ACxBRS fanfic
WARNING: This is a mixture of characters and plot. It's just a product of my mind coming up with weird crossovers. And I dunno why, but I kinda like it. The plot is entirely based on Black Rock Shooter, but it isn't much of a problem if you haven't watched it. Now about Assassin's Creed... If you have no idea who the characters are, you're going gonna have a bit of difficulty in reading this. If you know it vaguely, like me, that's fine. And if you have played the game, even better!
The characters are supposed to be slightly ooc because they aren't exactly the same. Like I said before, this is a mix. The real world story is in Rome, but It doesn't relate to any real event or place there. If you have seen BRS and know about AC (mainly AC2, Brotherhood and Revelations), then enjoy it!
Chapter 1: How Much More Do I Have to Scream?
The eagles fly in the blue sky.
The ocean mirrors the blue of the sky.
The deep azure is heaven's ocean.
In the blue of the sky, heaven's tears lie.
In the tears of heaven, the eagles fly.
Rome's Public University, 2012
Entrance Ceremony for First Years
- It is said that your personality begins to take shape in the first year of your life. In which case, I am convinced that Rome's Public University, where you are now, is where you begin the true hardship of your life's career. Furthermore...
Too long.
Ezio Auditore thought, yawning, trying to mainting his composure at the monotous ceremony. He entertained himself by staring at some group of cute girls of the his same, rebellious age of 18.
So short!
He thought, suprised at one girl's skirt lenght. Rome was much more loose-minded than Florence, uh?
Not that cute, though.
Ezio thought, sighing.
After the Ceremony, outside
In bloom.
Ezio thought, staring dazzled at a beautiful pansy blooming nearby. The wind blew, and his brown hair flowed with the september breeze. The leaves gently flew from its branches and one of them fell upon Ezio's hand.
Falling.
He thought, his amber eyes set upon the tree. Then his gaze moved to the clear sky.
Blue.
But when he least expected, two girls ran by him, making him fall on the floor. He heard one of them say sorry, but neither helped him get up. He scowled, glaring at them, annoyed, when he heard a kind voice:
- Are you okay?
He turned around and saw a hand towards him. It was pale, unlike most italians. It was covered in freckles though, and a red bracelet was set around its pulse.
- Red...- he absently said, not noticing on the person that was offering his or her help.
- Uh?
- Eh! I- it's nothing, I'm fine! – he answered, getting on his feet once more. He examined him better. He had cloudy, blue eyes which twinkled in kindness. His shoulder-lenght, golden hair shined like the sun itself, and his nose was sprinkled with freckles . He wore rectangle-shaped red glasses and a red echarpe layed around his shoulders and neck. He also wore a light-blueish waistcoat and light brown shoulderstrap bag.
He's cute.
- Umm...- Ezio tried to save the awkward conversation, pointing at the bracelet- That looks wonderful, by the way!
The other student smiled.
- I made it myself.
- You actually made that yourself? – he exclaimed, with an excited look- Boy, I can't even make a proper art project, and you can do that?
- It's not hard! – the other chuckled at such statement. – I just braided some strings and... pronto! A bracelet!
- Braiding... – Ezio muttered, amazed.
Suddenly, the other's gaze saddened.
- You probably think it's girly, right? – he asked, with a melancholic tone.
- N-no! Not at all! I actually think it's great! And also...- Ezio explained, nervously – I think you're really brave to do something like that and not care at all.
Then, he gladly smiled. And so did the other.
- Oh, my name is Ezio Auditore, by the way.
- Leonardo. Pleased to meet you.
Hallway, Rome's Public University
H-his name is Leonardo da Vinci?! No way, like the famous painter?!
Ezio exclaimed staring at the board with the registed newcomers into the University. In the fine arts section, his new accaintance name stood out from the others, since he had learned the first name recently.
Then he saw Leonardo pass by him.
White.
He thought, admiring the pale tone of Leonardo's cheeks, enlightened by the sun of the windows.
There are people of so many different colours...
He thought, blushing.
Afternoon, end of first day, outside at the entrance
- 'Sup, Ezio?
- Oh, Yusuf. Yo there! – he answered, returning the greeting.
His childhood friend tackled Ezio under his arm, chuckling.
- What's the matter, big guy? You seem troubled!
- Nothing, I was... distracted.
- Some popsicles will definitely take care of that.
- Heh, you're right about that, Yusuf!
- Come, my treat. What flavour you want?
