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First Chapter and I'm supper Excited and supper Nervous!

Anyways! Read and enjoy (hopefully) and let me now what I should schfix and schtuff ya'know?

I DO NOT OWN ASSASSINS CREED!

But I do own my chhair-ik-tors and all that Jazz. (I dont own Jazz.)

And I dont own Narnia either but I wish I did! Love that book 3

Anyywhoooo I'm just rambling and to be honest if you're looking for updates just to let you knowwwwwwwww, I have made at least 2-5 other chapters at this point( Its a lie, Im still working on them). I plan to update every other week or every two weeks.(Im hoping so)

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Yeah... Im doing this so I don't fall behind on updating. Trust me, the last thing I want to do is make you guys wait. I've been there, not fun. But that is only assuming that you like this soo please please please! Review. Be fargin honest with meee too.

One more thing before you start reading! Its really hard for me to try and figure how Ezio and my character should interact with each other. Im not worried about how my character will respond to Ezio, just more afraid of making Ezio seem out of character. So this is were Reviews will help me write BEHTOR! And If I get suggestions on Ezio's personality, I will be sure to edit the chapters Ive already done.

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Chapter 1 - Introductions? Situations!

Absorbing the frantic scene below her, Fiammetta was pondering whether or not she should get involved. Paola had not specified what exactly she should do once she got the the city square. She certainly did not mention an execution. If it was her job to have helped those three limp bodies hanging from the gallows... well, it was too late now. The mob formed in the square was now slowly backing away from the scene, just a moment ago they where throwing fists into the air and shouting, some even cheering. It was still unclear to her what had happened and what do to exactly. Her mind started to wander and she wasn't really paying attention. The people below her seemed satisfied with the execution, so what was she doing here so early in the morning?

"I'll kill you!"

She heard a voice over the crowd, close to the gallows, a man in white robes was being restrained. His outburst made the people uneasy. Unable to make out what he was yelling, Fiammetta decided to get a bit closer. She carefully climbed off the balcony she had been resting on. She hung over the railing for a second before dropping down to the ground and landing lightly. Making her way through the crowd steadily she heard the peoples voices rise and some scream in terror. Men and women were now pushing past her, running to the opposite direction in terror.

"Gaurds! Arrest him!"

She watched the white figure unsheathe his sword just as quickly as it was knocked out of his hand by a man in armor twice his size. She tsked at his pathetic attempt, this man clearly had no idea of what he was doing.

Acting on instinct, she ran towards the hooded man and pulled him into a sprint just as the armored guard swung again.

Rushing through alley ways and straight through crowded markets, they were still being followed by the guards. They were moving too slow, especially with all the people surrounding them. Slowing to a walk. It should have been easy to blend with the crowds of Italy, but who wouldn't notice a person dressed in all white? She let go of him she turned into a dark alley, she turned and motioned him to follow her. She jumped onto crates that were stacked up by a stone wall and stared to climb her way up to the rooftops, gripping onto the cracks and loose bricks. Florence was built beautifully for just such things. She thought so at least.

She reached the top but alone. The sun hit her face and she flinched at the brightness. Pulling herself up she turned around and looked down to see if the hooded man had followed. She didn't see him anywhere. She tried spotting him but couldn't. The markets were full of crowds this morning. Her nerves were acting up now. She stopped for a moment to wounder why she was helping the man in the first place.

"There they are!" Yelled a guard from down below that started to climb up as well.

She jerked back suddenly almost being knocked off her feet, she was being pulled into a sprint again. Her feet turned her around in a clumsy manner while trying to keep up. The hooded man had her hand this time. He must have climbed up without her noticing. She looked down at her hand that was held tightly in his and frowned. Reaching with her other hand, she grabbed onto his robes and pulled, this caused him to stumble backwards and let go of her hand while Fiammetta raced past him. There was no way she'd let him touch her like that.

