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       Dear Readers,

       Hey guys, sorry I haven't been on here in a while, it's because I don't write fan fiction anymore, I now write what I want to which I want to publish into a book, so I can't exactly post any samples in here ^ ^; Please forgive me for my absence, you can kill me because I was too lazy to tell you all sooner. In other words, I'm not going to be on DeviantArt anymore on this account, but you may watch my other account, PsychoticInk, for drawings since I just got a tablet for Christmas hella and other art that isn't digital.
       [Sweats] I'm still going to keep this account for your love and messages, so talk to me anytime, I don't bite! (◕‿◕✿)
       Anyways, that means Ezio x Reader is officially discontinued, so I might as well explain the ending.
       Don't kill me, but the reader dies. She gets killed by a bullet straight in the head and there is a funeral about her with all the soldiers crying and everything. After she dies, it then goes to Ezio's point of view and it explains who she got killed by and how he loved her presence around him, in which means that he loved her. During the funeral, Ezio finds a white rose in a bush of other red roses and puts the white rose between her fingers in her coffin before she's buried.
       Don't question on why I gave the reader a bad ending, I give like, all of my characters a bad ending because it's a rule. I hope you enjoyed the story and thank you all for waiting three months just for this. I shall take my leave now, bye bye!

       With Love,

       PS, Here's what I wrote as a draft for Part 6 before I stopped...

Blood continued to seep through your wounds as you heard another gag from your mother. Lifting up your head with all the strength you had left from your paralysis of pain, the scene of  your guardian's, long, black hair being pulled from the grimy fingers of a Templar burned in your eyes. Slowly, your vision started to get blurry and shaky due to blood loss while you were pressed against the ground, helpless. The view of seeing your mother in agony made the Templar smirk, not a hint of sympathy appeared in his eyes. Only the impurity of the psychopathy in his soul.
       With the opposite hand the knight used to pull on the elder woman's hair, he drew out his sword. The sword was bigger than you thought it originally was; mostly likely due to the fact it was your first time seeing one. It wasn't as clean either, some of the shine that once shone was dulled in splatters of dirt and a reddish-brown substance that was once a liquid, most likely blood from other innocent people they also killed. He then raised the length of the sword to the side of her neck, adding pressure to draw more blood for his enjoyment as his lips curled into a soft grin. "I hope your husband regrets what he's done."

"Armour designs are going to be easier than I thought!" Leonardo said as he placed the measuring tape back in the cabinet, "Probably because you have a tiny waist and broader shoulders."
       "I'll take that as a compliment." You remarked, assuring yourself to hide the slight shakiness in your voice. You didn't know why you were nervous all of the sudden, probably because this was your first time on a task with Ezio. 'How cliché.' You thought. You also couldn't help but feel ridiculous; a general falling for an assassin, not exactly your average love story, but still. You heard rumors from collegues even including his sister, Claudia, that he's slept with a numerous amount of woman, in which didn't really suprise you due to the countless attempts of him trying to flirt with you.
       "Very well then," the voice dripping with a familiar Italian accent spoke, "how long do you suppose it will take?"
       "Due to comissions, the armour will be done by next week." Leonardo calculated as he focused on the sketching of the armour design and writing the measurements along the margin of the paper.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH-!" Your mother's scream blared in your ears as her head was slowly being decapitated. It sounded like an unpleasant symthpay with the sound of the blade cutting through the skin along with blood gushing from her neck and a sickening crack as the blade reached bone. With the keenness of the sword, the bone that held your mother's neck in place was cut right through and stopped as what sounded like a fish being gutted rang in your ears when the windpipe was cut from her throat, losing all oxygen to her brain, in which caused her to die instantly.
       You watched your mother die in complete terror as Marco
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Your parents were fighting again. This time, it was worse than the previous arguments since there was more sounds of glass shattering being heard from, objects being thrown around, yelling and shouting booming through the walls, and utter cries along with hands making abusive contact with skin.