- So... – Ezio began, while sucking on his popsicle- What kind of person do you think Messer da Vinci is?
- Who are we talking about, the renaissance genius or the student?
- Haha. Very funny, Yusuf. – Ezio answered ironically- The student, obviously.
- I think he can never be compared to the genius. He's probably just some prodigy that isn't exactly who he is expected to be.
- That's so cruel, Yusuf! I've lost interest.
Ezio started walking away with a faked pout.
- Hey, you're making me sound like the bad guy here, Ezio... – Yusuf tried to apologize, catching up to his best friend.
- Messer da Vinci isn't like that.
- If you say so-
- Oh! He can braid! – Ezio remembered excited.
- Uh?
- Red really suits him, and so does white!
Yusuf lifted a hand in front of Ezio's face, interrupting him.
- Ok, now you're just sounding like a stalker.
- I am not! – Ezio shouted, embarassed, his face turning the deepest red at such statement.
- So, basically, you want to be his friend – Yusuf explained, with an earnest look on his fair features. His friend blushed and laughed at that remark.
- Oh, come on, it's not like that... – he began with an nervous tone, adding something much more serious afterwards- Scratch that, I totally do.
- What kind of reaction was that? – Yusuf asked, with a dazzled expression, almost offended by Ezio's words.
- And I bet that the renaissance genius couldn't braid like Messer da Vinci or anything.
- Do you actually have the guts to say that? – Yusuf said, even more suprised. – Besides, it's not like he needed to. Boy, you are dense, Ezio.
Meanwhile, at Leonardo's home
- I'm home.
He went to his room, and grabbed a paper cup upon his messy desk , which was connected to a string leading to an unknowed place, probably to the house next door. A voice came from the cup:
- How was your day?
- I met an interesting student from my age – Leonardo answered, speaking to the fake ''phone''- I liked the faces that he made-
- Don't even think about it – the voice replied coldly, indifferent to his words.
- I know. – Leonardo afirmed.
- You're not allowed to.
Leonardo didn't answer and the ''call'' was over.
Evening, Auditore Residence
- Eziooo! – his younger sister called him, opening the door of his bedroom – I'm out of the bath, it's your turn to take a shower!
- Mmh-mm.
- You're reading that again?! – she exclaimed, staring at the colourful cover of the book Ezio was reading – Mio Dio, you never get tired of it...
- Mmh-mm.
- Ezio, it's your tu-
- I got it, Claudia! – he afirmed rashly, and his sister closed the door. He adjusted his seat over the chair and focused on the book once more.
Ever since I was a child, I've revered this book about a little bird that would bring me to a world of many colours.
Blue.
Orange.
White...
Meanwhile, in another world
A white-cloaked man sits upon a boulder of a doomed wasteland. A giant eye stares at him from the blue sky as the wind buzzes in his ears. He returns the glare and puts his hood on.
And then he takes a leap from the boulder and reaches the ground, safe and sound, while silently heading towards an unknowed destination. His metal vambracers make a clicking sound, preparing its hidden blade from any danger of the hostile world he lived in.
And the eye is still there, glowing an icy blue hue, bearing a menaceful smile.
Real world, Second day, History of fine arts classroom, Recess
- M-messer da Vinci! – Ezio called out to his recent friend, entering the art classroom, during the recess.
- Pier da Vinci.
- Uh?
- It's Leonardo Pier da Vinci.
- Wow, it is exactly like the artist!
The other laughed soundly.
- I guess it is! Actually, it's just a coincidence. I've told my parents to not put the Vinci region on the board, where I'm from, but they insisted.
- So they named you like that on purpose? – Ezio asked, slightly chuckling and crossing his arms amused.
- Yes, probably expecting I would be like him. Pretty silly, right?
They both laughed.
- By the way, what sort of art are you planning to go to?- Ezio asked, getting closer to Leonardo - You're not going to just to settle around History, right? Are you into pottery? Or painting? Or illustration?
Leonardo got nervous at Ezio's straight-forwardness, making him hesitate in giving the answer.
- A- actually, I want to go into animation.
- Animation?! Like Disney and Pixar?
- Si. But first I need to get need my fine arts' graduation – he explained, smiling – You require the necessary knowledge of fine art before going into stylised animation.
- Wait, but you also need to have the proper technological requisitions for it as well!
- I'm in Technological Formation too.
- Damn! That sure is hard! I'm only able to get in Languages and Basketball! How do you manage?
Leonardo laughed clearly, amused by Ezio's expression.