Racing over the rooftops, leaping from one house to the next, they still could not out run the guards. There were just too many. They had just reached the edge of what seemed to be a dead end, seeing as how the house in front of them was just too far to reach. Both of them, out of breath, were looking around for some sort of escape route. She was not about to fend off the guards and put her life in the hands of a man who cant even keep his sword for more then a few moments. The guards were getting closer and it was when Fiammetta saw an arrow pass by her legs that she decide they needed to get out of there quickly. She looked over the side of the building to see if they would be able to climb down. She saw something much better. Without waiting for him she ran forward onto a wooden plank suspended at the edge of the roof and jump, free falling into a bail of hay.

Fiammetta was never one to like the feel of falling. Wind pushing against her body, and then the feeling of her body falling down like a stone. These were things she was not use to but, She would prefer this over getting shot with an arrow any day.

Her heart was racing. She didn't realize how high the jump actually was until she hit the hay. Even though it was not the first time she had done something like this, she was still frighten of being caught by the guards and facing the consequences. Imprisonment wasn't her biggest fear, having the guards find out she was a girl was her biggest fear. Just then, a weight fell on her that crushed the breath out of her lungs. It was then she remembered why she was even running around all of Florence in the first place. She knew exactly what was crushing the breath out of her, but she shut her eyes and tried not to recognize the situation she was in. she would have to stay like this until the guards passed.

She did howeverrecognize a hand resting on her thigh.

At this her eyes shot wide opened up to meet another set. She took in a breath, about ready to shout all the profanities that came to mind when a large hand clamped down on her mouth.

The man shushed her. He grabbed the hay around them and buried them deeper into the pile. Glaring at him, she was trying to make out his face, which was difficult because he was looking down and his face was covered by his hood. She could make out his nose and mouth. There was a white scar running down the side of his mouth. She gave up on looking at his face and stared past him straight up into the hay. Rays of light beaming threw gaps in the pile and gave a golden glow to their cramped space. The light fell on her face, she took in the warmth and closed her eyes once more. She was trying her best to ignore the position she was in and focused on what she was going to do after they were in the clear. She didn't know this man or what had happen back at the City Square. Was she even safe being around this man? Her head started to ache. She knew by now the guards had given up on looking for them, so what was she still doing under his body? In fact what was she even doing? Everything had gone by so fast she didn't even notice.

'What am I even doing here?' she thought to herself in frustration.

She frowned. She could feel the mans warm breath hit her face. He was still panting from all the running they had done. She couldn't take this anymore. Lifting her legs, she placed her feet on his lower abdomen and pushed up. This caused him to shoot out of the hay and fall on his back. Sitting up she looked at him.

"What the hell is going on?" She asked with annoyance. Getting up from the hay she stepped out the pile and brushed herself off. Strands where stuck in her hair which made her look like a lunatic. "Why are the guards after you?"

He didn't answer. Fiammetta started to pace, she would not let him off that easily; Especially after the position he put her in. Her face turned red just thinking about it. She was both embarrassed and infuriated. Not to mention that she risked her life to save him.

"Those bodies that hang, you know them?" They were all male she recalled, but one was just a boy.

"Are they something to you?"

"My family." he answered simply. She stopped pacing and turned to face him. He got himself up and looked at her. It seemed as if he had something else to say but he didn't.

She wanted to say something as well. Words of comfort but she didn't want them to come out the wrong way. For the most part, she didn't even know who he was. All she did was nod.

'They were his family?'

Looking around now she recognized the neighborhood. They were not far from the brothel. She walked out of the yard and out into the alley and made her way down to the end to inspect the crowded streets. It didn't seem like the guards around here where looking for them..., but still. She trotted back to the hooded man who was still there, She would have thought him to have left by now. Maybe he had no place to go.

"Do you have somewhere to go?"

"I have to find my sister and mother. They are with a friend." he seemed to be unsure. There was a trace of panic in his voice. It was quiet again.