        It's been happening for the last couple days since the first time you caught them fighting, except it was more frequent since the first time. It would average to about three to four times a day, you weren't sure why they were so angry that they would cause a ruckus three or four times in twenty-four hours and why they would take it out on each other. You've asked Laura about it constantly, but she would always brush you off or change the topic, sometimes when your parents are in an argument, she'd put her hands over your ears or even take you out of the house.

        "Hey, Laura?" You asked as you pulled her hands away from your ears by the time you both departed from your home.

        "Hm?" She said as she removed your hands from your ears and placed them on your shoulders. Due to her height towering over yours, she looked down at you with her brown eyes locking into your [Eye Color] ones. 

        "Why does Mom and Dad fight a lot?" Question filled into your eyes as they gazed back at her like a mirror.

        Laura sighed. "How many times are you going to ask that?"

        "Until I get an answer." You said as you kept eye contact with her.

        "...I hope you know that Mother and Father love each other very much." Laura stated briefly.

        "Of course I know that!" You exclaimed.

        "You might not think the same when I tell you the truth..." Laura lowered her voice as sorrow laminated her vocals, "Father's in huge debt due to betting a rather large amount of florins when he was playing Poker a few weeks back." she paused for a bit until she continued, "A few hours later, he became drunk and did undoubtedly bad things-"

        "What kind of bad things?" You asked innocently.

        Laura's lips formed into a flatter line of dismay. "Very bad can make many terrible mistakes as Father when you're in a drunken state."

        "But why are they fighting?" You questioned once again as you cocked your head a bit to the side like a cat.

        She slightly shuttered by hearing those words. "The Templars did him a favor and kept him from being executed due to his lethal...and sexual actions," she hesitated before finishing her sentence, "but he'd have to pay a certain amount of florins within a week or else our family will be executed." she then added one more thing that sent you casting down into an abyss of despair, "He only has three days to pay full debt..."         

The morning and afternoon seemed to go by pretty slow; it was misty for a few hours until the sun eventually started to rise while you were washing your clothes and made a few repairs to your pistol. You've seen Ezio pass by a few times, but he hasn't informed you on proceeding onto the mission yet, which made you serve no purpose in worrying, but for some odd reason, you were. You had a feeling you lacked allies by your side if anything went wrong, so you spent the last few hours drawing the troops together. 

        "Gentlemen!" you proclaimed, "I've gathered you all here for a specific reason!" you ambled between the two lines of soldiers as you tightened your black, leather gloves, "After we recently went to war with the Parthian Empire, I'm expecting all of you to comprehend something as simple as this."

        "Ma'am, yes, Ma'am!" Your men answered by shouting as they were originally ordered to.

        "Also," your tone softened as you stopped in your tracks, "please be careful, we've already lost plenty of our men." 

        "Ma'am, yes, Ma'am!" Placing their right arm behind their back, they saluted you with their left hand. You cared for your men as if they were your children; you rarely yelled at them roughly like usual military captains would do and always had all ears on the cadets when they needed to be heard. You were almost like a mother to them, a counselor even. Some of your cadets had depression or been traumatized in their past life from a member of their family's death, so you'd always talk to them or give them comfort about once a week (though you thought that wasn't enough for them). Of course, it was a lot of work to take care of, but you managed to make room in your agenda for weekly sessions. You did this because you knew how it felt like to lose someone so important to you.  

        "Alright then," you said, "you can now eat lunch, you may prepare yourselves afterwards." The soldiers then quietly took place elsewhere from their lines and chose what they desired from a rather large variety of food cooked by Claudia, the third eldest of the Auditore family. "I'd like to thank you, Claudia for sacrificing your time to cook lunch for my men."

