In a large opening between several houses a hooded figure stood with a deadly weapon in his hands. Across from the figure stood a group in hooded coats similar to that of the assassins’ of old.

He stood across from the others with the hood of his sweatshirt concealing his face. If only the others could see the smirk his lips had twisted into. It represented his arrogance to a T. “So. You think this will be easy, do you?” The leader of the group asked. “Oh well, well you know. Not too bad.” He swung the weighted end of his kusarigama in one hand while lightly holding the scythe end in his other. The young man threw his head back and chuckled. At last he looked toward them, one silver colored eye glinting in the moonlight. “Ready whenever you are, sirs.”

The leader made not a sound, but instead raised their hand to signal the others to attack. They rushed past the leader and attacked with a mixture of knives, swords, and brass knuckles. He waited with his head down and his eyes closed until the sound of footsteps were just before him. Rapidly, he snapped his eyes open and spun around, throwing his weight from his hand and pegging one in the face causing them to go down in pain. In that same turn he slashed another across the stomach with his small scythe. The young man pulled his weight back to him.

Another went down after the slash. He jumped up, placing his hand on one’s shoulders, leaping over them like a frog. “Woot!” Turning, he slashed them across the back. “Three down, three two go.” One went down to his knives that he threw. Another took the weight to the face like the other had. The last man standing was the leader of the group. “Excuse me, but I think your men are all out of commision.”

“Tch.” The leader threw down smoke pellets he had pulled from his pocket and disappeared. The young man replaced his weapon on his back and coughed, fanning the smoke away from his face. “Great. They’re going to kill me for this.” He climbed like a monkey up the side of a building and ran across the rooftops skillfully. At last he made it to his destination which was a grated opening on a rooftop. He dove into the opening and rolled. “Hey everybody! I’m back!” It was dead of night, but most of the time the people he hung out with were awake.

"Must I keep reminding you of The Creed you chose to live by Cynthia?" A man in dark robes slammed his hands down on the table infront of him and his voice became firm. "The tenets are clear and must be followed, not just for the safety and piece of the world, but also the safety of you and the brotherhood you willingly serve! I should have you killed for how many times you have broken the Creed! Do you even remember it?"

"Of course I remember The Creed, Jason!" The young lady snapped back, "Stay your blade from the flesh of an innocent, hide in plain sight, and never compromise the Brotherhood. See, I can say it without even thinking about it."

Jason let out a sigh, "Memorizing the words isn't enough, you have to live by it, breath by it, hell I want you to sneeze by the damn thing if you have to. This isn't a game Cynthia this is your life, it's our life. It the very reason the Brotherhood still exists today. We can't have you putting all of that in danger just because you think you're better than everybody."

Cynthia huffed at the man, brushing her bangs out of her face, "Fine, what's the punishment this time?" The young lady crossed her arms in an impatient fashion.

The Mentor, Jason, shook his head letting out another sigh, "You're not going to like this, C. But we are going to have to keep a closer eye on you, so we are going to partner you up with an assassin that's at your level." Just as Jason finished his sentence, Dimitri dropped down from the entrance, announcing his return. "Well speak of the devil and he shall appear." The man lifted his had and gestured to the boy to come closer, "Hey, Dimitri! I want you to meet your new partner, Cynthia. I believe you two haven't met yet."

Cynthia's face morphed into an expression of both disbelief and anger, "You have to be kidding me right? You're teaming me up with someone? Worst of all with some loser like him?" She scoffed and shook her head, "I'd rather die at this point."

Jason turned to the young lady, "It won't be as bad as you think, besides you both seem to be trouble makers so it should do both of you some good to have someone to watch your back."

From above he could hear the familiar sound of a good scolding. He didn't want to be the next one to get scolded but by the time he had heard it, it was too late. His body was already falling through the opening of their hideout. Dimitri landed on his feet and crouched a bit to lessen the impact. When he stood up straight he was summoned by their boss in this city. Jason said something about meeting his new partner and Dimitri's eyes widened. "What the hell did I do?" He blurted out. "Er... I mean, it's not the middle of the night or anything and I didn't sneak out to fight Kai... UH. Hey Cynthia." At his last statement he grinned at her while pushing back his hood. His silver eyes glinted in the dim light. "For the record. I'm not a loser. I'm good at what I do and even better at... other things." Dimitri winked at her after looking her up and down.

Cynthia pretended to gag, "Please, put the hood back on your going to make me vomit." Her eyes turned to a death glare at the young boy.

Jason sighed, raising a hand when immediately brought the two hoodlum's attention to him, "That's enough you too. Now you both have been somewhat of a pain to deal with lately, Cynthia you have murdered innocent civilians with out thinking and have openly pointed out you position to countless enemies, and you Dimitri, that is the 7th day in a row that you left to go after a mark with out consulting me and you have gone against orders to stay away from Kai. Now under normal circumstances, I should have you both publicly executed in front of the whole Brotherhood, but I have come up with a better plan that will not only keep you both protected, but also help you twi grow as assassins. From now on you two will be partners. You will not move or breath unless the other does as well. And if one of you breaks the Creed then you both get punished. Are we clear?"