She bit her bottom lip, as annoyed as she was, it was unfair to have lost three family members in one day. "The guards are gone now, you should go before they look around this area." She spun on her heel and started to jog her way down the alley and make her way through the crowded market.

'Three family members in one day.'

Feeling a heaviness on her chest, all Fiammetta could think of was getting back home.

It was noon when Fiammetta had returned to Paola. Oddly, she did not ask her what had happen or why she had taken such a long time to return home. This gave Fiammetta suspicions. Either way, she didn't have the energy to ask any questions.

She dragged herself upstairs and into her room, hoping to find some quiet so she could rest. She shut the door behind her and looked around her room. It was very bright, very... white. Everything was white except the wood floor, the bed frame and anything else made of wood. She kicked off her boots and walked towards the window to looked out. She saw a few guards out side but they were regular costumers, nothing to worry about. She started to think about the hooded man and if he got to where he was going and if he'd be alright. She pictured the scenario they were in early, and was wondering if leaving him on his own was the best thing to do. Maybe he ran into the guards after they separated?

"He can handle himself." she tried to reassure herself, but then quickly remembered how his sword was knocked out of his hands so easily.

Belly flopping onto the bed she replayed everything in her head. Eyes shut she realized how exhausted she was, and how sweaty.

'A bath' she thought to herself

A nice cold bath. Rolling over onto her back she shot up and went to her trunk for a change of clothes. Unlike her room being a mixture of brown and white, her clothes ranged from orange auburn vest to dark green trousers. She removed her hulky brown gloves and went thought her options. White long sleeved tunic, leaf green vest and light brown trousers was her outcome. Thinking back, had she worn a dress, they would have definitely been caught.

Stepping out into the hall she noticed all the girls were gathered up at the top of the stairs. She hadn't even turned the corner and already the was a line to go down. In annoyance she demanded that some one tell her what was going on. No one heard so, she started to navigate her way under arms and dodged huge waves of curvy bodies.

She was almost at the railing when one of the girls, who was at least fifteen, turned to her in excitement informed her with what was happening.

"We have a special guest. And hes really cute!" said the girl and turned her attention back to the stairs.

Now Fiammetta wasn't one to be interested in special guests who are cute men, however she herself was a curios cat. She playfully trotted down the rest of the hall barefoot to join them, her arms occupying her change of clothes.

"Thank you for offering your home to my family Paola"

She could hear a voice but not whom it came from. She was crowded by all the girls and couldn't see over them. She made her way down the stairs to get a better view. Now being able to see Paola, she could also see whom the girls were gawking at and oh how she was taken by surprise.

"It was the least I could do." Paola replied, "You must be tired, perhaps you'd li-"

"No grazie. I can't stay." he was turning to leave when Paola started again.

"Why? Where are you going."

"To kill Uberto Alberti." he answers turning away from her, his voice suddenly growing dark.

"I understand your desire for vengeance, but The Gonfaloniere is a powerful man. You are not a killer, Ezio-"

"Spare me the lecture." he interrupted.

Paola continued, "-But I can make you one."

So his name is Ezio. Fiametta had heard that name late last night, and many times before. Ezio and his brother were well acquainted with the girls here. And his father was a very well known banker. Paola's sister came to the brothel with two women late last night, poor things were frightened out of there minds. They must be his family, what was left of them at least.

"And why are you going to teach me to kill?" he asked.

"Im not. Im going to teach you how to survive. Come" Paola turned to pass the hall right at the foot of the stairway. Noticing them inching closer, Fiammetta dropped to the floor and started to crawl up the stairs. All the girls around her looked at her as if she lost her mind. She quickly tried to cower away and make her way back up before Paola could spot her.

Alas! It was to late.

"Fiammetta. Don't think I didn't see you."Paola stopped and looked down to see the young girl making a desperate attempt to crawl up the stairs. She failed obviously and miserably "Come along, your example will be most helpful."