        "No need to thank me," she insisted, "it's my pleasure to help feed empty stomachs for those who survived the lethal war with the Parthian Empire." It was silent for a while between you two as you both watched the cadets eating their food and enjoying themselves with their friends, it was something rare for you to witness since they occupied most of their time in combat training or at war. For the first time in a very long time, you slightly smiled to the sight of your men finally being happy like they once where when they arrived back at home in Rome, Italy. 

        "What's with all these men eating in the garden?" Ezio inquired, in which surprised you a bit with him speaking so suddenly without making an entrance, probably a instinctive habit he has from being an assassin. 

        "These men are Miss [Name]'s soldiers," Claudia explained, "they're for backup on your mission." 

        "You never told me this." Ezio's voice dropped a few tones deeper as his brown orbs looked at you with an unnerving gaze.

        "They don't have to come," you said, "either way is fine with me." You stood tall and strong, but due to Ezio's height, he still towered over you. 

        "It doesn't matter," Ezio spoke, "as long as they don't get in the way or tamper with the mission." He then sauntered away in the villa to prepare without hesitation nor urge on stopping as you followed along with him, doing the same. 

"Shut up!" Your mother yelled in aggravation, "Just shut up!" 

        "What's the point of this argument?!" Your father retaliated, "We're all going to die without a doubt, can we at least be more kind to each other and spend more time with our children?!"

        "Riccardo, please," Your mother's tone softened, as if becoming vulnerable, "not in front of them."

        "What does it matter anymore?!" he erupted in irritation, "We can't keep this secret anymore, we need to apprise them!"

        "That it's your fault!" 

        "You knew I've been drinking heavily, but you've never done anything about it!" Your father's remark kept her mouth shut.

        "What's going on?" Marco asked in a perplexed manner. 

        Your mother glared at your father, "It's nothing to be worried about, Marco," she reassured, "your father's just going through some pretty heavy things."

        "Lies!" your father loudly shouted, "It's going to be more than 'pretty heavy things' when the Templars arrive!" You immediately knew what he was talking about. Your sister was right, your family was going to die.

        "Riccardo-" Your mother's yelling was interrupted by the sound of the front door bursting open.

        "There they are!" A tall man dressed in a familiar attire of full suits of chainmail, covered in a white tabard with a red steel helm covering concealing his identity and a large, bold, red cross openly located across his chest called out, "Bind their hands and feet together!" In panic, you tried to flee out of the house as you quickly dismounting your chair, but before you could take a full step away from the chair, a Templar briskly grabbed the back of the collar of your shirt and maliciously threw you to the floor towards three other Templars who attempted to restrain you from freedom of moving away. 

        "Laura-!" Before you could say another word, one of the three Templars that gathered around you gagged you by tying a red cloth around your mouth, muffling your cries and screams. You glanced at your surroundings as you gazed at the sight of your family being harshly beaten and vanquished.

        "The children!" your mother bawled out, nearly in tears, "Please free the children!" 

        "Children or not, they'll be disciplined no matter what!" The taller Templar shouted as he started to gag her from her screaming and binding her wrists and ankles together from her thrashing for escape. Your older brother, Marco, was slammed face first against the floor as his fragile skin collided with the cold, solid wood, bruising his right cheek with a purple mark, accompanied by a few hints of yellow and red along with the purple.

        Taking your attention off Marco for a short period of time, your eyes slightly widened as your father rashly shoved a Templar onto the floor and promptly took the nearest object within arm's length in which was a chair, using all of his strength in striking the Templar with a chair. Only a few hits were made, but you could hear the sound of painful cries and bones cracking echo through the room, an utterance that will never vacate your memory. Almost immediately, the taller Templar impacted your father against the wall and rested a keen blade across his neck.

        "Harm anymore knights and you'll be the first to have your throat slit." He spat as he pressed the blade deeper into your father's neck, deep enough to draw more than a few drops of blood. The room went completely silent for a few seconds, though it seemed like hours, while the Templar finally lowered his blade off your father's neck. Even though he let out a slight sigh of relief, he was terrified deep down inside the void of his heart. 

