Okay, this is my first fanfiction EVER, and I'm not a expert with the writting-thing in english, so I have got a lot of help from friends and my new and fantastic beta: Mismatch-Lover.

*Do check her fanfictions!*

This is with my OC Oria and yes, it will be a Ezio/OC thing :P

By the way, the italian... I don't have anybody to help me with that besides the game and google, so you may find mistakes there !

Well, shall we cast us into it?

The day I found myself in Florence

Owww...
Okay, what are the chances for something good when you suddenly can't remember anything and pain is the only feeling in your entire body? Not good…

There was only darkness before my eyes. My mind was empty; only a name was filling it slightly. Oria. My eyes were closed. The only thing that I could feel was pain; pain in my head, my back, arms… in my entire body. When I finally opened my eyes, the only thing I could see was this light color of yellow and slight brown mixed together to create an even warmer color. It was poking me. Okay, that was weird. Why was something long and thin poking me?

Suddenly, I realized that it was hay; I was surrounded by hay...so, I was in a haystack! Great. But why was I in a haystack? Seriously? That didn't make any sense at all.

I finally pulled myself up from the hay, making the pain scream throughout me, and make me flinch. After I had taken some deep breaths, I looked around, finally feeling confused through the confusion. Well, lucky for me people weren't staring. Actually, it was like they hadn't even seen me. That made me happy because how embarrassing wouldn't that have been if there had been a dozen people staring at me, while I crawled out of a haystack?

I looked around and sighed. I couldn't understand this. How the hell did I forget everything? I didn't even know what I looked like, how old I was, why I was here, and where "here" was… there was only that name, Oria. I guess my name was Oria… It didn't make any sense, but nothing here did make sense. I brushed off the hay and some of the dust that was covering my clothes and hair—my brown hair, I found out.

I looked around. Every building was mostly painted in red and white, maybe a little brownish hint to it all, but there were a lot of them, and some of these buildings had patterns on them. It was beautiful. Some buildings even seemed to reach the sky. The open spaces between the buildings formed large and small streets, and people walked around with their heads full of the errands they were suppose to do I imagined.

The haystack I had just been in was near a small alley, and obviously didn't get much attention. It was a pretty random place to have a haystack, I must say. I turned my head straight up, now staring up a tall building, which stood like a titan over me. I felt like a midget.

"Okay, calm down Oria, you just woke up in a totally random and unknown place, nothing to be hysterical about." Hell yes, that was one stupid attempt to calm myself a little, but at least I tried. I sighed deeply, trying to make sense of all this, but nothing did. Nothing at all.

I decided to take a little walk in the streets; just to look around and hopefully find a place to stay. Because sleeping in a haystack was okay, but not something I actually wanted to do.

But as soon I began to walk in the open streets, I found out that every place I went, people were staring at me. Some even looked shocked. It was really uncomfortable. So I decided that it was best to get my ass moving away from the crowd. But while I was on my way, a thought hit me: why the hell did they stare so much at me? I couldn't be that ugly, could I? Did I have something on my face? This made me run—surprisingly fast, too. I had to find out why people were staring so much at me. I just had to. Otherwise, how was I suppose to find a place to stay? Or even ask for some help?

I lost focus and didn't catch most of the surroundings that went by in my speed.

Out of nowhere, it was like everything got black for a moment, until I felt some small hands against me, holding me up. It was like all the strength in my body had just disappeared, had drowned in the pain that overpowered me. It surprised me for a moment, but the hands never let go of me.

"Are you alright?" a voice said, a woman; I could tell. I blinked my eyes quickly, trying to get my eyes to focus. I lifted my head, and I found myself looking up at a pretty woman who looked kind, but also slightly worried.

"Ye-yeah, I'm fine, thank you," I said in a shaky voice, getting up on my own two feet.

"You're welcome," she just said. I looked closely at her; she had brown hair and dark eyes. The hair was tied tightly together at the back, and she was wearing a purple-colored dress. On her arm hung a basket with food in it—which just reminded me of something. I was actually starving. And shortly after, my whole stomach was growling loudly, showing its dissatisfaction with its emptiness. The woman looked at me with a smile upon her lips, and suddenly asked:

"What's your name?"

"Oria… I think."

"You think?"