- As well as braiding, I can easily manage both classes at the same time.
- Oh! One of these days we should go to the cinema!
- Uh?
- You like animation films, right? We should go together see one sometime!
Leonardo's cheerful expression turned into a sad one.
- I- I can't.
- Oh?
- I'm going now. – he said, standing up from his seat and leaving the classroom.
- Where are you going?
- Restroom.
And so he left a confused, almost suprised Ezio behind.
Hallway, the next recess
- I wouldn't want that either. – Ezio admitted to Yusuf, whe they were walking down the hallway – I wouldn't want someone following me around all the time.
- Sounds like an excuse to me. – Yusuf replied, amused, while Ezio noticed a sign on the wall.
- ''Morning Glory Consultation Room''?- he read out loud, confused by its casualness. Suddenly the door next to it opened rapidly, showing the face of a man not much older than them.
- Precisely! – the man exclaimed kindly, startling the two companions. Yet the other just chuckled gladly at their reaction. – Want some?
He had a mug of coffee in his hand and both Yusuf and Ezio decided to enter, jut for the sake of it.
- Sit on the couch, please. – the other said, heading towards the cupboard to get two mugs for them to use. Ezio examined the man while he made the coffee: He wore an open tuxedo, with his white shirt exposed, and his red tie set loose. He seemed very rich for a person who belonged to the university staff. His hair was dark and shoulder-lenght, and he had a nicely cut beard. His whole figure was slim, but slightly built, leading Ezio to assume that he probably was very sucessful with women. He had electric, blue eyes who seemed discrete, but also trustworthy.
- Here you go. Tell me if you want more, okay? – his voice sounded really gentle and comprehensive, like a psychologist. The two friends thanked the man, sipping the coffe gladly.
- What is this place? – Ezio asked, amazed by the coziness.
- Didn't you hear the dean during the ceremony?- Yusuf exclaimed – He's here to help you deal with any emotional issues you might have. He's a counselor.
- I see. Not a very intuitive name, though. – he afirmed, thinking about the strange title on the wall outside.
- I guess. – the other man replied, chuckling, startling Ezio once more - Here. Use the sugar as you'll like.
He set the jar upon the table, smiling kindly and patting Ezio's back vigorously.
- As I was saying...- Ezio continued, regardless of the other man's pat – The place is cozy like it should be, but... You, messer seem too classy for a counselor.
- Ezio! – Yusuf exclaimed, irritated – Watch your tongue!
But the classy man merely laughed, spinning his coffee spoon within the mucky liquid.
- What?!- Ezio replied to Yusuf – I was just being honest!
- You sure are straight-forward, aren't you? – the counselor said, chuckles still present in his hearty voice- I'm Cesare Borgia, by the way, but only Cesare's fine. If you were to open up, we can't just treat each other like strangers, now can we?
Ezio had to admit that was true.
- Oh! I'm Ezio Au-
- I know, I know – Cesare interrupted him, sipping a bit of his drink – Yusuf told me.
- You know him too? – Ezio asked, turning to his best friend.
- I was here yesterday. That's how we met.
- Oh...
- Well, either way... – Cesare began, heading towards Ezio and resting his firm hand upon his shoulder. – If you have a problem of some sort, come see me here. I'm always available.
Ezio's amber eyes met Cesare's icy, blue ones.
- Or if you just feel like drinking a cup of coffee, that's fine. Drop by anytime you like!
- Okay! Thanks a lot, Cesare!
- The fewer the problems...The better.
Gymnasium, Afternoon of the third day
- Giovanni, pick up the pace!
- Yes, Coach! – a teammate shouted within Ezio's basketball club team, which belonged to the University. They were doing a few laps to warm up for the training and Coach Caterina was as demanding as ever.
- You too, Francesco! – the ginger, strong woman shouted once more at another teammate, who was running along and around the enormous gym – Now, let's jog around the University! Go, go, go!
- Yes, Coach! – they all shouted in response, following her commands, going outside the gym, as Yusuf, who was the team manager, cleaned the balls for the training afterwards.
- It's the third day already and they are pushing it this far... Basketball is serious bussiness. Poor Ezio...
Fine Arts classroom, around the same time
- Now, you'll have to work in pairs – the teacher explained – One will serve of model to the other and vice-versa. Also, remember...
Leonardo sighed and looked outside the window. Drawing a simple portrait was an easy feat for him. He didn't have the need to hear the explanation in its whole. Then, a group of students wearing the basketball training uniform passed through the courtyard, running. He noticed Ezio in the middle of the group, panting and sweating a little at the tremendous effort.