        "This is going to be fun." Another Templar said as he lightly smirked while pinning Marco to the ground. "What should we do with these brats?" He asked.

        "Let them watch," the tallest man answered, "it's more fun that way." The Templar near Marco smirked wider, malice cascading in his dull, glassy eyes; the only hint of life that's left in him. Walking over to your mother, the taller man harshly kicked her to the ground showing no empathy and lethally punted her stomach with the head of his foot. As his foot made contact with her stomach, she gagged, blood seeping through the cloth tied around her mouth.

"Where are we going again?" You inquired as both you and Ezio strolled through the village of Tuscany.

        "We're meeting with a friend of mine who could equip you with body armor and protection," Ezio spoke,  "along with a possible upgrade for your pistol."

        "I kind of need a few adjustments anyway," you stated as you felt your revolver, "it can get a bit stubborn to handle at times." You could feel Ezio smirk as he turned the knob of a door that seemed divergent compared to the other doors.

        "Ah! You must be [Last Name]!" Leonardo greeted in his usual optimistic tone as he shook your hand, "If I could recall, you're Italy's military captain?"

        "Yes." You clarified while your hand extended back to your side as soon as Leonardo's hand withdrew from yours.

        "Amazing! I've always wanted to be a weapons engineer for the military's combat equipment!" He practically awed as he intertwined his hands together.

        "Really?" You asked, a bit intrigued by his comment.

        "It's been a dream I've had since I was seven!" 

        You slightly smiled, "I'm glad to hear that---" you remarked, "what did you have in mind on equipping me?" 

        "Would you mind if I could take a few measurements to see whatever fits you?" Leonardo asked as he acquired measuring tape from a nearby drawer.

        Your muscles tensed up a bit; were you really sure you didn't mind a stranger that you've met only a minute ago touch you in undetermined places? He is a friend of Ezio's nonetheless and he (Ezio) is sitting on a stool a few feet away from you. It's only for measurements after all.

In panic, you let out a thunderous cry as you aggressively struggled through the bindings, though they were far too tight to loosen up the slightest. "Shut up, brat!" A Templar with a whip roared as he belligerently lashed your back brutal enough to tear through the threads of your shirt and strike the bare skin of your back. You winced in pain as you jolted upward in sudden shock while you felt a burning sensation within your spine along with a few streaks of blood traveling down the small of your back. 

        The tallest Templar nearest to your mother then gripped his hand around the midnight silk of her hair and forcefully yanked upward to crane her to face him. "I'm going to kill you along with this shitty family while your husband is going to lay there helpless and watch."

This was supposed to be the last part, whoops, there's only a few parts left until the story is finally completed, stay tuned!

Ezio x Soldier!Reader-That Makes The Two Of Us (5)
Putting a few mature content warnings just encase.

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Sechiko by Beware-Of-Cat
It's been two hours since I've seen Dan. I'm kind of worried about him; is he hurt? Is he in trouble? Is he getting chased? I feel like I'm a mother duck watching over my duckling, but Dan is the only friend I can contact from this closed space compared to the other closed spaces. Without him, I'd be lonely for a rather long time...too long...

        "Dan?" I called out as I carefully walked along the wood of the rotten hallway, planks creaking under my weight. 'Where has he been off to?' I asked myself as I continued to stroll. "Dan?!" I shouted a bit louder for him to hear me better- if he's close that is. "Dan-" I stopped in my tracks as a spirit of a lonely girl in a red dress stared at me. Due to my shyness around new people, I avoided eye contact with her, but I did get a glimpse of her turning around a corner and disappearing completely when I tried to trace her tracks. "...I must be hallucinating, I usually get like this when I'm dehydrated." I mumbled under my breath as I continued to search.


