A/N- Hey so... I've never posted a fanfiction online. So go easy on me if you review. If this goes well I'll add more chapters. I'm just testing this out for now. Not much Leo/Ezio, but more to come if I do more chapters.
Grimy hands yanked on matted brown hair. The brisk chill of the night, disturbed suddenly by a quiet yelp and the sound of a closed fist hitting against a brick wall. It had missed it's target. The owner of the fist cursed and tried again to strike it's target with powerful force. It made a satisfying contact with the cheek of the brawny, tall man in it's way, and drew out a loud howl from the man.
"You little fucker!" Came a mutter from the tall man. "You fucking whore."
The sound of that last word of the sneer rendered the smaller man with the matted brown hair speechless for just long enough to allow his opponent to strike him to the ground, kicking him in the head as he lay on the frigid, wet pavement of the ally they had occupied. The tall man gave him a final victorious shove with the sole of his filthy boot and left the ally, proceeding to disappear into the dim night.
"Fuck." The young man whispered, feeling an all to familiar feeling of defeat. His skin slowly throbbed from his harsh landing on the asphalt, a warm trickle of blood contrasted with the whiteness of the snow that lined the streets and alleyways.
He had watched it all happen. The deal, the conflict, the fight, the tall man leave with a smug smirk on his face. Leonardo sat still and silent in his car, stopped on the empty street a little way aways from the scene of the fight, headlights off so he was not to be detected. Having picked up his dinner from a restaurant down the street, he had been on his way back to his flat when he saw the young man rambling slowly down the snowy, deserted sidewalk. He had seen the boy before. The boy with the dirty brown hair, the scars from brawls. Leonardo, though knowing the young boy was just scum from the street, couldn't help becoming more and more interested with the boy. He seemed younger than Leonardo, maybe 17 or 18.
Should he leave him? Tossed like trash onto the pavement of the alleyway. Like he was worth nothing. How could one not feel the tiniest bit of compassion for the urchin.
No. Leonardo thought to himself, causing an abrupt stop to those thoughts. He's not some kind lost house pet you can save from the streets and bring home. He's a boy from the streets. Worse, he sells his body to men for a couple of bucks. Still Leonardo found himself having to force his hand to turn the key off the car and start the engine. Foot pressing the gas pedal, he took one last look at the boy lying in the cold.
A/N- Tell me what you think. It's not that developed yet, or well written, but I might work on a second chapter and try to make it better. Expect more Leo/Ezio in later chapters, as I stated before.