- He's handsome...- Leonardo muttered, slightly blushing.
End of training, late afternoon
- Ahhh... I'm all worked up... – Ezio whined, splashing cold water on his face to cool it down.
- You didn't have to, Ezio.- Yusuf told him – You did much more laps than you were supposed to.
- I gotta keep my shape.
- Let me guess: For the ladies.
Ezio grinned at his friend.
- Exactly. You know me too well, Yusuf.
- What a show-off...Here. – he replied, lending Ezio a towel.
- Thanks. – Ezio said, taking the towel off Yusuf's hands and using it to dry his face.
- You're welcome. Look, I have some paperwork to take care of; You know, manager stuff. We can't walk home today. See ya later then!
- See ya tomorrow, Yusuf!
- Hey, mooother... – Ezio whined on the phone, while walking down the street – Can you cook something simple tonight? W-What?! Bolognese? N-no, I'd eat it, it's just-
He interrupted his phrase when he noticed Leonardo passing by him.
- Uh-sorry! Bolognese is fine. Ok, bye!
- Huh? – Leonardo exclaimed, noticing a little bird keychain tied into his backpack- That's...The little bird of many colours, right?
- Oh, yes! You know about it too?
- Of course!- he reached out to his shoulder-strap bag and showed Ezio his phone – I have it here, see.
- You have it on your phone background? – Ezio exclaimed, suprised – How did you get it?
- I drew it myself.
- Wow... You're talented. – Ezio told him, gazing at it amazed – It makes sense. This illustration wasn't in the book.
- Do you have a later edition?- Leonardo asked.
- Huh? Does the first edition have this?
- Yeah, it has another cover.
- Really?! Can you show it to me?
Leonardo's eyes saddened, relunctanly giving him the answer:
- I can. – he finally responded with a wide smile – It's at home.
- Wow! Your room is huge! I could even play basketball here! Too bad it's so messy. – Ezio exclaimed, staring around the fancy room. Leonardo seemed nervous, closing the curtains as well as the door very rapidly, like he was trying to not be found out... By who though?
- Leonardo?
- We're alright...For now. – he told Ezio calmly, sighing- Also, where did you get that keychain? It's really well-made.
- Oh, that? – Ezio looked at his backpack lying in the ground- My younger brother Petruccio made it for me.
- For real?! How crafty and fascinating! You sure have a wonderful little brother.
- Yeah, he sure is.
- So... Wanna take a look at the book?
Later that evening
- Can I really have it?- Ezio asked, looking at the red bracelet around his pulse, the one which Leonardo had wore on their first meeting.
- You can keep it if you want. I can braid another anytime.
- Thank you! You're fantastic, Leonardo!
The other laughed slightly at his reaction. Sitting on Leonardo's bed, after exchanging nice conversations and subjects. Leonardo couldn't be more glad. Ezio's entire presence was comforting to him: his amber eyes, the excited faces he made, the long, brown hair. He kept staring at him in a appreciating expression, not able to take his eyes off him. A smile ran up his lips, but it vanished when the doorbell rang several times.
- A visitor? – Ezio asked, suprised. Leonardo simply glanced at the ground, pressing his lips together. A voice was heard outside the room. It was Leonardo's mother:
- Leonardo! Salai's here!
- W-wait! – he shouted, standing desperately up from the bed – It's not ti- WAIT!
Then the door opened slowly.
- Good evening. – a boy not much younger than Ezio said, sitting in a wheelchair and holding a stuffed lion plushie on his lap. He appeared thin and feeble, wearing a white jersey and chess-pattern, large pants, which reached the rose slippers he was wearing on his feet. Under the jersey, he wore a blue shirt. He had dark, blue eyes, and although he had an angelic face with short, brownish ginger hair, his expression seemed... Threatning somehow, if not fragile.
- Oh! Good even-
- You've brought this on yourself – the boy interrupted Ezio – It's all your fault, Leonardo.
They stood now in the living room, where Salai and Leonardo sat in a separate couch, while Ezio sat in the armchair nearby.
- Here. Have some macarons. – Salai offered, holding a box filled with the colourful sweets shaped like hamburgers.
- Thank yo-
- Eat the brown one – he interrupted, lending him a chocolate-flavoured macaron.