Another hour passed and I started to get thirsty, due to reading a victim's entry saying a friend of hers drank the faucet water in the Infirmary, causing him to throw up the water and pass out, I headed towards the girl's bathroom. As I entered, I paused for a moment seeing a full row of ropes and tops of heads peer out from the high ends of the stalls. Ignoring the triggering scene and trying best to stay positive, I focused my attention back to the faucet and hesitantly turned it.

        Nothing happened for a few seconds until the pipes started to creak and water suddenly flowed out like a river as it make contact with my hands. With my luck, the water was cold, but it wasn't exactly the cleanest water you'd find. Without thinking, I quickly directed my hands to my lips as I drank the water, leaving a few drops unacknowledged on my uniform. As I left the room, I heard a instant thud come from one of the bathroom stalls. Due to my curiosity (and stupidity) I started to wonder why there was a thud from the stalls since whoever was inside was obviously dead and there was never any erratic drafts or winds coming from any direction. With interest flowing through my head, I went over and slowly opened the stall as witnessed something I never wanted to know, yet ever see.

        "D-Dan...." Eyes wide, I saw him hanging lifelessly on a noose. His face blue and eyes rolled back of his head with tears in them that seemed to be there for no more than a possibly a few hours ago; his mouth was partly agape as some saliva ran down his chin. "No..." Furious and wretched, I violently slammed the door shut, "NNNOOO!!!" I collapsed on the floor, the wall supporting my back as I started to sob. " idiot, why would you kill yourself..." I ran my hand through my hair as more tears aggressively ran down my cheeks. "You're the only one that can keep me sane!" I banged the back of my head against the wall as my skin flushed pale and my body continued to shake in a rhythme along with the stream of tears staining my cheeks. That was when I felt my world around me go darker.

Corpse Party: Suicide Silence (2): Cat
this is another drabble part to a drabble fic. forgive me, i have a tight schedule and millions of other fics to write. [crawls in void of darkness and cries]
Sechiko by Beware-Of-Cat

Everything was fine for the first few hours of having to be trapped in Heavenly Host Elementary, staying by Cat’s side, cracking jokes to calm each other down, and solving puzzles together. How the hell did it end up like this? It seemed to all go wrong when we first witnessed a spirit taking the form of a young girl in the Infirmary devouring a fresh corpse of a boy whose appearance matched the unclaimed student ID photo of a second year high schooler named Ollie Roosevelt. Blood and gore were splattered all over the place including the walls and furniture as the sounds of the chewing that seemed to belong to an animal instead of a human echoed throughout the room.

       Cat quickly pulled me away from the scene that was now a picture that would remain in my head for as long as I live and swiftly, yet quietly shut the door that stood in front of us. “Ughh,” an exhausted and disgusted sigh escaped her lips as she stood up with her hands on her slightly bending knees, “fuckin’ sick!” Sweat trickled down both of our foreheads due to hydration and fear. “Are y…are you okay?” Cat asked between breaths as I sat on the floor, the wall supporting my back.

       "Yeah," I leaned my head back on the wall as I tried to catch my breath, "I'm fine."

       "I hope you're not lying." She said as she sat next to me. Unfortunately, I was lying just for Cat's sake to not worry about me the most more than herself. It's always been like that since we got here, she'd constantly ask me if I was alright, how I was feeling, if I needed anything like first aid or water. It seemed as though I was more important to her than herself.

       "I'm not," More lies escaped from my throat, "how about you?"

       "Fresh as a daisy." A smile was forced on her lips as she clutched her side.

       "So...what now?" I asked as I turned my head in her direction, making eye contact.

       "I don't know..." she said, "what about you? I want to give you a chance since you always do what I want to do." She wrapped her arms around her knees, having all ears on me.

       As if someone was taking control over my body, I said something that would be the last of what I would say. "I think we should split up." It was said with the pitch sounding a bit deeper than my usual voice as not a single hint of emotion was heard. I prayed for her to disagree with me and move on with a different option, but I lucked out by receiving a nod and a small forced smile.

       "If that's what you want, then that's fine with me." she agreed, "Where do you want to meet up if you ever need anything or have changed your mind?"

