I had no other choice. But. You. Your brothers were not born at the time, so I thought you were OUR only hope…and when they were born I was happy to have grandsons, but considering how your parents reacted when I told the novices to bring you over to the colonies, I did not bring Bao and Hau over…"

"…What did you just say…? You…you…ordered, whatever a novice is, to bring me…here?"

"It was the only way for you to accept your rank in the brotherhood."

"You ordered them to bring me here?"

"Do not use that tone with me."

"So it was not because of that…that…monster Pierre…It's because of YOU! Because of you I did not grow up with my family! And because of you I grew up in the hands of a jack-ass who had nothing better to do but get mad and toss around his own soldiers. The reason I grew up learning that retarded French instead of speaking my native tongue, and the reason I'm convinced I'm unwanted…just because you want me to carry on a family name…and the family's honor…?"

"Your father was a weak man! Hundreds of years of tradition in the assassin's brotherhood, and your father was the weak link in the chain! I brought you, to restore our honor, be a hero, and carry on the tradition that lasted dynasties until your father refused to become one of us."

I forced myself to say it.

"…You are lucky you are not the reason I lost Jacque!"

My grandfather naturally did not understand, but I didn't care. Dry, little tears finally formed in my eyes again. I was beyond tears when Jacque gave up his own life just so I could find out I would not go home even when I found my family. I guess the tears caught up to me. But I didn't want to cry anymore, I was tired of crying and tired of being weak…

"I'm going home." I said faintly, wiping away burning eyes with my sleeve.

"There is no way to get home. You must stay with me…"

"Why? You are only an old assassin, and I am no one, what will others think you bring me to your lousy killer camp…?"

"I am the head of the Vietnamese Assassin. And you are my granddaughter, which means you are of some importance, they will understand."

"If I was supposed to be in the colonies, how come nobody told me I was born into an ancestry of murderers?"

"The conflicts…lasted years…I couldn't get to you, or even find you at first…and that man Pierre you speak so rudely of was the only man kind enough to keep you safe."

Pierre couldn't possibly be kind enough to house some stupid girl like me…

"Pierre is only a soldier, why would he care about me?"

"Pierre is an assassin, more importantly; he is also second in command of the French Assassins."

So much information at once…at home my own grandfather, told his men to bring me here, where he got into a situation and Pierre took care of me…only for me to find out I had a killer's blood in me. So what would happen if I just killed myself right here…? And ended this bad dream.

"I am only a slave to them; I work for them so they can care for me. They brought me on a slave ship!" I protested.

My grandfather shook his head in disapproval.

"How can you be so dramatic? You were not the only person on the ship, granddaughter. How can you see only yourself? Each man and woman there were children of the elder assassins here, who were to retire. And you seem to be worried about only yourself. You are not a slave, little over-reacting one. Why would they send a whole ship for one little girl? That ship was there for all of the future assassins to take the place of their aunts, uncles, grandparents, and parents."

"I was 7 years old. I was traumatized, because you sent people to KIDNAP me and-."

"-Xin lôi … do not mean to interrupt, but, the Patriots…request your presence…" A pale Vietnamese man peered timidly into the tent. "Both you and your granddaughter, mentor."

Mentor? I looked at the old man I called grandfather, and he held the box in his hands once more. The other assassin crawled away shyly.

"My granddaughter, I know you are un-happy. And I knew you would react this way, but please, put on these clothes for now, and protect the family's reputation once more, the only people who knew we had to force you onto the ship because of your stubborn father, are me and the novices who brought you."

"All of this just to carry on a heritage…? This is pathetic…" I whimpered to myself.

"ông nội, because I don't want to be with Pierre, I'll stay with you. But even when I put on this clothing, please do not call me an assassin. I am not one of you…I don't know who I am…I…this is not where I belong…"

"You will see soon enough…this is where you belong, because you bear the family name of Trang, you are Trang Uyenthy, and you are part of our family. Each person outside who bears this insignia…"

My grandfather dug out the sash in my box of clothes and spread it out, tapping the triangle shape on it several times with a reassuring smile on his whiskered face.

"Everyone who bears this symbol, is your brother, or sister…you were home all along. And I will show you soon…just change, I will deal with the men outside. Just change and come out when you are ready. Alright…?"

He set the box down and rushed outside yammering some things in our native tongue, and I peered outside nervously as my grandfather was escorted to Washington, who had such a sad grim look on his I was afraid I wouldn't be alive, I noticed another female Asian woman, and she made her way my tent, I jump backed nervously, hoping she wouldn't enter, but instead, she turned with her back to the entrance of the tent, almost defensively. Was she…making sure nobody went in because I was changing…? Because my grandfather told her to…? I was amazed at how they listened to him without any doubts or any kind of second thoughts.