Scoffing Fiammetta started her protests, "Paola, I'm very busy and I need t-"

"Busy? Oh yes I see, busy snooping around with the rest of the girls." she teased.

"I need you. Go, change quickly and meet us outside in the garden"

Still laying on the steps, Fia made eye contact with Ezio. He recognized her, the look on his face told her so. Picking herself up quickly breaking eye contact, she raced back to her bedroom to change.

While she was changing Fiammetta went over the conversation between Paola and Ezio. Did he really intend to kill Uberto Alberti? How could he? He can't even hold up his sword. She brushed her thoughts aside. She pulled up her trousers and fastened her leather belt. She stepped out into the hallway. The top floor had many rooms, along with many women, even girls that had not yet reached fifteen. But she didn't bother to pity them, they seem to enjoy this type of employment. They most

certainly enjoyed seeing Ezio walk into The Rosa Colta. By the time she had gotten to the garden she had over heard many of the girls cooing over what they wanted to do to him.

'Ugh'

Talk of men, sex and money. None of these things interested her.

"Discretion is a paramount in my profession. We must walk the streets freely; seen but unseen you too must learn to blend like us, and become one with the city's crowd." Fiammetta, walking in caught Paolas eye. "My girls will show you how. Fia, please."

Walking past Ezio, Fiammetta walked into a group of girls to the left side of the garden. A simple demonstration. He didthe same and walked to stand next to her.

"You know, you still stand out because of the clothes you wear." Ezio looked her up and down. A move she did not like one bit.

So what if she didn't wear dresses like every other female. Comfort was what she was about. She was not about to flaunt her body around like everyone else with low cuts and show her curves with a tight waist. Its not like she had much of a figure anyway. She was very thin, thinner than most women. They

possessed endowments she wouldn't. That's why she felt more comfortable wearing vests over tunics and knee length trousers. On occasion she would dress accordingly in a manner of a young lady, mostly when she went to the markets with Paola and her sister Anneta, and other occasions. This was only once in a while.

"Go and follow Paola." she ignored his comment. "You'll have to blend with the city's crowds now."

His eyes lingered on her before giving one last smile to the girls surrounding him and walking out the garden.

"Did you see the way he looks at you?" One of the younger girls praised Fiammetta. Just the thought of it made her a bit uneasy and annoyed.

"How can I? His face is covered by his hood." Fiammetta wanted to avoid the subject.

"Its only because she looks like a boy in those clothes. You amuse him, that's all." Another said. She was much older, and her face and body proved her assumptions where right.

"Yet you look more like a women," Fia started "and he barely noticed you."

"Cross-cassettone." Said the one insulting her, she spun around and marched back into the brothel.

"Well I don't think you look like a boy." the young girl was complementing her. She was new to the brothel. Her name was Amedea and she was very young for having such a developed body. "Besides, you don't have the curves to fill in a dress." She took pride in hers.

The girl was smiling so it was obvious to Fiammetta that she didn't realize that the last bit was a in a way... insulting. She only smiled and offered her elbow, the girl took it and they walked to a bench near by and sat.

"Do you think he noticed me at all?"Amedea asked desperately. "The others say I'm plain looking and that's the reason why I'm only popular with the older men" her face saddend.

"Ignore them." Placing a hand on Amedea's head." They are old cows with sour milk, that's why they say these things. You have a beautiful smile and big brown eyes. You're anything but plain." This was true, Fiammetta had never seen such a pretty girl.

"No!" Sighed Amendea, cupping her own breast. "They say my figure is plain! Come se mi interessava la mia faccia." She softened and took Fiammetta's hand. "In this profession, men only care about the body." It was strange. Her tone sounded understanding. Like she was explaining something to a child. "Besides, the only thing they would like about the face-" She gestured to her mouth and winked. All Fiammetta could do was put on an awkward smile and nod. She wanted to say more but it wouldn't have made a difference. If Amendea had not come to the brothel she would have made a beautiful model. If only.