       "That's not necessary." I said subconsciously as I started to get up. I started to panic on the inside, my words and actions weren't in control anymore. Something anonymous was inside me, taking full control of my body and leading me to wherever it wants to take me.

       "Dan?" Cat asked as I turned and walked away, leaving her in surprise and silence. Whatever I could do in order to stop it was too late now as I made my way to the bathroom. She didn't even go after me! She just sat there astounded and oblivious to what was happening as her eyes followed me until I was out of sight.

       Entering the girl's bathroom, ropes were affixed to the walls along with the row of stalls which were mostly occupied by other helpless victims due to the tops of their heads being able to be visibly spotted from the highest end of the stalls. Numerous conclusions ran through my mind like adrenaline as I entered the last unoccupied stall and stepped foot on the stool. I soon felt the rough texture of the rope rub against my neck as it was being subconsciously put on and suddenly tighten around my neck as I heard the stool that once prevented me from meeting my fatality hit the wall from being forcefully kicked over.

       'I don't want to die...' I admitted to myself from all the times I desired and joked about death as the rope started to push against my windpipe and downsize the supply of the air I had left in my lungs, 'not like this...' tears welled in my eyes as I gasped for air and struggled against my weight pulling the rope down. I was near the edge as my face started to go purple due to the lack of oxygen and violently thrashed, kicking at the stall door as my gagging had gotten louder. Attempting to pull off the rope using my hands, completely careless about my nails cutting and scraping the skin on my neck, I dug my fingers underneath the rope and pulled to hopely loosen it, only to make the scrapes and cuts on my neck worse.

       Giving up, my body began to slowly weaken as I heard my heart pound in my ears and my fingers gradually slipped off the rope one by one until both of my hands limply dropped to my sides. 'I guess this is it...' I thought as my eyes rolled to the back of my head while memories of the times I spent with my friends, Brenna, Cat, Blanka, Olivia, Jenny, Monique, and many more quickly flashed in my mind along with the smiles that belonged to my family. 'I'm going to miss you all...' My heart started to stop as I felt my body stiffen, life slowly fading away. '...goodbye.' Those were my last thoughts until my death went on into an infinite loop.
Corpse Party: Suicide Silence (1): Dan
I did a thing. I'm really sorry if it's shitty, this is a drabble
   "I'm not involved in this." Ezio said as he walked away.

       "Oh no you don't!" Antonio gripped on Ezio's cape and tugged him back, "You're the one who killed Kaitlyn Benedict, one of the most sinister Templars who knew every square inch of the church like the back of her hand."

       "Isn't the location enough?" You asked.

       "You would need someone to guide you through the church in order to find one of Girolamo Savonarola's lieutenants and assassinate him." Antonio said.

       "Ezio could've just stealthily scaled the church instead of having assistance of a Templar," you said, "having one by our side might reveal our identity."

       "You know you could've just told us instead of going through all of this." Antonio sighed.

       "I apologize." You said sincerely as you walked up to the guest's room. As you got up, you threw yourself on the bed and groaned. "I'm an idiota..." You said to yourself.

       "You're not an idiota, bella, you're a military captain." A familiar voice said behind the door. Due to the rich voice and the fact the voice called you 'bella', it was obviously Ezio. "Can I come in?" He asked politely.

       You sighed, "Sure, I don't care." You sat up and pulled down your large tunic that covered what was exposed. As he came in, he quietly shut the door behind him and awkwardly sat on the bed next to you like a dad sitting next to a PMSing fourteen-year-old.

       "Mi dispiace for putting a beautiful lady like yourself in a difficult position." Ezio apologized.

       "I've never been employed or even stepped foot in the brothel and I don't want to go in there again." You commented with your best poker face.

       He simply chuckled and adjusted his seat on the bed. "Don't worry bella, you won't be forced to wear a corset anytime now."

