I do not own Assassin's Creed! So I'm thinking, and one line drifts into my consciousness because of a t-shirt I saw….
On with the story!
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"So, let me get this straight. I am a known assassin, I am famous, I am known throughout the world with the help of this 'game', I am featured in more games than Altair, and I am subjected to fans?" Ezio inquired, sitting at the dinner table.
"Yeah, that pretty much brings you up to speed on your own status. Now, that behind you is called a kitchen. The ice box has evolved into a refrigerator, which keeps food cold for much longer, and it is really efficient." Ezio nodded, motioning for Desmond to go on.
Shaun and Leonardo came into the dining room, Shaun wrapping up the tour of the latest safe house with the artist.
"So, if you want to, we could really use the funding. Plus, it should be easier for you to track and do all the things you want to do." Shaun finished.
Leonardo nodded, jotting down the rest of his notes on a journal Desmond recognized as the one he gave Shaun last Christmas.
Shaun gave him an apologetic shrug.
"Leonardo, my friend, you would not believe how famous I am! I have fandoms where people do unspeakable things to me!"
"Hmm, yes, Ezio. Be glad you do not have a turtle named after you."
At Ezio's confused look, Desmond looked at Shaun.
"TMNT." Shaun replied.
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A/N: Okay, so originally, I was going to have people guess what Leonardo was referring to, but I decided to give it away. Also, I had no idea how to incorporate this line into an actualy story, so thanks to Sunburned-Stickperson, I was reading and reviewing one of their stories when it hit me how to write this sotry!