- T-thanks...- Ezio hesitatly said with a faint smile, taking it from Salai's hands and chewing a bit - It tastes delicio-
- Eat the asphalt one. – Salai demanded, lending a grey macaron at Ezio.
- Uh... Thank you. – he took it, but before he could eat it, the boy gave him another one.
- The colour of chaos.
This time, Ezio took the dull blueish macaron without saying anything.
- The pink one is yours, Leonardo – the boy said cheerfully, giving a pink macaron to Ezio's friend – The red one is mine!
Ezio gave Salai a glare and thought: What's the deal with this guy? He's so childish, although I can tell that he's not much younger than me. Perhaps he has been raised and spoiled at home, given his weak state... What a snob.
- All the dirty coloured ones are yours – he said, giving various dull coloured macarons to Ezio. He did not thank Salai anymore.
- E-Ezio... You don't have to eat them if you don't want to... – Leonardo told him, leaving the pink macaron untouched. Ezio just smiled.
- No, no! I'll eat them gladly.
And then Salai kept watching him, a creepy light shining within the deep blue of his eyes.
- All of these are so detailed! Who made these stuffed toys is an artist. – Ezio exclaimed looking at the various plushies piled on the bed of the toy room, of all shapes and sizes.
- Here. This is you. – Salai caught Ezio's attention and lent a stuffed eagle plushie, whose wings were dirty, the cotton was exposed in some areas, and the plastic, amber eyes were almost falling out – Sit there.
Now we're going to play with them?! I thought they were just for decoration! I wonder what's up with this guy... Well, no choice but to tag along.
- I-It's pretty...- he nervously took it with a fake smile and sat in a chair in front of the bed, where Leonardo and Salai sat together. The wheelchair was nearby, in case Salai would need it. He held the same lion plushie, while Leonardo held a stuffed fox. The boy glared at Ezio, who was trying to admire any speck of hidden beauty in the eagle toy.
- Hey, Leone...- Salai started, caressing the fake lion's fur – How long do you think he'll stick around?
What?
- When will he leave?- the boy teased, moving the lion's paw to wave at Ezio – Go home. Go home. Go home. Go home.
He kept repeating the same words over and over, with an extremely childish , annoying tone. Yet, somehow... It sounded very spooky at the same time.
- H-hey, Salai...- Leonardo called out to him, while Ezio gulped and slightly shivered at the hostile words.
- Salai isn't here. – he merely replied with a grin – It's Leone who's saying this.
And then he began from the start.
- Go home! Go home! Go home! Go home! Go hom-
- I should get going now.
- Si. I think so too. – Leonardo answered sadly.
- Thank you anyway, Leonardo. I had a great time.
- Arriverdeci.
- Bye.
And when the door closed, and Ezio found himself at the doorstep alone, he clenched his fists and headed home running quickly.
He's scary...He's creepy!
Those thoughts ran through his mind and mingled with Salai's sight: A fragile boy on a wheelchair, telling him to go home, with the plushie on his lap... While a creepy grin formed in his angelic face...
He's scary! I don't want to see him! He's crazy!
Auditore Residence, Night time
- Hey, Ezio! – his mother called him from the kitchen, when he arrived home – Don't you want Bolognese?
- I don't want any! – he answered rashly going to his room and slamming the door behind, startling his younger brother and sister in the living room, where they were playing a board game.
- Man, what's his deal? – his 16 year old sister complained, while Petruccio, who was no more than 13, stared at his room suprised.
- Yeah, I wonder... – his mom, Maria agreeded.
The darkened room was filled with Ezio's grumbling, paicing back and forth within it, muttering words to himself.
- What was up with him?! His reaction, the macarons... Why?!
Suddenly his voice turned drousy, and the attemp to contain the tears made him seat on his bed.
- Why? Did I... Do something wrong?
He silently pressed his lips together, clenching his fists, trembling as he did so, sustaining the tears in. Then, his phone vibrated on his desk and he immediately stood up to get it.
It was a message from Leonardo.
- I'm sorry...- Ezio read it out loud, nothing more than a whisper- Leonardo...
Pier Residence, same time
- I told you you shouldn't have. – Salai's voice came out of the paper cup, cold and indifferent. Leonardo cringed at such statement – You belong to me, so act like it.
He nodded his head, gulping silently.
- You know that, don't you?
- I know.
Leonardo sounded melancholic and answered one more time before finishing the call.
- I know it too well.
And then he went to bed, his heart consumed with guilt and his mind filled with Ezio's hurt face.