       You spaced out and looked out the window as you saw two birds nesting with their baby birds. "Good..." There was an awkward silence for a definite amount of time until you started to yawn. "It's getting dark," you said, "I'm going to bed...good night."

       "I'll see you tomorrow morning." He said as he left, closing the door behind him. You were finally alone; it was a long day, an unproductive one to be exact. You subconsciously slipped out of your tunic (in which you didn't really own), leaving you in your underwear as you collapsed on the bed and pulled the covers over your exhausted form. You then fell into deep slumber.

You were twelve and it was any other normal day in Monteriggioni; your [Color] orbs scanning what the towns people were doing in boredom, doing your chores as asked, spending time with your brothers and sisters, etc. But today seemed to be somewhat different. You were sewing with your older sister until you heard yelling coming from a few rooms ahead of you. Due to your curiosity, you dropped whatever you were doing and got up.

       "I'll be right back, Laura." You reassured her as you made your way to the door, but before you could exit, she put her hand over yours that was on the doorknob and used her other hand to shut the door.

       "You shouldn't barge in when our parents are fighting," Laura said, "it'll make it worse." She pulled you away from the door and guided you to your previous spot as you both went back to sewing.

       "Those are our parents fighting?"  You asked in surprise. Their voices sounded harshly loud compared to their usual kind and gentle ones.

       She nodded her head. "If you put your ear on the wall and listen closely, you can hear their voices better." She said as she went back to sewing. You stood up to leave your spot and walked to a wall where the yelling sounded the most precise in accuracy.

       "I've told you many times not to barrow anymore money, but you never listen!" You heard your mother shout to your father.

       "It's not my fault that we're poor! I also have needs!"

       "Like what? Alcohol, prostitutes, poker?! I have needs too, but I'm not foolish enough to not know that we have children to feed!"

       "You always have to be right!" Your father spat back.

       "You shouldn't be the one to talk, you always assume you're right even when you're wrong!" She exclaimed, "We owe the economy 2,000 florins by next week!"

       "Like I don't already know that! I'm trying as hard as I can to pay off the debt!"

       "I can see you're trying real hard!"

       "Up yours!" Your father yelled as you then heard a shattering noise, "I don't have time for this immaturity of yours, clean up what you started!"

       "What does it matter to you?! We could all be dead by next week!" As soon as you heard those words, you pulled your ear away from the wall and started to sob.

       "[Name]?" Laura glanced away from her sewing as she heard your muffled sniffing coming from your now shaking form, "[Name]!" she quickly hurried over due to her sister instincts telling her that something was definitely wrong and wrapped an arm around you as she tried to comfort you, "What happened? Was it something they said?" she asked in a worried and confused tone, even though it seemed like she knew what went wrong.

       "Are we...g...going to die?" You asked between sobs and breathless hiccups.

       Laura hesitated for a while as if she was unsure about what to say and brought you close into an embrace. "No..." she said firmly and carefully as if her words might set off a time bomb, "we're not going to die." she then held you close for a long period of time until she eventually released you from her grasp, "Let's get back to sewing, there's much more we need to get done after this."

       "Okay..." You said as your breath stabilized and slowly walked back to the sewing table with Laura to finish your sewing. Everyone in the household was quiet that day.

You gasped and jolted upwards when you've awoken from slumber as you felt shivers run up and down your back. A thin layer of cold sweat coated your body and forehead as you took multiple exhales, attempting to stabilize your heartbeat that was quickened in the aftershock of your nightmare. You sat there in the bed for a while until your heart and lungs finally readjusted to the point where you were able to breath in a normal state. You put two fingers against the left side of your neck to check your pulse for further reassurance and attentively counted each beat your heart made for a minute.