"At this point I'd rather the public execution... Is that still an option?" Cynthia asked in a half joking, half serious manner.

"No," Jason said abruptly, "Now I have set up a room for the both of you. Since you two will not be allowed to anywhere without the other, I suggest you start getting to know eachother. Cause life will be much harder from now on if you can't get along."

Cynthia scoffed and shot a glare at Dimitri, pointing at him firmly, "You try anything and I will end you." With that she walked past him, slamming her shoulder into his, and headed to her new living quarters.

The only thing he could think, involving this girl he had never met was, wow she's a total bitch. He wondered what he had really done to deserve this punishment. Going after Kai and those other things aren't bad enough to have this THING put onto him. With a heavy sigh and a look of feigned desperation toward Jason he followed behind the bitchy girl who had intentionally bumped into him. Dimitri walked with his hands behind his head, looking up at the ceiling. "This sucks" He said from behind the girl. "You may be cute but trust me I won't try anything. My rule is I don't screw any woman who is totally crazy. Leads to too much trouble." He moved out of the way in case she tried to turn around and kill him.

"So. you like to kill innocents, huh? Sounds like something a cold, callus chick like you would do." His lips curved into a smirk. "I don't know why they don't just execute you. They've gone soft it seems."

"I don't know, being partnered with some full-of-himself loser like you? Doesn't seem too soft to me." Cynthia never even as much as glanced over at Dimitri as they made their way to their new living quarters. As she opened the door to the room, she scaned around, "Well this is a piece of shit." She sighed and brushed her bangs out of her face, "Well if I'm going to have to be stuck with you then we're going to have to lay out some ground rules. 1) Don't bother me.... Yeah, I guess that covers everything." She sat on one of the beds that sat on either side of the room and started unloading her gear onto a nearby table. By the time she was done, there was an almost unbelievable amout of hidden and easily concealable weaponry laid out on the table, most of which were still covered with her most recent kill's blood. After she set it all out, she took a rag from one of here pouches and started cleaning her gear.

When they entered the room, Dimitri ran and plopped himself down on the bed to removed his weapons. First up was the bandoleer that held his stun grenades which he dropped on the floor without a care. Then he removed his kasari-gama, still soaked in the blood of his latest victims. He then removed his short sword from his back and his utility belt which held his smoke pellets. The last thing he removed were his wrist guards which held his hidden blades. After all this was done, he threw himself down on the bed and pulled the shabby blanket over himself. "Good night, lady." With a chuckle he rolled over away from her and closed his eyes. Letting himself drift off to sleep. He wasn't about to allow her to ruin the rest of his night.

Cynthia glared at the boy as he rolled over and finished cleaning her gear. After she was done, the young lady stretched a little and laid down grabbing one of her many throwing knifes and started to gently toss it up in the air. At this point she assumed that Dimitri was asleep, allowing her self to drop the whole superior act that she puts on and let out a small sigh. "Trust me kid, she spoke quietly knowing that Dimitri probably wouldn't be able to hear her, "Knowing the crazy me is bestter then knowing the real me." With one more toss of the knofe, Cynthia let it fly up and embed itself into the ceiling, then slowly rolling over to face the wall, she eventually fell asleep.

It was about 4 in the morning when Cynthia was jolted awake from some horrific nightmare that she couldn't remember. Her days always seemed to start this way, waking up terrified with out even knowing why. Beats of sweat rolled down her face as she slowly calmed herself down, her breaths were short and shallow, but eventually began to lengthen as her heart beat slowed. After a minute or tow, when she could finally think clearly, Cynthia climbed out of bed, gathering her jacket and equipment and silently leaving the room, making sure she didn't wake Dimitri. The girl made her way up to the roof of the Assassins building, sitting on the edge and letting her feet dangle. She watched as people and vehicles slowly began to swarm the road below, unaware of both the assassin and the templar organizations. It made her dream sometimes that she had never found out about them, you know what they say, ignorance is bliss.

He hardly dreamt. When he did it was just average weird shit, memories all jumbled together. Mostly memories of his past which, compared to others wasn't that bad. His family was still alive, he found out about them a while back and checked up on them from afar from time to time. They didn't even know he existed...

Dimitri woke up slowly. He was never one for mornings and did NOT want to wake up. He looked over to where his new partner would have been sleeping but she wasn't there. "The hell? Where'd she go?" The young man hopped out of bed, snatching up his jacket and putting it on as he exited the room. The clock outside of the room let him know that it was Too-early-o'clock. UGHH. "This chick I swear."