I was thrilled to see another woman around, because being surrounded by boys whether they were my brothers or men, like General Washington, was something I never wanted to get used to. I opened up the bow and stroked the hood sitting quietly. I wanted to tear the seams apart; angry at a person of my own family would take me away from, home…but knew, that…I didn't want to hurt my grandfather, by hurting his honor and tearing apart tradition. I was sure that that was the man who brought me gifts when I was young, and told me tales of strong warriors from our homeland while I sat in awe, but when he brought up talk of assassins, I thought it was some silly story he plucked from the clouds.

I took the hood and put it on, annoyed from the shadow it cast around me, drowning the light I want dearly.

I shoved away the tent's flap harshly yearning for daylight when my hand quickly struck a hard, object. I heard a woman yelp in surprise. I gasped, shocked from the sudden impact. Her face was twisted up in a scared way. She fixed up her short bob haircut quickly, looking embarrassed. I saw she wore the robes the so called assassins wear. I forgot there was a woman guarding the tent…I must have hit her!

"Xin lôi!" We both gasped hastily at the same time. I covered up my mouth in shock.

"No, no I'm sorry, I forgot you were there. I'm sorry. I'm sorry!" I blabbered quickly. She had an awkward unsure look on her face. She bowed deeply, the way you were supposed to when you spoke to an elder or person of importance.

"Xin lôi, ma'am. I should have been standing farther away. My apologies, ma'am." She murmured.

"Huh…? What…what are you doing…?" I asked curiously. She quickly bowed.

"Why are you speaking so…formally… to me…?"

"You are the mentor's granddaughter. You are my superior, ma'am."

"I…um…please, speak informally to me…"

"Hm…?"

"Why do you bow so low when you speak to me? Because my grandfather is an important man, doesn't mean I'm worth anything…please…?"

"I…yes, ma'am…I-I mean, yes. I will. Thank you."

I walked away quickly, embarrassed as everybody stared at me as I walked by nervously. Their eyes held doubt. There was a large tree, shading the camp, and under the tree was my grandfather, Washington, and Connor…I was afraid…of what will happen to grandfather, but not worried about what will happen to me.

"You…you…did you really…?" Grandfather stuttered. I looked at the three men; Washington looked in my eyes firmly with a doubtful look on his face. Connor didn't even want to look at me.

"Hear me out...and you will all understand who the real traitor is."

"So Pierre did all of those things…to you and to his men? He really killed all of those men…?" Washington breathed heavily,

"How do we know she isn't lying?" Connors butts in. He actually seems worried; almost hoping my story was true. Either that or I'm the one hoping he believes me.

"I knew a man he murdered. Jacque…he…was…mine. Until he gave up his life to help me run away…"

"IS HE A LOVER…?" My grandfather hissed protectively and alarmed.

"No! No! That's disgusting…I can't…really love anymore. I've forgotten. Jacque always reminded me, but now I have no one left to. He was like my older brother. I'd be dead if he hadn't loved me like a little sister…" I suddenly realize now that I can't say his name anymore without my heart crumbling, and a piece of my sanity melting. I guess that is where the tears all went to hide.

"And this scar…" I dusted off the clothing that covered up my shoulder. And ran a line with my finger that went from the tip of my rounded off shoulder to the edge of my collarbone.

"Was a gift from Pierre. He gave it to me on my birthday just recently. It should heal soon…but…"

"What is it…? Tell me so we can get rid of this man who hurt you!" Grandfather growls.

I finally laugh a little. A real laugh.

"I was worried it would stay there forever because it felt weird and was very unattractive, and Jacque said if it did, he would give Pierre a black eye in return for the ugly scar…ha-ha…Jacque, always made me laugh, I suppose I would have already killed myself if it weren't for him, so I almost don't want it to heal anytime soon."

"That Frenchman is a traitor!" My grandfather burst out, he turned to Washington.

"Please tell me, I believe you. I honestly do. But if you are lying, it will cost you your life…"

"I'm not, sir. I'd never lie about this."

General Washington nodded, and smiled gently, as he guided my grandfather away seemingly discussing some kind of plan. Connor stayed, looking at me, wondering almost.

"I….believe you." He says carefully. I stayed silent, not knowing what to think of him. So we came all of this way for nothing…? I thought it was best if we never ever spoke again. I never wanted to see his face again, and I'm sure he did not want to see me.