Another world
A yellow, glowing thread floats inches above the ground of the wasteland the white-hooded man crosses. He follows it silently, his amber eyes shining under the hood and his expression of seriousness standing out thanks to the beard he had. His mouth had a tiny scar.
The winds blows gently, not muffling the sound of his firm footsteps upon the dry land. When he reaches a large boulder and tries to peek, an intense light comes and with it, a strong wind, but only for a mere second. When the light vanishes, the white-cloaked man examines the new surroundings.
He had entered a new domain. One which blue colours preservere the most; Sad tones of sorrow and slumber are constant. Dull pink shades are also present, purples and violets added to the mixture as well. All of these give a feeling of mystic and mystery to the place, which is huge. Giant, rotten, stuffed toys with the same colours fill the entire domain too, making all look like some sort of giant, lost dollhouse wasteland. Their plastic eyes torn out, the cotton exposes to the bitter action of the air itself, which scatters mist in all its surrounding areas and inner streets.
The cloaked man is not intimidated by the aspect of the dreadful place he had just tresspassed. As he begins exploring by walking forward, a voice comes from the dephts of the domain:
Go home. Go home. Go home. Go home.
It echoes throughout the air, making the white-hooded man stop his pace for a while. When the sounds ceases to be, he takes a deep breath and stares at the the light purple sky, where a great mansion floats above the domain. And that's where the yellow thread is headed to. His destination.
When the man begins walking again, he is assaulted by an enourmous, primitive tank, which made him fly along with it. The rapid contact with the harsh ground as he falls onto it, makes wounds open, blood spilling madly out of them. As he stands up in pain, the several rashes on his clothes regenarate and his blood disappears. The humongous tank quickly starts heading towards him, and he faces it until almost getting crushed by it. Thankfully, he dodges it in time but small knifes come out of its wheels, piercing the white-cloaked man and reopening his wounds.
He then goes along with the speed of the tank's wheels at a tremendous speed until the knifes grow longer and twitch, throwing the man into the air and onto the rough ground. The wounds begin healing again, but before he can get up, a foot stomps on top of him, making him unable to move.
Then a dull-coloured macaron falls onto his face.
And another, and another, and another.
Each colour is different, yet still dull.
The hostile voice begins echoing once more. The white-hooded man glares at his enemy with a defeated, humiliated look.
He seemed young, wearing a creepy grin in his nice, fair, angelic features. His deep, blue eyes stand out, as well as his brownish ginger, long curls. He dresses finely: A blue silk tunic, which goes until his thighs. Its long sleeves are fluffly and pompous, and his belt held the tunic decorated with red and golden colours, which are few compared to the blue. His grey tights make his slim legs stand out, his black shoes combining with it. He holds several macarons close to his chest, not caring if his clothes got dirty or not.
And he throws them onto the white-cloaked man one by one, a devilish grin combining badly with his angelic face.
And the voice keeps echoing.
Go home! Go home! Go home! Go home!
Real World, 4th day, lunch time
- I can't believe I'm eating alone again... – Ezio whined, taking his tupperware filled with his lunch- Yusuf's a goody-goody no-show! How could he do this to me?
He sighed, drinking the tomato juice his mom had made for him. A girl and a boy from his Languages class approached him.
- Oh, hey Rosa...Antonio...- he greeted them- What do you want?
- Hey, Ezio! There's going to be an outdoors party near the Plaza on Saturday. – the short dark-haired girl said enthusiastically – Me and Antonio are going. Wanna come with us? You can drag someone along too!
Ezio glanced at Leonardo, who was nearby, eating his own lunch.
- I'm –I'm not sure... – he vaguely responded; When Leonardo locked eye contact with him, he was tempted to say yes, but it was only for a second – Nah, I'll pass.
- Awww, come on, Ezio! Don't be a chicken!
- Calm down, Rosa. I'm sure Ezio has a good reason not to go. Besides, we can always find someone else.
- Yeah, I'm sure he does! But at least he could tell us!
- He might not want to-
- Pfft! – she scoffed, interrupting him – I'm sick of your politeness!
Then, they began bickering each other, but Ezio was no longer paying the due attention. He was busy glancing over at Leonardo sadly.
Morning Glory Consultation Room
- Uhh...So...- the coach stuttered, blushing, her sport shoes squeaking a bit as she did so- I kinda want to ask him out, it's just that...It's sorta difficult to just go talk to him...
- Just confess, Caterina – the counselor advised her kindly – It won't do you any good to stay put like that.
