I'll be your Wingman

Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN THE ASSASSIN'S CREED CHARACTERS

Ezio sighed, happiness evident on his face as he sat on the roof he had recently jumped to. The reason why he was so happy? Simple, a girl. He had fallen in love at first sight, she was beautiful. Her hair was long and dark, her eyes a stunning green, her skin as white as porcelain. And oh, the way she walked made his head turn a full ninety degrees. Sadly, he didn't know her name though, but in the back of his mischievous little mind, he planned on learning it soon. He knew from watching her from the rooftops that she had a lot of admirers, many men wanting to court her, even though she was not rich or held any sort of political importance in her family.

She was simply beautiful, and Ezio was caught up in her beauty, and planned to win her heart over. "But what do girls enjoy?" he mumbled to himself, tapping his lips with his fingertips in thought. Then an idea came to his women-clouded mind. Girls like art, right? "Leonardo!" he exclaimed, pounding his fist into his palm. He made his way to Leonardo's, which wasn't very far away. He hopped onto the roof of the artist's workshop, a soft thud coming from his feet. The assassin looked around for any guards that might try to shoot arrows at him for being on the roof before hopping down onto some crates, safely reaching the ground, people around him giving him strange glances at his actions.

Brushing them off, Ezio went to the door and let his hood down, knocking on the door frantically. "Leonardo? Il mio amico are you there?" He was answered by a crash, muffled yelling, and the cursing of someone's name, probably an assistant's. The door was flung open, a huffing, flustered, and pretty tired looking Leonardo standing in the doorway.

"Ezio, my friend!" Leonardo exclaimed, putting his hands on Ezio's shoulders. "What can I do for you? Is it another codex page?"

"Actually Leonardo…" Ezio's voice trailed off, he didn't know how to put this. He never once asked for a portrait from him, he only ever came to the artist for the decryption of codex pages. Leonardo's blue eyes shone with curiosity, it wasn't like the assassin to be nervous with his words, with anything actually.

"What is it, Ezio? Do you need to come in?" Leonardo held the door open for him, and Ezio nodded in reply.

"That would help, grazie." Ezio stepped inside and saw what had caused the crash he heard earlier, a knocked over and broken easel, which was currently being cleaned up by a fretting assistant.

"When you are done with that, you may leave." Leonardo said, a bit of an edge in his voice. The assistant nodded, and continued his work as Leonardo turned his attention to Ezio. "Now, what can I do for you?"

"Well…" Ezio rubbed the back of his neck nervously. "I have a request."

"What is it?" Leonardo leaned against his desk, which was drowning in papers, sketches, and other various objects. He was interested, very interested, it was the first time that Ezio Auditore was acting nervous, around him of all people. His mind started swimming in possible reasons why, coming back to a little idea that made his heart flutter a bit in his chest.

"I need you to paint a portrait of me," Ezio suddenly blurted out, stepping closer to Leonardo. The artist blinked in surprise at the sudden outburst, regaining his composure he asked, "May I ask for what…or whom?"

Ezio's eyes suddenly got dreamy, and Leonardo's heart sank as he spoke. "It is for this belle signorina," he let out another sigh as he imagined her, the long hair flowing behind her as she walked. Her hips swaying as she walked in that sashay way that made heads turn, including his. The green eyes that occasionally met his, then looked away almost immediately, whether from not knowing him, disinterest, or something else that was hidden in her agenda. "She is so wonderful…I want to woo her, Leonardo. Will you help me?" Ezio's eyes locked with Leonardo's, the brown mixing with his blue, pleading for help.

Leonardo faltered in those eyes, the ones he loved, the ones he loved to see close with laughter, the ones he loved to see burn with anger, with fire. He bit his lip in thought, knowing that Ezio would wonder why he would be taking so long to answer his request. He finally put on a small, forced smile, nothing that Ezio would notice, and nodded. "Of course, il mio amico." He felt himself emphasize the last few words in his head and he felt his heart break slowly. "I will paint this portrait of you."

Ezio's face beamed, gripping Leonardo's hands in a happy, tight grasp. "Molto grazie Leonardo! I'll pay you for it!"

Leonardo shook his head, his eyes darting to the floor to avoid looking at Ezio's. He knew what they looked like, they were gleaming with excitement, but none of that excitement belonged to Leonardo, and a little voice in the artist's head said that it never would. "Come back tomorrow, Ezio, and we'll start the modeling." Leonardo swiftly moved away from Ezio's grip on his hands.

Ezio looked confused. "Tomorrow? Modeling?"

"I can't exactly paint a portrait of you, without you to model, idiota." Leonardo huffed, putting his hands on his hips in an annoyed manner. His patience was surprisingly wearing thin, usually he loved being with Ezio, but after hearing this request for the lady that had stolen Ezio's heart, Leonardo wanted him gone so he could….think. "Come by tomorrow, Ezio. I must clean this workshop and get a new easel before we can start your portrait."

Ezio nodded and all but skipped out of the workshop, thoughts of his beautiful signorina wafting through his head again as he climbed up the roofs of Florence and towards the villa. Leonardo watched from a window until the white robes disappeared, he then closed the window and latched it shut, turning to his assistant who had just finished cleaning up the mess. Leonardo reached into pocket and pulled out the payment for the day, thanking him for his hard work, and telling him not to worry about the accident. He sent the assistant home with a smile, who was smiling in return as he left, his pockets jingling with hard-earned florins.

Leonardo finally had his workshop to himself, taking off his beret and softly placing it on the paper-covered desk. He really should clean it off…but as soon as both his assistant and Ezio left, his body felt so tired. Even the thought of Ezio made his chest hurt. He gripped where his heart was, stumbling as sudden pain shot through him. He grabbed the edge of the desk, papers falling to the ground revealing unfinished sketches. Leonardo took one longing glance at them and shook his head as he struggled to his feet, shuffling his way to where his bed was so he could rest.

(GOD IT'S BEEN FOREVER. Hey guys. I'm alive...? I've started playing Assassin's Creed, which is where this came from. I'm sorry if it's a bit...off. I haven't written in awhile and I'm trying to get back into the swing of things.)