Ezio x Soldier!Reader-That Makes The Two Of Us (3)

You woke up with a huge migraine as you arose from a small bed, 'This must be the guest's room..' You thought. You snapped out of attention when you heard someone call out your name.

    "Miss [Name]?" It was Ugo standing by the bedside, he seemed a bit worried.

    "Hm?" You sat up and rubbed your eyes, pain then arose from your shoulder as you shifted a bit as you hissed in pain.

    "You could've asked me to help you get back."

    "I didn't want to be a burden."

    "You're never a burden, Miss [Name]." Ugo reassured you as you studied your shoulder; it was nicely bandaged and the wound stopped bleeding.

    "Ah, Miss [Name]! You're awake!" Antonio said as he entered the room.

    "Hello." You were relived no one changed your clothes knowing that the only other woman was Rosa...

    "Are you feeling alright?"

    "Yes I'm fine, thank you." 

    "You're really lucky the bullet only grazed your bone and didn't damage any nerves."

    "..." One of your men got shot in the shoulder a few days ago by the same kind of men. They either have bad aim or the military's good at dodging bullets. Anyway, why are they always aiming for the shoulder?

   "Are you sure you're alright?" Ezio asked somehow a bit worriedly.

   "Yes, I'm just...thinking..." You looked out the window and saw a brothel as a few Templars coming in.

   "[Last Name]?" Antonio asked.

   "I think I know how to perish the Templars."

"Miss [Last Name], hold still!" Rosa said.

   "No!"

   "Come on you're acting immature the sooner we get you in the dress, the sooner we get this over with!"

   "I am not wearing a dress!" You yelled with half of your uniform with a black lingerie on.

   "I can't take you seriously when you're half naked." 

   "Can I have my pants back then?"

   "Nope."

   "Jesus Christ, just give them back to me!"

   "You're acting like a teenager."

   "I'm 21 what do you expect?! Can't you just wear the dress?"

   Rosa laughed. "It was your idea, so you get to wear the dress."

   You groaned. "Fine, give me the dress."

"You look nice." Rosa said.

   "I look like a whore."

   "Exactly! Come on, let's show you off to the men."

   "Noooooooooo!"

   "You look pretty nice." Ezio said in a flirty tone.

   "Damn you, no I don't!"

   "All we need to do now is put your hair up-" 

   "No we don't!" You interrupted Rosa before she could finish her sentence;  you did not want to have your hair put up like all the other whores. "Maybe having my hair down will get more of the Templar's attention." You added vigorously. You couldn't believe you were saying this, but you didn't want to look exactly like them or set aside talk to them. You hated doing this, but you were doing this for the thousands of innocents getting torture and/or slaughtered. Like your family... You shook off the demons in your head and jumped back to reality. 

   "That's actually a pretty great idea.." Antonio replied.

   "Agreed." Mario said.

You took the identity of a fake prostitute name and 'joined' the brothel casually like nothing was wrong; thank god everyone was too busy with their clients to notice. 

   "Violetta Elledor?" A woman behind a desk said. Your chin perked up hearing your fake name

.

   "Yes?"

   "A Templar is awaiting your company, go to room thirty-six."

   "Alright." 'Yes!' You finally got a Templar's attention and the lady didn't even look up to see that your hair was down. You were lucky this time. As you got upstairs, you were greeted with a Templar still with his armor on, his helmet covering all of his face.

    'At least I won't get to see his face.' You were going to take off your dress and 'seduce' the Templar (by cutting him) and get most of the information out of him that is, until he pinned you to the bed face-down and cutting off the strings that held the dress in place of your form with a knife. Your knife that is. You quickly turned to face him and swiftly kicked the side of his face, his body collapsing on the side of the bed and the helmet sliding off his face and hitting the ground, colliding with the creme carpet covering the tiles of the room. You froze as you saw the Templar's face. 

   'He's...A she!' You gulped as your saliva flowed past your adam's apple. You knew this lady and you were deprived to get the most revenge out of her. The Templar who took most of the responsibility for the death of your family...Your eyes burned with pure rage though they were discreet of not wanting to lose every single second of giving her that grim glare you wished you'd given earlier ten years ago. The lady wasn't at all suprised seeing you, like she expected you here. 

    "I'm not surprised to see a piece of trash like you to be at place." She said rather amused as she put the point of the blade to your throat.

     "Why are you here?" You asked as you strained your neck up straight, having to point only graze your skin the slightest.

     "Why am I here?" She said, "Well I'm here in search to finish where I left off and wipe out the rest of what you have." Her green eyes glared through your soul as her orange hair fell lose on her back. 

      "You're wasting away your life on nothing but one person," You grinned, "you must've really admired my screaming." The female Templar then sliced your neck; it wasn't deep enough to cause a vile amount of blood to pour out, but deep enough to cause little drops of blood to trickle down.

      "I'm sick of your games, I want to finish you off right now." She glared as you both made eye contact, slowly putting to blade back on your neck, gradually digging deeper and deeper by every second.

      Without hesitation, you sputtered, "Ezio!" He then swung down and crashed through the window, pinning down enemy and slide out one of his hidden blades.

      "Oh? You paid someone to assassinate me themselves?"

      "I didn't pay him, he's..." You thought for a second, "a colleague." You honestly didn't know who he was, he wasn't an enemy, an acquaintance, a friend, a lover....No...This wasn't love...

        The lady laughed, "Just a colleague?" she asked sarcastically, "So he's a whore like you?"

       "He's not a whore..." you said as your bangs covered your eyes, giving you an intense look, "I'm in the military unlike you, a Templar who kills people irrationally," you said, "but I will not reveal his identity, therefore he remains anonymous for his sake." you slowly got up with half of your corset still on, taking in every single ounce of pride you have, "Where is the Templar's lair?" You asked as your gaze settled upon hers.

     The lady's lips initiated into a sneer, "Whatever you do to me," she spat, "I will never give you the satisfaction of giving you what you want!"

      "I'm afraid we'll have to get some information out of you by force then," you sighed, "Ezio, will you be honored to do the favor of drawing blood?" You asked with eyes filled with a void of darkness.

       "I'd never be more honored than this Miss [Last Name]." He smirked as he ran his blade slowly across the Templar's stomach as scarlet red ran down her defenseless skin.

        "Ah!" The lady winced in pain as a fiery sensation ran throughout her abdomen.

        "I will ask you this and I will not ask again," you said as you said 'not' in an extremely hallow tone, "Where is the Templar's lair?"

         "..." The female Templar remained silent. You frowned as you took out the sword hung up from above the wardrobe as a decoration. Putting the blade of the sword against her neck, you slide it against her throat as more scarlet gushed out from her skin. She hacked as she spat more blood from her lips.

        "Stop acting like a novice, I'm just getting started." You growled as you pulled up her eyelid and put your two fingers just above it, slowly digging your fingers into her eye and curling them like a hook, pulling out the eye from the socket. She screamed in pain as she lost 20% more of her blood, losing 40% total, almost to her limit of becoming unconscious. You slapped her across the face as a red handprint formed on her cheek. "Shut up." You said in an aggravated tone, "You had your chance of answering a simple question." You glared as her eye settled upon your glass one. "Where is the Templar's lair?" You asked for the third time.

        "Basilica di Santa Maria Gloriosa dei Frari. The Basilica is one of the Templar's....lairs...." Was the last words the lady said until she died from extreme blood loss. There she laid on the floor with blood surrounding her corpse and her once beautiful long, fiery hair was sprawled out and caked with blood. 

         "Are you alright?" Ezio asked you.

        You breathed in slowly and exhaled, "I'm fine."