"Yeah… actually I can't remember anything at all, and when I was walking out in the street everybody was looking at me, like they were looking at a ghost or something…"
The women grinned slightly and looked at me with a pitying look that I didn't understand.

"Well, that would probably be your clothes' doing," she said. I blinked.

My clothes? I thought for a moment, and took the time to look down at myself. I must say, I didn't find anything about my clothes that could give the people an excuse to have stared at me so much. Just because I wore a long, black cardigan with some golden embroidery, a shirt underneath, some dark pants, a big belt and some boots that got up to my knees – and not a dress fit for a woman – my gaze went from my clothes to the woman's long dress, and I began to understand that something was really wrong.

The woman seemed to understand this, but she kept quiet about the subject.

"Well, do you have a place to stay? Since you can't remember…"

"No, I don't, I guess..." I answered slowly, and suddenly realized the whole situation.

I. Was. Fucked.

"Well, you can come with me then. Maybe I can get my master to let you work for him and his family. They are very kind people. Just until this "situation" gets cleared up."

Well, it was a start, I thought. But didn't even know what I had just got myself into.

"Thank you so much!" I gushed. To have a place for now was for the best and did save me from sleeping in a haystack.

"Don't worry about it, I am glad to help. My name is Annetta, by the way."

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Annetta," I said with a smile on my face, the first one since I woke up.

"Me too, Oria."

We began to walk slowly, she didn't seem to have to hurry or anything, which I liked very much: my body still ached with pain, but why it did so was a mystery to me.

"So, can you tell me the name of this city?"

"You are in Florence, in Italy."
"Florence…" I whispered, which made Annetta look at me with a small smile
on her lips. Well, now I knew where I was, and the fact that I was in Italy did explain why my name was Italian and why I was talking Italian. Slowly, we moved out from the small street we were on, and then it hit me. Wouldn't people still look at me?

Annetta saw my concern and gave me a little friendly pat on the back; like it would be alright. But that just send a long trail of pain through my whole body. I held the pain inside me just so Annetta wouldn't become aware of it just yet.

"Don't worry, just act like nothing's wrong, and people will let it pass. Trust me, you are not the first woman to walk in pants." She smiled and blinked to me. (Easier said than done, I would say) I could not help but smile at her, happy that she didn't think like everyone else – and hadn't found out about the pain. I could relax around her, and we talked on the way to this so- called work of hers.

I was in total shock when I saw the house… no, palazzo. It was amazing! I looked from the palazzo to Annetta and to the palazzo again. Not completely believing my eyes, I was amazed by the riches of the hour, but I already knew that there were far more stunning buildings in this city. Annetta didn't wait for me and began to walk inside the palazzos' front garden, which was more like an outside hall. I followed on her heels, looking to every corner, amazed about everything.

"So, do you think this Master of yours really would allow me—you know, a totally stranger—to work for him?" Annetta turned to look at me and smiled again; I was still wondering how she could smile so much, I had not smiled that much, but then again, I didn't really have a reason to do so. I just looked seriously at her.

"Messer Giovanni Auditore is a nice and understanding man. He is one of the few with a brain. When he hears your story, he won't be able to kick you out the door, so don't worry!" Well, that didn't really calm me down, but I just kept my mouth shut. I was going to find out just what kind of man this Giovanni was.

But before we got into the palazzo, I pulled gently on Annetta's clothes and she looked questioningly at me with a look that said that I could continue with my question.

"What will your Master say to these clothes of mine?" She looked at me with surprise, but then her face warmed and a soft giggle left her.

"Don't worry. Mr. Giovanni is not like other men." Then she pulled the door to the palazzo open and let us in. Yet again I looked around, overwhelmed. I couldn't even really believe this yet. The hall we entered was big, with warm colors, plants and paintings on the walls. A large staircase rose from the floor like a dress.

Annetta left the basket on a little table in this big hall, and then walked over to a door where she knocked lightly. I just stood still, biting my bottom lip hoping that everything would turn out alright.

We got permission to enter, and soon I faced this Giovanni man. Well, he looked reasonable enough.

He was sitting at a large, dark desk in a big room, which certainly was his office. Like in the hall, the walls in the office had a dark brownish-red color, a few paintings and a plant or two. Behind the desk stood a bookshelf filled with books and other random things. Papers covered the desk almost entirely.