"But that doesn't explain why you like to flirt with me the whole ride here." He said, a tiny crooked smile appearing on his face.

"What..? What is flirting…?"

"Stop! You're doing it!" Connor hissed.

"Doing what?" I snarl.

"That! You are definitely flirting!"

"I don't know what flirting is, you stupid dumbass!" I scream…I cover up my mouth impulsively, I'm getting mad easier…and I don't know why. I was so easily irritated by Connor, but…I don't want to be angry.

"Are you serious…? Are you making fun of me…?" I take a deep breath.

"No, I am not. I like making fun of you, because you are bugged easily, but I'm serious." I smile, trying to avoid getting mad.

"How could you not know what flirting is?" He chuckles.

"I didn't know what a stupid little kiss was two days ago so just tell me what flirting is, dammit!" I snap. I bite my tongue.

"You don't know what a kiss is?" Connor states, quite shocked. "Fine, flirting, is making someone…feel…weird, like your teasing them saying or doing some pretty romantic silly stuff because you like them. If I touch your arm that makes you feel weird—"

"Do not touch me."

"Sh. And it has to do with love okay?"

"Hm…you thought I was flirting with you…that would mean I like you, but I really hate you." I looked at him, he blushed as he frowned.

"I do not want to have this conversation." I announced.

"Neither do I."

"But whatever I did, Connor, I don't know what I did. And if I did, It is not flirting. It's called. Teasing."

"Nope, it's flirting…"

"It's called Finding your weak spot."

"Why would you find my weak spot? Just to tease me…? That is cruel, woman!"

"NO YOU TIED ME UP. I was trying TO ESCAPE! By distracting you!"

"This is why you flirted!"

"NO I WAS DISTRACTING YOU."

"By flirting!

"GOD HOW CAN WE ARGUE ABOUT SOMETHING SO STUPID?"

"Forget it…I'm leaving…" Connor said softly. I was alarmed, did I make him upset? I felt like I did something wrong, and guilt was already eating me alive. All my life I felt as if I've done the wrong thing…I found myself freaking out, hoping I did not make another mess. Him storming away, reminded me of…

"Jacque! Wait!" I say quickly. I gasp and turn away hoping Connor wouldn't see me. I won't joke about death anymore Jacque! My mind says hopefully. My head was mixing me up…I realize the camp is not crowded, only the woman from before, and two assassins. I did not know where Washington and Grandfather went, only that they were not in the area. I still felt as if the world were watching me. I snail to the back of the tree, facing the woods, so nobody would look at me, and sit down, I think about me being an assassin, the woman who spoke so formally, the man who called grandfather mentor, Pierre, and Connor being mad at me. But try not to think about Jacque.

"Those clothes look quite nice on you, Tiffany…"

Jacque…This cannot be happening. I peer up to see him standing there looking down at me, with his hands crossed and a smile on his face.

"I'm already going mentally insane…must you appear in front of me like a damn phantom?" I mutter. He kneels down a bit and grins.

"I sense you need me around for a little bit, chère …so once you regain your strength, I leave you alone."

"Leave. I do not speak to air. I am not crazy."

"I am not air!" He laughs. I lift my hand and bat at his hat. I swipe through nothing, as the shadow disappears. I bury my face in my head.

Air.

"Leave. Me. Alone. If I see you, I will cry, and I will not cry in front of a camp. "

But his voice echoes in my head once more.

"I understand, you have much on your mind, what with this new of assassins and such. I'm being a bother. Maybe tomorrow I will check on you, oui?"

There were no more voices, and I was glad they were gone. Because I was not going crazy. Not yet.

"Uyenthy!" My grandfather's husky voice calls out. It is clear this time. And his shout is loud enough to snap me back to reality. I wipe away my red nose and run to him, hoping I would not hear voices, or see dead people.

"My granddaughter, we will deal with that Frenchman who supposedly took care of you. It is alright. And I'm so sorry for leaving you with him, my child." Grandfather quickly steps close and outstretches his arms. I flinch and turn away quickly.

"What is it?" He says.

"Nothing! I thought you were going to hit me…but no never mind. I haven't slept well…and have enough on my mind…"

"You must rest…and…consider…your assassin roots, child. Carry on the legends of the Trang family…"

"I…am not an assassin..."

I told you this chapter is confusing...Tiffany is getting really sick too...ill...and you see her grandpa was not to good either. lol...

Xin Loi...I'm sorry/Excuse Me

Ong Noi...Grandfather

Err...I think that is all..

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