- It isn't that easy! – Caterina explained, slightly chuckling, her cheeks flushed in tinges of red – I mean, it's not that my looks aren't reasonable, I'm just not very ladylike in front of-
Suddenly Ezio opened the door, interrupting Caterina's sentence.
- Heh?! Coach?! What are you doing here?
Caterina yelped at his sight.
- A-a s-student?! See ya, Cesare! Thanks for the coffee, I gotta go! – she quickly replied, standing uo from the couch and leaving using the other door – Also, this is completely between us, Cesare! Between us!
And the she slammed the door closed.
- Ciao!- the other man greeted him- Anything on your mind?
- I see... – Cesare said, after Ezio's explanation- So...You're wondering if he hates you.
- Si... – Ezio afirmed, sipping a bit of the cappucino Cesare had made for him.
- I'm pretty sure that Leonardo isn't in an easy place either, so... Try to understand. – the counselor told him kindly, sitting next to Ezio on the couch – Also...Ezio, was it?
The electric, blue eyes stared at him with a comprehensive expression.
- You know, when I saw you, I knew right away that you were one of kind. – the older man admitted with a gentle smile – It was your eyes...They're special.
- Uh? – Ezio returned Cesare the gaze, with suprised, amber eyes.
- They're the eyes of a person who has never known hatred – the counselor explained.
- Are they? – Ezio replied indifferently, nodding his head.
- It's good to have no enemies, but it's normal to make some unintentionally along the way.
- Normal?
- Si. You just have to accept it. It's only up for you to decide if you wish to fight back or not. – Cesare said, smiling widely – Whoever this boy is, you must decide if you want to hurt him or not. It's all a matter of choice.
Ezio did not reply, drinking some more of his coffee instead.
- Your heart is hurt, right? – the other man asked, resting his hand onto Ezio's shoulder, while the other nodded his head again - I know it does. Although it pains you, it won't bleed or form a wound. Someone else helps you bear that sort of pain for you.
- Someone else? – the student repeated in a awe of disbelief, finding that idea quite odd.
- Yes. No matter how bad it seems, it's all a trick of the mind. It'll all work out in the end. So, don't worry about it, ok?
Ezio nodded. Even though Cesare's words seemed to treat him like a kid, they were kind of...Comforting. The other man simply smiled.
- Want more sugar?
Hallway, afternoon
Someone that helps me bear the pain...
Those words kept echoing in Ezio's head.
It does sound strange but... Somehow... I feel like it's true.
Ezio almost laughed at his credulousness, but then he heard a voice coming from one of the classrooms he passed by.
- Don't stay here for too long, okay?
Ezio glanced inside. It was the Fine Arts Classroom. Only one person was within its walls: None other than Leonardo himself, who sat in front of a sketch drawn on a canvas, depicting the bust of a person, probably a classmate.
-It's amazing! – Ezio exclaimed, approaching him with an expression of wonder. When Leonardo noticed his presence, he didn't even smile at the comment.
- Ezio... This isn't going to work out. – he answered sadly – No matter how much you'll want to be my friend... I can't be your-
- There's a party!
He interrupted Leonardo rashly, making the art student suprised, staring at Ezio, who was smiling widely.
- A...party!
- Yes! Let's go together! Saturday night!
- I-I can't...- he stuttered, avoiding Ezio's amber eyes.
- Why not?
- I...I just can't, that's it. Ezio, you'll only get hur-
- I won't get hurt!
The blond man stared at his determination, shocked by such firm words.
- No matter what happens, it's all a trick of the mind. I won't get hurt, Leonardo.
The blond student's breaths began weaking, almost touched by what he was saying. His glasses reflected the sunlight as his own blue eyes widened.
- Let's go see different things together!
Many things...With many, many colours...
Leonardo thought, tears of joy clinging and holding themselves into his cloudy, blue eyes, staring at Ezio's smile with a scar with wonder.
Another world
A world of many colours.
The white-hooded man adjusts his metal vambraces and with a click, various bullets fly out of his hidden gun, not sucessly damaging the war machine enough, which was heading towards him.
The eagles fly in the blue sky.
The bullets are enormous and effective, but not against this monster. So the white-cloaked man jumps, passing above the angelic adversary's spot, where he controlled the tank. The only gap in the destructive machine.
The ocean mirrors the blue of the sky.
As he is about to shoot a powerful buller into his enemy's skull, several chains enclasp him like snakes and push him against a flat wall, making a huge sound. He look sup, grinding his teeth, clenching his fists emprisioned by the golden chains.