I was totally silent, didn't say a word. Giovanni looked at us, scanning me a lot actually. I could see how he pressed his eyebrows a bit assessing me. He took a good, long look at my clothes, and I began to hope that what Annetta had said was right. Then his attention went to Annetta again.

"And who is this?" he asked.

"Her name is Oria. I found her in the streets today when I was buying some food. The poor girl has lost her memories, and I thought that she could work here for some time."

There was silence for a moment, and I began to get nervous, but then Giovanni's face lightened up, and he smiled at me.

"Of course she can. It's a pleasure to meet you, Oria."

"The pleasure is all mine," I was fast to reply. Happy about this, a big smile went on my lips. I couldn't thank him enough for this!

He just smiled back."I believe that you can help her getting her settled?" he said. It wasn't really a question, but Annetta just nodded happily and replied in the same tone.

"Certo!(of course)"

He smiled quickly and looked down at his papers again. That was our sign to leave, and we exited the office. Annetta took me to the kitchen; she could probably remember that big growl my stomach had made before, because the next thing she did was to ask me to sit down, while she brought some food on a plate. The kitchen did resembled the rest of the palazzo in the color scheme, but this time the walls were covered with tiles, big ones. The floor was made of them as well. The place I was sitting was like a little island, but did take a lot of the space. Some of the tables were also covered in the beautiful tiles.

While eating, I saw how Annetta began to make more food, cleaning and cleaning the dishes. There wasn't a lot and the dishes were done quickly. She was great at keeping her pace, even when I was sitting there, asking her one thing after another.

"So, what am I going to do here?" I asked, still stuffing food into my mouth. Yeah, I was more than just hungry, but she didn't look offended by it, but just smiled like before.

"You will help me clean, make the bedrooms and do the laundry."

"Bene, that sounds easy."

"But keep an eye on the two older Auditore brothers, they like girls very much - soprattutto quelle belle (especially beautiful ones)." I could hear her smile – only heard because her back was turned towards me, but her happy voice did reveal that she had nothing against the brothers. I giggled lightly.

"Then there is nothing to worry about." She looked at me, then raised an eyebrow, while a crooked smile took shape on her lips.

"How do you know? When have you looked at yourself in a mirror?"

"It sounded like you were saying that I am beautiful!" I teased. Not even knowing how I looked like, except for the brown hair, which was falling over my shoulders, almost begging me to get washed and put up in a ponytail.

"Who said I wasn't?" Okay, she knew how to say things, but that sounded more like what a boy would say to a girl than, yeah, a girl to another girl. I didn't reply to that one, just let it past. But Annetta didn't let the silence last long.

"When you're finished eating, I will go make the bath ready for you and some clean clothes." A bath sounded wonderful to my ears, and I was already excited to get all this dirt off of me.

After a little while, Annetta was showing me where the bathroom was. Well, this bathroom wasn't so outstanding like the rest of the palazzo, but then again, we were only servants after all. And for a servant this was quite nice.

"Here you go. Just leave your clothes there, and I will wash them for you while you bathe. I will come with some clean clothes; you can use in the mean time." I looked at her and smiled. I really appreciated this.

"Thank you so much for everything!" She just smiled, and then went out the door to retrieve some clothes. I heard the door close, and I began to pull my clothes off. It was actually nice to get them off. I felt like my skin could breathe once again. But the more I took off, the more surprised I got from all the sharp tools I found, hiding in all kind of different places in my clothes. There were small knives, a dagger and so on. I looked at them, didn't know what to do with these, so I quickly hid them in a little bag I found. Strangely enough, it was like fate had handed me the bag. I thought about telling Annetta about these tools, but I quickly erased that thought. Because how would I explain it? Why would a young girl like me have tools like that on her? Hm?

Well, setting all that aside, I then saw a mirror, and thought that this was the time to see how I looked like. I wasn't fully naked, but almost as good as.

I took a deep breath, and then looked into the mirror. My eyes froze, not by the looks of myself, no, but the looks of all those bruises I had all over my skin. I threw my open shirt on the floor, just looking in the mirror. What the hell had happened to me? It was when I had thrown my shirt on the floor, that I found a grayish bandage around my left forearm. It was small and easy to hide. I didn't get the time to take it off before I got interrupted.