He climbed up and out of the sanctum and stood tall atop the rooftop. Then he spotted her. She was sitting on the roof, legs hanging off the edge. With a sigh he crossed his arms and began to speak. "Lovely isn't it? They all live their lives free of the burden we bear." Plopping down next to her he looked down at all the innocent people and cars passing by. "Sorta makes you wish you were one of them, doesn't it?"

Cynthia tried to hide her surprised jump when Dimitri started speaking. When he finished she huffed at him, "Why would I want to be like them?" Her voice didn't have her normal better-than-everybody tone, it almost sounded a bit forced. It seemed Dimitri's sudden appearance didn't give her the time she needed to switch back to her bitchy ways. Cynthia turned slightly so she was faced away from the boy who sitting next to her, "Besides don't act like we're friends, you don't know anything about me."

"We must become 'friends' to become partners to become better assassins. or some shit like that." He told her. "Hate me all you want, I'm not going any where." Dimitri stood up, shoving his hands in his pockets. "I'm not the greatest of guys, but I'm also not the worst, you're going to have to learn to live with me, sweetheart." With those final words he lept down into the bureau to go collect his things and get ready for the day's events. Normally he would have gotten up a lot later and he would have gone out on a mission alone to kill some corrupt target who may or may not have been assigned to him. But since he was stuck with Cynthia he decided he would stick around a while. What choice did he really have?

Cynthia scoffed and spoke under her breath as he jumped down into the bureau, "I don't need to be BETTER." She shoke her head as she stood upfrom her spot on the roof, "But I guess he has a point, I'll just have to tolerate him till he either dies or Jason breaks us apart." She sighed as she dropped back into the building, "Guess it's time to get our first contract."

Jason looked over and saw Cynthia approaching with her usually smug face, "I see you haven't ran away yet, so it couldn't be all that bad."

"Key word there Jason, YET."

"It'll get better, you just have to accept the fact that you two are stuck together." He chuckled a little to himself, as much as the partnership was meant to help the two assassins, he had to admit it was rather amusing. Once Cynthia was close enough, Jason handed her a paper, "This is all the information we have on your guy's targets."

"Targets?" Cynthia looked a little confused, "How many are we actually talking about?"

"It's a mafia group, you and Dimitri will be going after the head family, they've been causing some issues around the city and we need them eliminated before things get too out of hand."

Cynthia shook her head, "Look I know I'm the best assassin you have, but two of us will not be enough to kill an entire mafia family."

"Well then you an your partner better start working on a plan."

"Did I hear something about the mafia??" Dimitri asked as he entered the room, now fully geared up and ready to roll. "That sounds like hell of a lot of fun." He crossed his arms over his chest and looked at Cynthia. "Well... partner. We better get to work devising a plan or this isn't going to end well for us is it?" He looked to Jason. "Anything you can tell us about this family? Or the place where they live? I assume we will be attacking them in their home which is also their place of business no doubt."

With a tap of his chin he thought for moment. "I'm guessing it wouldn't be to hard to sneak in, kill a couple of guards and assassinate someone. That's how we so graciously do things. But to assassinate multiple targets. Well we'd have to be extra careful not to alert anyone and I mean ANYONE."

Jason pointed at the paper Cynthia held in her hand, "All the information you need is right there, now if you'll excuse me, I have important matters to attend to." and with that the man disappeared deeper inside the hideout.

Cynthia handed the paper over to Dimitri, halve forcefully. "If we assassinate only one of them we'll put the rest of the family on full alert, the only choice we have is to kill them all in one foul swoop." She sighed frustratedly, "I guess WE should so scope things out, see what this family is up to on there day to day." She seemed to strain a bit when the word we left her mouth, "Just try to not to ruin this for me, I'd rather not have my fun be soiled by mister thinks-he's-suave."

Dimitri laughed hard and amongst his laughter he said, "Oh wow, you are a bitch." He looked at the paper in his hand after wiping a pretend tear from his eye from laughing. "Multiple targets, scope out their day to day. Easy average stuff. No biggy." He nodded at Jason, dropping the paper and disappearing onto the roof above in a flash. He looked down the opening the room with his hands on his hips. "You coming up, or would you rather stay here? I can definitely manage this on my own. But I'm pretty sure the higher ups still want us to be a team so... HURRY THE HELL UP!" He winced a little bit, as if he knew he had woken up the whole neighborhood. "Any day now, hun."

Cynthia scowled at Dimitri as she leaped up onto the roof following him to the mafia family's home. When they arrived, Cynthia sat on the rooftop of the building next door to the target house, leaning back on her arms. She glanced over at Dimitri a couple times, letting out a quite, but noticeable, sigh. "Look..." She began to speak, keeping her volume low so he was the only one that could hear her, "I'm..." She hesitated for a moment, before sighing one more time, "I'm sorry, okay?... Can we just forget about what I said earlier?" She sat forward glancing down at the roof, before looking back up at the house, twiddling her thumbs, "I'm sure you hate this just as much as I do, I just want to get this whole situation over with."