Assassin's Creed (c) Ubisoft

"…Of course I want to see her! My issue here, Caroline is—What! No I'm not! Why would you assume that? You know what, fuck you too!" Edward sighed as he leaned against the wall, running a hand through his hair. Haytham cleared his throat, trying to get his father's attention. "I told you once, I told you a hundred fucking times Caroline. I was on deployment! …That means I couldn't fucking call you every fucking minute you had a goddamn fucking problem! Of course I wanted to be there when she was born but… I'm not making fucking excuses!"

"Uhm… Father," Haytham said, feeling awkward about interrupting his father. He wondered who Caroline was.

"You kept her away from me! You were gone after I got back from work! You up-and-left taking our daughter… she is still my goddamn fucking kid, Caroline! Of course I never bothered to pay child support because I knew you'd just use that in some sick twisted scheme of yours! It broke my heart that I couldn't come and visit her… oh sure, now you say that! I knew if I had come to visit you'd've thrown a bitch fit like you always do."

"Father, I'm going out to play… I'll be at the Green Dragon… the treehouse in the old abandon lot by William's house," Haytham said, but Edward didn't hear him.

"You know what, you are doing it again," Edward said rubbing his forehead. "You are making it about us, when it's really about her. She can come, if she really wants to move to Boston I don't mind letting her stay here for however long it takes her to get on her feet, I have a spare bedroom. I'll tell Haytham then… no not Nathan, Haytham… my son. Yes, I got married again after our divorce. What did you think I'd do? Become a hermit and swear off women? Caroline, I don't want to talk about it. Right, bye." Edward said, hanging up. "Fucking cun—" he noticed Haytham standing there, "nundrum."

"Who was that? And what do you have to tell me?" Haytham asked, his curiosity piqued.

"Nobody you need to concern yourself with, and we're having someone come stay with us for a bit," Edward said. He wasn't sure how he'd tell Haytham this person is his half-sister. He'll figure it out later. "What's up?"

"I'm going out to play with my friends. We'll be at the Green Dragon, you know the treehouse in that old lot by William's house," Haytham said.

"Alright, just put some sunscreen on," Edward said, heading to the bathroom for the sunblock.

"Do I have to?"

"Do you want to come back lobster red?" Edward asked.

"Yes," Haytham said, grinning. Edward chuckled as he came back with the sunscreen in his hand.

"No ya don't, sea urchin. Now hold still." Edward squirted some of the thick white goo onto his fingers.

"Father, must you do this!" Haytham whined, squirming away from Edward's hand as he tried to apply the sunscreen.

"Do you want skin cancer? Hold still, Haytham. Stop squirmin' like an eel," Edward growled. Haytham ducked, saw his escape route and bolted. "Haytham!" Edward shouted, trying to grab his son, Haytham giggled, free from his father. "Haytham Kenway, get back here!"

"No!"

"I mean it, Haytham! You can't go until you get this stuff on ya," Edward said, getting to his feet and walking up to his son.

"Please!" the boy gave his father his most innocent smile.

"No, now come here," Edward said. Haytham shook his head. "One…"

"Fine," Haytham sighed, and walked up to his father.

"You'll thank me in the future," Edward said, smearing the sunblock all over Haytham's face. He worked it into the crevices between his nose. "I got sunburned on the tops of my ears on deployment." Edward said, smearing sunscreen onto Haytham's ears. "Arms up," Edward said. Haytham sighed and held up his hands. "That's a good lad." Edward smeared the sunblock on Haytham's arms. "There, all done. Oh, wait, back of the neck."

"Father!" Haytham whined, squirming, but he suffered it. "Are you done?"

"Hmm," Edward turned Haytham around looking him over. "Nope, missed a spot." He tapped Haytham on the nose, and the boy giggled. "Alright, go have fun. Remember be back before dark."

"I will," Haytham said, slipping his sandals on. "Bye!" he opened the door and ran outside, heading down the street.

"What's that?" Thomas asked as Shay laid out a Risk board.

"It's a Risk board, for the game Risk," Shay said, laying it out flat on the floor on the tree house. "It's to help us plot out how exactly to take over the world."

"Oh," Thomas muttered.

"Good thinking Shay," Haytham said, "that's the type of thinking we need in our group." Haytham smiled at Shay. Shay flushed, looking at the board.

"I just thought it'll be easier to discuss our future plans," Shay muttered, "if we could actually see the world."

"I can bring toy soldiers!" Charles said, "plus, I think we—"

"What are we gonna do when we become rulers of the world?" Thomas asked, opening a can of root beer. "I mean… it's kinda important to know what we want out of it, right?"

"Thomas, shut up!" Charles snapped.

"Stop it both of you. I agree with Thomas, we need to decide what our goals are," Haytham said, looking at each of his friends. "William, you go first."

"Uhm…. Well, I want to be able to understand every language, ever!" William said, looking at the others.

"When I'm ruler," Thomas said, "everyone will eat candy and root beer."

"Isn't that bad for your health? Not to mention your teeth?" Charles asked. Thomas glared at him.