"Oh mio Dio (my God), what has happened to you?" I quickly turned around, in shock. When the hell had Annetta come in? My eyes dilated as I looked at her, I didn't know what to say or do. I just held my hands against my chest, hiding the bandage. She came swiftly over to me, turned me around as she looked at my back.

"Oh my, I will get you some medicine right away - why didn't you say that you were hurt?" She talked fast and her voice was filled with anxiety.

"Well, I didn't know… I just couldn't remember that I was hurt." Yeah right, bullshit, I hadn't felt anything but pain since I woke up.

"Get into the bath fast, and I will clean your bruises. I will be right back with something for those wounds of yours!" Then she almost ran out of the room, the door slammed and left me all alone once again. My head almost couldn't follow the speed.

I looked over my shoulder while I kept my hair in my hands at my chest, then I took a look at my back in the mirror.

My back was filled with dried blood and bruises, and I almost got a shock when I saw this. After a few steps I was in the warm water, and it was thrilling to feel it. It almost gave me goose bumps. The blood that touched the water began to slowly dissolve, and made the water slightly red.

With my back to the door I just sat quietly, waiting for Annetta to come back again. I heard how the door open up, and I turned half way around, expecting to see Annetta, but instead I just heard the deep voice and saw the figure in the door. I felt how my whole body became stiff.

"Annetta have you seen my bro—." A young man looked at me with big eyes. This was not something he had expected, that's for sure! He just stood there while he began to realize what he saw. It felt like years passed by before he said anything and I finally realized what was happening.

"Well, hello bella (beauty), have you seen Annetta?" I flushed scarlet. I was in a bath, totally naked, and then this young handsome… okay scratch that, man looking at me like it was the most natural thing in the whole world. Help here?

"Eh? N-no – GET OUT!" I yelled at the top of my lungs while throwing the soap at him. And he just laughed while he easily dodged the flying soap.

"Prendere bellezza facile, (take it easy beauty) you have nothing to be shy about." But then he suddenly looked seriously at me, like he had found out… shit, the bruises. With a fast move I almost submerged my whole body into the water to hide, and turned my back away from him. Well, this was fucking embarrassing.

"You do know that you can see through water, right?" He smiled. That idiot. I finally realized that no matter what I did, he could turn this to his use, and I didn't even know the guy.

"YOU IDIOTA, BASTARDO! VATTENE! (Get out)"I screamed and finally he did so. My whole face was red, and he knew this. What a day. I sighed, but I couldn't calm down just yet.

"Oh, ser Ezio, what are you doing here?" I froze. That was Annetta and she was talking to that guy. Ser? Oh no, don't say that I just yelled at Giovanni's son? Tell me that I just didn't!

"I was actually looking for you, but I can see you have your hands full, so I will just come back later." He glanced at me one last time, with a crooked smile on his lips. I didn't listen to them anymore, I couldn't take it any longer. But it was no near over yet.

"I can see you met ser Ezio." Annetta smiled at me, looking at my red face. Oh just kill me now, God!

"… Is he Mr. Giovanni's son?" I asked, biting my bottom lip, hoping for the best, but I could already see on Annetta's face that I was correct.

"Yes, that's Ezio Auditore, second oldest son in the family," she replied as she came closer to me and began to wash my back, causing the pain to scream in my body, but I held my scream in.

"Oh Dio, sono così licenziato!(Oh God, I am so fired!)" Annetta smiled lightly—well, I couldn't be sure, but I could certainly feel it; it was like it was burning a hole in my back.

"Don't worry, Ezio isn't that kind of man, trust me, he is only thinking it as funny."

"Yeah right, funny he is the only one with that thought!"

"But Ser Ezio sure has his charms, does he not?" I didn't say anything to that. For a few moments, I couldn't stop my thoughts about this Ezio guy.

"I don't think so! The guy just kept staring at me!" I cried out.

"Like I said before, the Auditore brothers like beautiful girls! Such as yourself." With that she poured a lot of water over my head to wash the soap out that she had put in my hair after taken care of my back and other bruises on my body - but surely also to keep my mouth shut, because she knew I would deny it.

*Note: if the words "Læs fonetisk" is in the text ignore it, it's not supposed to be there, but doesn't remove it when I try so - I'm sorry!*

So now you have read the first chapter from my Fanfiction, and I really hope you like it and will follow it :)

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