Hey everyone, I was looking over a list of unfinished fics and found this one. So I started read it and realized how much I could fix it. So hope you like the revisions and edits as I repair the chapters already here and then finish the story.
Ezio looked up from his hidden blade he was fiddling with as Leonardo came in, the blonde artist had a smile that could light the whole city of Roma, "Ezio! You'll never guess what I found!" He was holding a sheet of paper, and Ezio could only guess that it was a wanted sign with a bad drawing of him. But when he handed him the paper, his golden eyes grew wide with shock as he read "TALE OF THE BROTHERHOOD" then looked to the description, "The story of the Borgia's one trouble." Ezio blinked when he read his name. Leonardo pointed gidily at the date at the bottom, and Ezio gasped in shock, it was tonight!
"Leonardo? Are you suggesting that_"
His friend inturrupted quickly, "I just think you might want to see it! It's about you!"
Ezio looked to the poster again, seeing an ink drawing of a hooded figure and a few others beside him. It seemed that there was also a list of sources of where the play writer got his information. Most being random civilians and a few former guards. "Alright. I'll come. Did you ask the others?"
Leonardo nodded, "Yes! Machiavelli was fine with it. La Volpe wasn't so sure and didn't think it'd be so wise, but he agreed. Bartolemeo and Pastiasillia said they'd surely be there, and your mother and Claudia seemed excited about it."
"So everyone aggreed?"
"Almost everyone," Leonardo shook his head. "My assistant didn't want to nor did a few others..."
Ezio looked down at his robes, if he were to go to the theater he'd stand out like a sore thumb.
"You'll have to find something other than your robes," Leonardo told him, voicing his own thoughts. "I might have something."
"No, I'll see if I can find something at the tailor, you don't need to." Ezio assured.
Leonardo nodded, "Alright, I'll see you back here when you've gotten ready."
Ezio got up and left the hideout to go down to the tailor down the street, and surely enough, he returned with a more descent pair of trousers and boots, as well as a silky white shirt and a dark hooded cloak. Leonardo was already in a cleaner set of clothes, not changing so much. They soon met with their friends in the Centro District.
La Volpe, while looking annoyed, seemed to look rather... normal! He wasn't wearing the hooded cloak nor was he carrying any weapons for once. It had also taken convincing to keep Ezio from bring more than his hidden blade. Bartolomeo and his wife seemed more or less the same, just that the man was at an absense of a sword ready on him. Claudia and Maria didn't bother changing at all, and Machiavelli only seemed to wear a different shirt and nothing else was different. Ezio himself felt odd, consitering he and Volpe had to change the most.
The whole way was filled with expectant chatter, most thinking that it wouldn't be all that they should hope.
Another hour and more line waiting later, the group sat themselves down. Each had paid for themselves, and by some mere surprise, the guard had looked at Ezio and told him he reconized him. Although it was an unknown name he said, Ezio played along and they got their seats with a relitively nice view. Ezio sat next to Leonardo, waiting for the play to begin.
When a man walked out, he only told the audience that it was Adventure and all such things... Ezio tuned out most of it, knowing his life already. He waited as the curtains begun to open.