Panic
Ezio left La Volpe's "Inn" and looked around in confusion. There were panicking people every way you looked. They ran, screamed angrily, all toward the central plaza in Rome. He soon realized there was some sort of protest, and the streets weren't safe for those not involved. As he began his search for citizens in need of help out of this mess, Ezio wondered to himself what caused this sort of violent uprising, it wasn't the Borgia, Ezio had finally banished them from the city.
He soon saw a woman looking particularly distressed, clutching a small child close to her in the middle of the streets, many who passed her nearly hit her with their torches or other various things they carried. Ezio fought through the crowd to her, "Come with me." He said gently leading her and her child through the crowd to a slightly less crowded spot, "Grazie, signore!" She said, bowing her head slightly. She then began to lead her son towards a less crowded, "Wait, signora!" he said, taking her arm, "You and your son aren't safe here."
"Well our house is just a few blocks to the town, we could make." She told Ezio, smiling.
"Do you have an urgent reason to be home other than to sleep?"
"I... No. But my son, we can't just wait until the crowds stop!"
"Here take this," He said handing her 100 florens, "Tell the innkeeper that Ezio Auditore sent you, he'll give you the best service and room, and food if needed. The inn is right there" He told her, pointing to the massive building.
"Grazie, again, signore! I owe you much!" She said, before lifting her son into her arms and going into the inn.
With her taken care of, he began to follow the crowds to the source of the distress, and pulling a few other citizens out of the crowd to various safer spots. As he got closer, he began to hear chants, "Burn the workshop! Hang the artist!" Ezio's stomach gave an uncomfortable tug at this, could this be about Leonardo? What had he gotten himself into this time? He began to fight through the crowds, trying to see what was going on. Soon enough, he found himself looking at Leonardo being held by a man, knife held to his neck. "What is going on here?" Ezio demanded of the man holding Leonardo, "This here artist, Leonardo Da Vinci, is gay!" He replied spitting on Leonardo.
Ezio glared, his friend could be feminine about some things, but was certainly not gay! Especially when being gay was a terribly high offense, Leonardo, if he was gay, was smart enough to have certainly hidden it, even from Ezio. "How have you come to that information?"
"Well this picture right here, this guy looks a hell of a lot like Leonardo, and actually this one looks a lot like you." The man said, realization glinting in his eyes, and Ezio's face burned red. That was definitely a drawing of him and Leonardo kissing, rather passionately too. Was this the picture his friend had hidden, face burning, when Ezio had shown up unexpectedly? The artist had seemed very peaceful, as if he was doodling, Ezio figured it was of a new lady that had struck his fancy. Now that he thought about it, Leonardo never talked about women, usually if he did, it was about how awful they were, actually Leonardo would point out men that were attractive, to draw of course.
He was speechless, and the man tried to grab him, assuming the two were a couple, but didn't realize one was an assassin. Ezio cut the man's throat, and kept a weapon drawn as he led Leonardo back to his workshop. When he closed the door, he turned eyes of daggers on Leonardo, "Why wouldn't you tell me!" He demanded. Leonardo looked scared, "T-tell you what, Ezio?"
"You know that little detail about how you're gay!" He practically yelled, Leonardo backed up a little. "Ezio, please calm down, What honest proof of the fact that I'm gay?" Leonardo asked him, standing a little taller. "Now that I think of it, I should have know all along! You always talk about the beauty of men, and how awful women are! And that picture, what was that?" Ezio demanded, but in a slightly calmer voice, but his back was now to Leonardo. "Well, I was just absentmindedly doodling, and at first I was thinking about the best angle to capture a kiss, and as that began, I was wondering when you would return, I was worried about you, and it sort of came out onto the paper, then you nearly scared me to death, I hid it, and forgot about it." Ezio turned around, "I think most of that was a little glorified, but alright, how did the man find it?"
"Well He came to me about commissioning art, which I gladly accepted, and he said, he's be back the next day to view some of my work, and being myself, I overslept and didn't have time to properly set up, so when he arrived, I was taking a painting out of my drawer, when that drawing fell to his feet." Leonardo explained, more calm now that Ezio had put away his various weapons.
Ezio nodded, and faced his friend, "Don't let something like that happen again, alright? You are my friend, I'd prefer you stay alive, so be more careful. I'm going to go clean up the scene outside. I'll see you tomorrow." And with that, Ezio left, leaving Leonardo a little shocked. That had been rather sudden. Within a minute, Ezio was at the scene, he tossed the body into the river, and took the drawing, he was about to burn it with a remaining torch, but thought better of it, and folded the piece of paper, and tucked it into his robes. The picture made him smile a little, Leonardo had basically admitted something Ezio was never brave enough to. Ezio never had true feelings for any of the many, women he'd had, except for Cristina. But this picture gave him new hope, especially when he realized that Leonardo had filled the hole that Cristina had left.
AN:
I'm actually not a huge fan of this one, just because I felt like it was too long, so I wrapped it up (but it looked longer on Google Docs!) :P
But overall, it was ok, I might write a sequel, but most likely not.
Either way, reviews make the world go round! Please review! Good, bad, I wanna hear what you think.
Oh, and PS, this fic was inspired by the song Panic by The Smiths, but it took it's own course(:
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