       '75 beats per minute, not too bad.' You thought to yourself and sighed in relief. Not wanting to go back to sleep in fear of having the same dream again, you dressed yourself in the large tunic you previously wore and headed downstairs from the villa, going outside to where the garden's planted. As the skin of your bare feet made contact with the cold tiles on the stairs, you quickly withdrew your foot and hesitantly put it back on the step. You were aware that going outside early in the morning wearing nothing but a large tunic and your underwear was stupid and pretty embarrassing, but you couldn't care less; you really had nothing to lose.

        Making your way down the steps, one of the tiles creaked under your weight, causing you to flinch in surprise and glanced behind you. 'No one woke up,' you thought to yourself, 'thank God.' You put your attention back on the steps as you quickly made your way down the stairs, afraid of risking to wake anyone up again. As you finally made it outside, you felt a few blades of wet grass stick to your feet and a thin layer of mist touch your exposed skin. You walked past the alignment  of statues of gods and goddesses and went over to the white rose bushes that were planted neatly along the perimeter of the wall. You certainly adored white roses more than anything else; the purity of the white pedals, the sharp thorns around the vine or stem to protect it's beauty from being tainted, and the enchanting fragrance it gave off when you were close by. They're absolutely perfect in a way without any flaws given. Crouching down, you carefully held a rose from the bush close to your nose and savored the scent of the petrichor when the rain once made contact with the flower. As you always thought, it smelled amazing.

       "What are you doing up around six in the morning?" Someone asked from behind. Flinching a little, you turned averted your gaze to the chocolate brown eyes that were staring into your [Eye Color] ones. Ezio.

       "I couldn't sleep." You said without emotion. You knew it was a stupid excuse, but you didn't know what else to say. You stood up from your place in order to interact with him better (or at least feel taller), but his height still towered over yours.

       "I was expecting you to say something similar about your sleeping schedule as a soldier, but that works too." He chuckled as light wind started to blow east. You noticed he was wearing his hair down as a few of his locks elegantly blew along with the wind.

       "Why are you up around six in the morning?" You asked him as mist traveled behind both you and Ezio.

       He ran a hand through his flawless hair. "I guess you got right back at me," he started to chuckled again, "I'm awake for the same reason too."

       You shifted back a few steps to not get too close to Ezio. "Have any idea on what today's agenda is?" You asked to keep the conversation going.

       "Antonio is planning to have us stealthily scale the Bascilica and find where the Templars are taking cover."

       "And that's all? No assassinating?"

       "The Amunet, an Assassin tomb, is kept secure somewhere in that location. We need to find this tomb to unlock this seal in order to achieve the Armor of Altaïr."

       'The Armor of Altaïr sounds familiar...' You thought to yourself. You remembered that you once read about the Armor of Altaïr when you were still young.


       "You're still reading that?" Your older sister, Laura, asked in a bit of an annoyed tone as she was helping your older brother, Hayden (who was only a year older than you), with dusting the house.

       "Mhm." You nodded, never taking your eyes off the book, 'The Ancestry of Assassins'.

       "You shouldn't be reading this when our parents are around," Laura said as she snatched the book out of your hands, "you know how they get when they catch you reading this sort of stuff." She put the book on the highest shelf that was out of your reach.

       "What does Mom and Dad have against assassins?" You asked your sister.

       She paused for a few seconds as she clenched her jaw. "They don't have anything against them, they just..." she trailed in thought as she was looking for a word to use, "don't like what assassins do for a living, killing people and all."

       "But that's what assassins do to save a part of humanity," you said, "to keep it from going down the drain."

       "That's enough, [Name]," Laura started to get irritated with you talking back to her, "assassins also murder innocent citizens if they (the citizens) oppose to someone's opinion when it comes to religion and politics." Her eyebrows furrowed in concentration as she continued cleaning. "Please get back to your chores." Before you could think of anything to say back, she interrupted you. "Now."

       "...Okay." You said quietly as you headed outside to take down clothes that were hung out to dry.

"[Name]?" Ezio asked as you recovered from your train of thought.

       "Sorry...thank you for letting me know." You said as the sun started to rise from the horizon.
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