The deep azure is heaven's ocean.
An icy eye opens in the sky and stares down at the trapped man. The voice keeps repeating the same hostile words again to the Intruder. The white-hooded man looks at his side and far from him, he sees a mysterious blond man, wearing a light blueish green tunic decorated with golden threads, where the white shirt underneath is visible in some areas. The tunic goes until his tighs, his pants brown and his boots made of leather. His sleeves are large, pompous and he wears a red hat on his golden head. His nose is sprinkled with freckles, his cloudy, blue eyes are cold and silent. His red cape sways with the wind and in his hands he holds golden chains.
In the blue of the sky, heaven's tears lie.
The tank approachs the chained man and thousands of knifes fly out of a secret compartment, making his wounds reopen once more, this time blood spurls out incontrollaby. The white-cloaked man screams at the unbearable pain an they mingle with the voice scattered into thin air.
In the tears of heaven, the eagles fly.
The eye stares down with despise as the pain lastes. The knifes pierce over and over into his skin and no one obliges to his beggiful expression. His amber eyes can only widen at the wounds, holding back the non-existent tears, bearing the pain onto every single surface of his body like a helpless puppet, a lifeless shell. Getting hurt for another.
And the voice and the screams linger and blend... Filling up the mysterious domain.
A mysterious world with many, many colours.
End of chapter 1
So, that's it! I hope you enjoyed it! I know it's stupid and long, but I like the idea. I'm working on the other chapters, if you're interested.
Oh! And the end of each chapter, I'll give a bit of information about the characters, two per chapter more precisely.
Ezio Auditore
An 18 year old with a lot of guts and a lot of energy. He learns Languages at Rome's Public University, as well as his friends Yusuf Tazim, Rosa and Antonio. He plays basketball at the club as well, where Yusuf is the manager and Caterina Sforza is the coach. He has an older brother, Federico, who already left home, a 16 year old sister named Claudia, and a little brother, Petruccio, of 13 years old. His parents are called Giovanni and Maria. They moved from Florence to Rome, since Ezio entered the university there. Giovanni went for a business trip to Instanbul, leaving his wife and kids alone.
Ezio has bright, amber eyes like an eagle's, and he has a tiny scar on his mouth, which he got from fighting against his biggest enemy at high school, Vieri. His brown hair is long, which he ties in a ponytail. He wears a modern sweat-shirt with a hoodie which its sleeves go until his elbows and a wooden necklace around his neck and collarbone. He also wears blue pants and sportish shoes.
Ezio is quite the excited fellow, getting amazed at everything very easily. He is also slightly dense, not understanding things as quickly as others do. He loves italian food and ice cream, often eating it with his best friend Yusuf. People say that he's a great pal, but that it's hard to understand what goes on his mind.
Plus, he has a crush on Leonardo, he just hasn't realized yet. XD
If you want to know how his other version looks like, and how his canon self is like in the original AC games, search for: Ezio Auditore da Firenze asssassin's creed wiki
Yusuf Tazim
Not much is known about Yusuf's past. According to Ezio, they have known each other since kindergarden, and have always been best friends since then. The same goes for his family. All that is known is that his parents were Turkish, and they moved from Instanbul to Italy in search of a better life. They raised Yusuf there, eventually meeting Ezio. He is a Languages student as well, being the manager of the basketball team where Ezio is.
Yusuf has dark, messy hair, bright, green eyes and a scruffy beard. He has a tiny braid lying on his right shoulder too. He wears a demin jacket, and a diagonally stripped, brown and orange t-shirt. He has dark green jeans and sport shoes as well.
Yusuf is a cheerful, determined guy. He used to be quite the oddball, dragging Ezio to adventures and places that they shouldn't go to in their younger days, but lately he has become more serious and tries to act a little more grown up. Ezio admits this later on. Yusuf is always mocking Ezio for his attachment to Leonardo, and he frequently calls the art student Messer da Vinci, even after he discovers the first name.
If you want to know how his other version looks like, and how his canon self is like in the original AC games, search for: Yusuf Tazim assassin's creed wiki
Vocabulary:
Si – Yes
Messer – Mister
Pronto! – Done/ there
Mio Dio – Oh my god
Leone – Lion
Ciao – Hello/ Hi
Arriverdeci - Bye
Characters belong to Ubisoft and the plot is based entirely on the Black Rock Shooter animated series. I own nothing except my writing and my modern version of the characters.