Honestly, I really don't like this fanfiction. At all. But if you like it, just tell me...?
I wrote it in a haze yesterday after coming home from school on a Monday, after completing five pages of homework and obtaining a blaring headache. Bear with me if it's not good for now.
It's supposed to lead eventually to me staying at Leonardo da Vinci's workshop for a while, trying to hide my identity... which is why I wrote this. A prequel. But I didn't like how it turned out. Might as well keep writing? I don't know - this doesn't work well for my confidence. XD
Well, you know everything. I don't own anything.
"And what is the answer?" the teacher gingerly asked the class. No one answered.
I precautiously glanced around at my surrounding classmates. Half of their eyes were closed, while the other half held blank stares on their faces. I cursed under my breath and defiantly raised my hand.
"Two would be the value for x, and negative 5 would be y," I let out in one breath. Man, I hated doing that. Once the other kids heard another strong voice instead of their own droning teacher's, they all were snapped from their trance. And all eyes were on me.
I wasn't the… most social kid you'd ever know. In fact, I had few friends. But the friends I did have made up for the ones I lacked. Only with them and my twin sister was I ever truly me.
Yeah – I've got a twin sister. But she is my world. I don't know how I'd live without her. My rock, my best friend, my role model, although a bit grumpy at times… It amazed me how much we get along, considering we're polar opposites.
The bell came over the loudspeaker, accompanied by its annoying buzz every fifty minutes. Thankfully, this was the last one of the day. It was time to go home. I nimbly leapt out of the squeaky metal chair and rushed to the door, my message-bag style purse banging against my side with each over-jubilant step.
The trip home seemed to go in a daze, considering I slept on the bus. My sister sat next to me, reading her newfound book series she had managed to whiz through in a day, no breaths taken. I enjoyed the nirvana of the bus's chatter and bumpy rhythm and soon drifted off, only to be woken by my sister telling me that we were home.
As always, I hurriedly grabbed my backpack and ran off the bus after my twin. She opened the door for me and watched as I removed my coat and plopped onto my bed.
"Tired?" she asked. I simply grunted in response.
"Well, I'll be back to check on you once I'm finished with homework. Only rest for a few minutes, okay?" Somehow I knew it'd be more than a few minutes.
The heat and darkness soon enticed me into a deep slumber, which was paradise for me. I hadn't gotten enough sleep the night before, because my father was redecorating the house. Imagine hearing a hammer hit a wall until early in the morning and waking up a few hours later. You'd be tired too.
Man, sleeping was like heaven.
When I woke, I immediately looked for my alarm clock. I didn't find one. Instead I found a large wooden crate and sickly-looking rats running around in it.
I screamed.
The beasts wriggled around and scratched at the sides of their captivity. Who had replaced my alarm clock with a crate of rats?
My arms subconsciously searched for my body pillow to shield myself from whatever dangers I could face from the crate, but all my hands felt were rough and jagged cobblestones.
Wait, cobblestones? I glanced around.
I seemed to be lying down in an alley, of all places. Sunlight was shielded from the stone ground, forcing the narrow passageway to become chilled and damp.
After further inspection, I realized that this must be a store's storage area. But the shop owner must be crazy if he keeps his supplies outside where anyone could snatch them up. And if this guy was crazy, I didn't want to stick around and be caught snooping in his stuff.
I used the palms of my hands to push myself from the ground and trotted to the nearest street. With relief, I could hear the chattering and laughing of people, who could possibly even help me. Sunlight hit me in the face, and when my eyes adjusted I wasn't prepared for what I saw.
Women and men in strange outfits roamed around the street, some stopping at small shops built in the sides of buildings, others merely heading in and out of buildings or sitting on marble benches. A sudden chill ran down my spine. Where was I …? My heart began to race deep inside my chest, signaling the sudden surge of panic I felt.
There were so many questions! Bust first of all, I wanted to know where I was… or maybe even when, based on the clothes of these people.
As soon as I stepped into the street, people began to stare. My face shone beet red as I made my way through the crowd.
Self-consciously, I glanced down. A light blue baggy t-shirt and a pair of dark skinny jeans was pretty much all I had on. I was wearing anything a normal American teen would choose to wear. So why were these people looking at me like I was a freak? Hadn't they ever seen an American before? My fingers absent-mindedly reached up and twisted around my deep auburn tresses hanging above my shoulders. Could it be my scandalously short hair? I didn't know, but all I knew was I wanted to blend in as soon as possible.
Gathering all the courage I could muster, I quickly headed over to a woman on a seat of marble. She looked reliable enough.
"Uh, ma'am, could you tell me what city I'm in?"
She gazed at me with a puzzled stare. "Venice, where else?"
My eyes widened in shock. I had to know more. "And… what year is this?"
The old woman seemed bewildered up to this point. "A-are you crazy, young man?"
Did she just call me young man? I was too shaken with mysteriously coming to Italy to say anything. She must have seen my overwhelmed look, as she answered my original question anyway. "It's Our Lord's year of Fourteen Hundred and Seventy-Nine."
That hit me like a kick to the abdomen. 1479? How was this even possible? My mind reeled. Wasn't this in the time period of that game, Assassin's Creed II, which I just had gotten?
I willed my mind to calm down and assured myself that I knew what I was doing, for I had played the game and studied it multiple times in school. I was a master at this time period.
Trying not to seem too afraid like a rabbit on the run, I turned to my elder and asked her one last question.
"Thank you, ma'am. I have one last question. I haven't been in this city before, and I was wondering where I could purchase some… appropriate clothes?" My voice tipped up at the end of my sentence, morphing it into an odd sentence. She seemed oddly pleased at my request, however. She smiled and pointed to a small stall across the busy traffic way that had a sign over it, in a language I wasn't familiar with. Much to my relief, I spotted plain white fabric flapping from the stall. Ah, good – a tailor shop.
I nodded my thanks and began to head over to my destination.
As I headed over to the tailor shop, I found myself wondering, do I really resemble a boy? Maybe it was just because of my hair. Well, it didn't matter. It'd be extremely helpful for the plan I found myself scheming in my head.