"Well, I want to be ruler of the world… supreme ruler of the world," Charles said. "Ben? John, what about you two?"

"No school," Ben said.

"No homework," John added.

"Isn't that the same thing?" Thomas asked.

"You can have homework if you're homeschooled," John pointed out.

"Shay, it's your turn," William said, looking at Shay. The boy huffed and looked at the ceiling as he pondered what he wanted when he ruled the world.

"World peace. Then nobody that doesn't have to die won't die," Shay said. "Like my parents… so, Haytham. What's your plans?" Shay asked. Haytham swallowed a gulp of root beer, grumbling as the carbonation burned his nose.

"Uhm… well, uuh…" Haytham sighed, "I want to be able to bring back the dead. Especially my mother."

The treehouse fell silent, and Haytham could feel the eyes of his friends on him. He stared at his hands, thinking they were more interesting than the looks his friends were probably giving him. He jerked when he felt Shay's arms around him. "Shay?"

"I understand," Shay muttered.

"I didn't… I didn't know your mom was dead," Charles whispered, feeling guilty about wishing his own mother was dead.

"Here," Thomas muttered, offering Haytham his chocolate bar. Haytham took it with a soft thank you. He rubbed his face, forcing himself not to cry.

"Oi! Templar scum!" a voice shouted from outside. The seven boys turned and climbed to railing to look at the ground below. Standing there, were the Assassins. "Give us back Shay and hand over that tree house!" Ethan shouted.

"No!" Haytham shouted back.

"C'mon Shay, those guys are jerks! Achilles said he was sorry," Liam called, looking up at his friend. "Please?"

"No! Tell Achilles he's a mean old stupid-head and I don't want to play with him ever again!" Shay shouted.

"And we aren't going to give you our tree house, either!" Haytham shouted. "This tree house is ours!"

"Alright," Ethan said, "you leave us no choice." He and the other Assassin boys heft their squirt guns, took aim and fired. Haytham and his friends screamed, trying to find cover from the assault of water while the boys below laughed.

"Haytham, what are we gonna do?" Charles asked, taking cover behind a desk. Haytham sighed, not knowing what to do. He didn't get a chance to think for the Assassin boys circled the house and began to fire their water guns at them from all directions.

"Uh… the root beer! Shake it up and throw it!" Haytham shouted, diving for the cooler.

"What no!" Thomas pulled the cooler towards him. "Haytham are you mad? This is Mug's Root Beer!"

"Do you want those Assassins to get our tree house?" Haytham hissed, eyes narrowing. Thomas gulped, flinching when a stream of water came their way.

"No," he mumbled, handing over the cooler. Haytham flipped the top open and handed the remaining cans of root beer to the others.

"Shake them up really good and lightly break the seal and throw them!" Haytham said shaking his can of root beer, he broke the seal, and he got a beige from to ooze out. He tossed it out the tree house. He heard yelps of surprise as root beer frizzed everyone. The others threw their own root beer bombs, but they soon ran out, since Hickey had drank most of them.

"Now what do we do Haytham?" Charles asked, looking at his friend. Haytham sighed, trying to see if they had anything to use as a weapon. They didn't.

"We make a run for it. We give up the tree house, but it's only for a bit. Then we come back with more squirt guns and take back our treehouse!" Haytham said. "It's the only way… if we want to keep Shay." He looked at his friends and they reluctantly nodded. Haytham yanked open the trap door, he went first, leading the way like a good leader. He was already soaked so the constant assault of water wasn't a problem. He made it down and was about to run for it when Ethan, with a big stupid grin on his face, tossed a water balloon. It connected with Haytham's face and exploded. It wasn't filled with water, no, it was filled with cornstarch slime.

"Get 'em!" Ethan shouted and the Assassin boys started to pelt the fleeing Templar boys with their slime balloons.

Haytham trudged back home miserable. His clothes were soaked and covered in cornstarch slime, he even got some in his hair. When the Assassin boys ran out of balloons they started throwing mud. He got that in his hair too. He noticed there was a strange car parked by the curb near their house. He didn't recognize it but noticed there was a New York state license plate. He briefly wondered who his father knew that lived in New York.

He glanced at his father's car. Ziio's Uncle Jim found them a good car that was in excellent repair. He still missed the old clunker his father use to drive but this one would do. Haytham sighed, headed to the front door. He took his shoes off and opened the door. "Father, I'm…" he stopped when he saw his father sitting at the table with a young woman. There was an uncanny resemblance between his father and this woman, they both had blond hair and blue eyes and the Kenway nose. He walked closer, tense. "Father?"

"Oh, Haytham! You're home," Edward said, and awkwardly cleared his throat. "Uh, son… this… this is my daughter."

"Daughter?" Haytham asked, deadpan. He arched one brow to stare that the woman.

"Yeah… from my first marriage… Haytham," Edward said and ran his hand through his hair. "Haytham," he said again, "this is your half-sister, Jennifer Scott."

And what will happen next?

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