Extreme AU! No modern times, which means no Animus! BUT there will be Desmond (in fact he will be the protagonist) and it takes place in Italy during Ezio's lifetime. So read and let yourself surprised and maybe leave a comment/review to tell me what you think. :D
I won't continue it if no one is interested! Just to warn you. (Even one person would be enough for me to try to continue it)
Chapter 1: Meeting in the Shadows
A shadow was moving through the dark streets of Firenze on his way to bring new information about their target to the resident Assassino when they suddenly stopped dead in their tracks. Hurried footsteps where coming towards their position as if chasing someone and so the shadow climbed the walls of the building they were standing next to, to have a better view of the source of the noise.
The eyes of the shadow wandered over the empty streets until they looked onto the source and an eyebrow of the shadow rose higher at the sight:
A young boy – maybe eight years old – was running away from city guards and suddenly climbed the walls of one house when having broken the eye contact of the guards. Despite being so small the boy was fast in climbing the wall and the shadow watched amazed as the young boy jumped from the roof of the house he had climbed onto to the house the shadow was on, seemingly with no effort!
Meanwhile the city guards were looking dumbly around for their target, totally forgetting the possibility that the boy could have climbed upwards – honestly, if the shadow hadn't seen it with their own eyes then maybe they would have dismissed it also as a possibility. But they hadn't and now the boy who had been catching his breath (how long had the guards been chasing the boy?) realized the shadow's presence and drew a knife. The shadow didn't know if they should be impressed or laughing at the sight of the small boy holding a knife, ready to attack at the right moment. So instead the shadow just their hands to signal that they weren't a threat and the boy slowly lowered the knife but still eyed the shadowy figure suspiciously.
"Well, I am impressed ragazzo. I've never seen someone your age delude the guards with such ease. What is your name?"
The boy didn't reply at first and preferred to study the shadowed figure: from the voice it was clear that it was a man, he wore a dark brown cloak, a hood obscured the man's face and a short look through his second vision showed him a brilliant blue that took the boys breath away.
Meanwhile the hooded man too took his time to take in the details of the boy's feature: he had dark hair and brownish-golden eyes. Suddenly the boy's eyes seemed to glow golden and the boy staggered a bit, losing his balance and the man reacted quickly, catching the boy before he could make contact with the roof.
The man could make out a quiet, disbelieving "How?!" and then the boy shoved himself away and had a frightened look on his face as he stared at the hooded man. "How? How can you be blue?" The boy screamed and the man repeated puzzled "Blue?"
"Hey! What are you doing up here? Get down where you belong or I will shot you down!" An archer bellowed since he had heard a scream and had spotted the two figures on the roof.
The hooded man cursed under his breath "Cazzo!" grabbed the boy and ran over the rooftops, away from the archer.
When they were far enough and not being followed, the man sat the boy down who had been eerily quiet during the whole run.
"…Desmond. My name is Desmond."
The sudden declaration took the man by surprise but brought a small smile to his face. "Hello Desmond. My name is Gilberto. It is nice to meet you."
"You too…"
Gilberto stood up from his crouched position and held out his hand towards Desmond. "Do you want to come with me Desmond? I could train you and you would become the best thief in the whole of Italia!"
The offer surprised Desmond but he quickly recovered and took Gilberto's hand.
They climbed down and Gilberto resumed his walk to his original destination – now with Desmond at his side, not letting go of his hand.
Gilberto and Desmond had reached their destination: a secret passage to the Palazzo Auditore. Gilberto opened it and surveyed the area before stepping through leading Desmond into a study where someone else already seemed to be waiting for them – or more precisely for Gilberto.
A man in his mid-thirties/late-forties welcomed them: "La Volpe, welcome! You are late my friend, did something happen on your way here and who is your little companion?"
"La Volpe?" Desmond asked Gilberto who smiled at the boy. "My name for the streets. Every good thief should have a name that doesn't reveal his real one." "Will I get one too?"
"If you earn it, then yes." Gilberto or La Volpe – turned to the person he came to see. "Now to your questions Giovanni: no, nothing happened except that I meet this interesting boy and his name is Desmond."
Giovanni crouched down to Desmond's height and smiled at the boy who eyed him suspiciously before activating his second sight and relaxed at the blue light the man emitted.
"Hello Desmond. My name is Giovanni Auditore da Firenze. You have an interesting gift there, Desmond."
Puzzled Desmond cocked his head to the side like a bird. "You know it?"
Giovanni nodded "Yes. Your eyes are special, not everyone can do what you can do Desmond." Ruffling the boys hair Giovanni stood up and came back to the original matter. "Do you have the information, Volpe?"
"Si. Your target hides in the Santa Maria Novella District, in the Basilica di San Lorenzo to be exact. He will leave at dawn, which will be the perfect time for you to strike."
"Thank you La Volpe. I will be on my way then, what about you? Will you return to Roma?"
"I think we will. I want to train Desmond myself and I prefer to do that in my own city but we will come to visit as often as our order will allow us to."
"My friend you know that you can visit us even without an assignment and maybe Desmond could play with my sons Federico and Ezio."
"Maybe we will come back to that offer Giovanni. Come Desmond, we have a long way ahead of us."
Desmond nodded and took La Volpe's offered hand, together they left the Assassino behind to his preparations and began their way to the only city La Volpe could truly call home, especially now that he had someone to care for…
