Okay, so those of you who have played the pc game [it's probably in other consoles too], there is a quick scene when Leonardo and Ezio arrive in Venice. They chat and when the artist is about to go back into his home, he raises his arms and it's up to you to press a button really quickly to initiate the "bro hug". Well, obviously I missed it and it really made me sad. I love Leonardo's character personality and pretty much everything else so the fact that I lost my only chance to hug him made me depressed and flustered for the rest of the night. So I decided to torture Ezio too. Nothing bad at all-slight slight fluff? I would love comments and if there is Italian errors, please correct me [you can never trust the internet 100%]. This is also my first story in a long time-I plan to continue and advance my writing so expect more from me.
Enjoy.
He wasn't paying attention.
It was too quick-too sudden for the young man to react. His white hood covered his now red fluster face.
The youthful artist simply half smiled, shrugging his shoulders away and dropping his arms as he began to fumble for the doorknob to his new house in Venice, Italy. It was beautiful indeed. Just like the one back in his old town, and the free-spirited Leonardo da Vinci knew he was going to love it even more. Venice was a sight to see too. As the early Renaissance explorations began to take place, people and places were blooming. Few began to take leaps of faith and discover new ideas and philosophies while the majority of Italians flowed with the new years, blending in and continuing on with their lives. Da Vinci was one of the few individuals that wanted to make a difference. He was lively, more upbeat than the "average" Italian, so when he raised his arms in front of Ezio, his new friend, he was at least expecting a hug or some sort. It's what friends did, right?
"No worries friend," Da Vinci slightly lowered his head down so that his crystal blue eyes only stared at the young assassin. "You know my house will always be open for you. I'll gladly be of your assistance." The young man stiffened his body and began to turn the knob, cracking some light into his new home. He lightly chuckled to himself as his eyes glanced up and down the crack in the door to his house, exploring a new environment.
"L-Leonardo…"Ezio was too confused to continue with his sentence. He knew what he did, and he missed it. He wasn't expecting it. To his novice eyes, Leonardo and he were simply acquaintances. It's not like they met every day and chatted for hours in his home. Ezio only really used him in order to decode the codex pages that he find running through the streets of Florence or Monteriggioni-and that thought only made him feel worse.
"Ah. Ah. Ah!" Quickly an index finger rose in front of Ezio, swinging from one side to another every time the syllable broke out and the cloaked man took a step back, pulling off his decorative hood as he did so. His deep brown eyes blinked rapidly for a minute, trying his best to adjust to the new morning that has covered Venice. His assassin uniform glowed beautiful though. His silvers reacted with the sun, gleaming in every direction possible, even making it somewhat difficult for the artist to not ignore. Leonardo closed his eyes for a second and slowly opened them up towards Ezio. He had a feeling that the assassin knew what happened and it caused silence between the two.
"…." Leonardo couldn't keep it quiet it for too long. That wasn't his nature.
"It's fine, Ezio." He did his smile again and pushed open his door, obviously leaving no room for the cloaked assassin to enter after him, "You should explore the city more Ezio. I heard it's quite beautiful over here. Ehh…come find me again whenever you discover more of those codexes for me. They're quite fun to solve, yes?" Leonardo paused and glanced at Ezio. The young man seemed distraught…confused even and unsure how to react to the given scenario. If anything it was just plain old awkwardness that the two had produce and Ezio was making it difficult for Da Vinci to break it.
"A presto…Ezio." And just like that, the door was closed in front of the young man. Of course this led to no difference in the stagnant position of Ezio. He made no noise…he made no movement what's so ever. The man probably stayed in front of his door for at least another minute before realizing that the guide that showed Leonardo and Ezio around the town was already back with all of Leonardo's personal items causing Ezio to apologize and step out of the way and into the crowd of Venice.
He didn't mean to be rude…inconsistent with his actions or anything else along those lines. Ezio began to walk down the streets of Venice, pulling his hood over his head at the same time. It simply wasn't just his fault right?
Leonardo was being too quick!
He knew he should have given me more time than that! I was looking down at the floor. My boot had a smudge on it. It was red right? Did I make him mad?
"Merda!" Ezio spat out to himself, picking up his pace as he made to a central square in the middle of the city. A cathedral stood tall over the rest of the houses. Why was this bothering him so much? It was a simple hug he didn't give to Leonardo. All he had to do was to shrug it away and continue on with his hit list he was chasing after. But something didn't feel right. Guilt perhaps? The fact that Leonardo was such a genuinely kind person, he deserves more than a wave or a smile? Ezio couldn't let go. A clump of feelings was forming in his throat and it threw the man off ever than before. The assassin liked Da Vinci but never more than friends. He knew he was always interested in women and only women. Sure he adored many men before him but only for their valiance and personality…nothing more. His mind was pushing the thought of liking Leonardo "more than that" away from him.
Maybe it was the face Leonardo was giving when he was denied the hug. Sure, it was awkward afterwards, but he just looked so…so innocent in Ezio's eyes! His sky blue eyes giving a look of pure sadness. He almost looked feminine in Ezio's mind. Leonardo's looks…his personality, everything about him was very feminine, but not in a bad way. Almost motherly in the way he cared so much about life and others. Ezio would always hug his mother when she needed it…perhaps it was this feeling that was bothering him? The fact that since he could no longer react with his mother ever since the accident, when he noticed the face of Leonardo, it was an instinctive feeling to hug him, but the chance was quickly lost. Perhaps….
Ezio sighed and began to run up a wall, allowing his very tips of his fingers to grab onto a slipping brick. He would climb. He would climb to the very top of the tower, thinking over of his situation. Maybe he just thought too much. The assassin climbed- tips of fingers red and soon to be swollen while his toes cramped up every time he swayed to the nearest pole to grab. It was just supposed to be a friendship hug after all…nothing more. Ezio began to sweat, the higher he went, the closer he was to the sun. He knew he had to stop and find a flat top soon to rest before his hands begin to slip. He needed to give back that hug to Leonardo. He couldn't finish the day until he did. It was guilt. It was instinct. It was anything in order to see that bright smile Da Vinci gave whenever he was happy.