Nothing is True. Everything is Permitted.

Sasha blushed even more. T-Thanks. She shuffled back a bit, her heart pounding so fast it felt like it was going to burst.

 

Zee straightened and smiled, "Uh, so...why did you decide to come here to the villa?"

 

Sasha still couldn't take the image out of her head what he did. Well...umm...they needed a good alchamist and I fit the picture. My mother was also an assassin.

 

Zee sighed and sat next to her on his bed, "Hmm, what's that like. You're mother being an assassin, I mean. My parents were against me doing this." he laughed and leaned back on his bed, staring at the ceiling, "Against it so much mom took her life and I'm sure dad's somewhere out here. They abandoned me as soon as I brought it up at, oh, age 15?"

 

Sasha gave him a discouraged look. That's horrible! What kind of parents would do that?

 

He laughed, "Any parent that despised assassins." He lifted his head and looked at her, "My parents were I guess a kind of Templar. They relied on the Templars to keep them safe. Zee lifted his arm and let the hidden blade slide out, still covered in the brute's blood. "I should probably get Zane to clean this thing. I'm terrible at cleaning it."

 

Sasha grabbed his hand. Let me. I'll make sure it looks brand new. She pulled out some cloth and started to wipe Zee's blade clean.

 

Zee momentarily stopped breathing. He slowly took hold of her hand and pulled her away from the blade. It already looked better than before, "Th-thanks. But you should be careful, I wouldn't want you to cut yourself." he sat up, still holding onto her hand and retracted the blade.

 

Sasha smiled. You shouldn't worry too much. I always found intrest in sharp objects. She placed her hands behind her back. Sounds kinda wierd coming out from me.

 

Zee grinned, "Not really. But it's nice to meet a girl willing to actually touch these things." He pulled off his bracers and set them aside, "Y'know...I don't actually think I've ever spent this much time with a woman, at least alone."

 

How funny. I haven't spent a lot of time with a guy either. She gave him a small smile.

 

He admired her and fell back on his bed again, "Huh. We're kinda alike, in some ways. I don't think I've ever met someone like me." Zee's face fell as he thought of when he met Zane. He'd threatened to kill him if he told anyone they were friends.

 

Sasha ran her hand along the bed. Same isn't always bad. She looked at him. We may be different, but a part of us is similar to someone out there.

 

Zee sat up and crossed his legs pretzel style and faced her, "Right, so I think I've spilled enough incriminating information for one lifetime."

 

Sasha yawned. I'm a bit tired. She stood up and stretched her arms.

 

Zee looked away, his cheeks burning, "Um, I trust they gave you a place to stay, right?"

 

Sasha frowned. Umm...not really. They needed time so they told me to wait tomorrow. You don't mind if I can sleep here right?

 

Zee jumped up, "N-not at all! That's okay, I can sleep on the, uh, floor I suppose."

 

Sasha shook her hands. No no! Please don't stress yourself on making me comfortable! I'll just sleep on the floor.

 

Zee took hold of her shoulders, "It's okay. I'm used to it. You're a guest, sort of, so what's mine is yours. Sleep in the bed, I assure you, I'll be fine."