Just then Paola and Ezio entered the garden. "Bene! Now that you've learned to blend, I'll show you how to use it for more than just moving around. Lets teach you how to steal." Paola smiled but, she was staring past Ezio and looked at Fiammeta.

Getting up from her seat next to Amedea, she walked up from behind Ezio and bumped into him. He flattered himself and gave her a smile. She didn't look at him, though she knew there was a dumb smile on his face. She was facing Paola and they exchanged looks.

Paola looked back to Ezio. "Once you've stolen from someone Ezio, you mustn't linger."

He left once more. Just as soon as he stepped out, someone shouted 'thief!'. Fiametta let a snort slip and shook her head.

Paola turned to Fiammetta and received Ezio's bracer. She hid it behind her back "He's hopeless Paola. There is no way he can kill Ulberto alone. Its best to not encourage him." Fiammetta was being sincere and Paola knew this."Ezio lost half of his family, it would be selfish if he died and left his mother and sister alone."

With all the tenderness she possessed, Paola stroked Fiammettas face with her fingers. "Its not your place, nor mine, to tell him what he can and can't do for his family." These words struck Fiammetta in a harsh way. Her throat tightened at the seriousness in Paola's eyes. It still seemed unfair.

Paola got the girls attention and dismisses them once Ezio entered the room. They moaned sweet words to the young man before leaving the room. Fiammetta only raised an eyebrow at how embarrassing they looked. Ezio was enjoying this more then he should. How can someone, that is so easily distracted by women, dare to even think about killing The Gonfaloniere? She scoffed at the smirk on his lips, how could someone fancy themselves so much?

Fiammetta was turning to leave as well. She was trying to slip out of sight before Paola could ask more from her. Besides, what more could she do to help. Paola caught her wrist and pulled her to her side so that they were standing shoulder to shoulder. Ezio was eying her again but, Fiammetta was looking everywhere else trying her best as to make it seem like she didn't notice him. A childish move obviously and she didn't care.

Paola sensed their tension and Fiammetta's discomfort and broke the silence. "Now that you've leavened how to approach the enemy, we need to find you a suitable weapon."

Ezio drew his attention back to Paola. "But what would you have me use?"

"Ah but you already have the answer." Paola presented Ezio with the bracer.

"Hey! My fathers blade and bracer...How did you get them." His slow reaction annoyed Fia and only made her chuckle out loud, she didn't even try to hide her smile. Ezio didn't appreciate this.

"By using the same skills I've just taught you." Paola answered not hiding her laughter as well.

"Its not exactly in working condition." Ezio was examining his bracer, ignoring the teasing.

This made Fiammetta's chuckles come out louder, So he didn't like being tease?

'Aw, the poor thing.'

Her own sarcasm amused her even more and her laughter caused Ezio to glare at her.

"I assume you are familiar with Leonardo da Vinci?"

Fiammetta heard the name and a smile beamed on her face. Oh how she adored Leonardo. They were well acquainted, he and she. She often modeled for some of his sketches and helped him deliver some of his paintings. When she came to La Rosa Colta, Paola had her spend most of her days with Leonardo in his shop. She learned all sorts of things from him. He had strange instruments laying around his shop, everywhere she turned she saw things she couldn't even dream up. He would tutor her when ever he had time and he was good at that too. By the time she turned 16 she already knew how to read and her artistic skills increased. She had a love for Leonardo that even she couldn't put into words. She knew the love she had for him at first couldn't be returned. He loved his work and that was all. With this she learned to develop a sort of sibling love. She preferred it this way. It was much easier, less of a weight on her chest whenever she was around him. She flushed less and less at his praises and complements and started to tease him and be more playful. It was Exactly what she needed.

"Si but where does a painter factor into this?" Fiammettas thoughts were cut off by this comment.

"Hes more than that. Bring him the pieces. You'll see." Paola turned to Fiammetta. "By the way, this is Fiammetta. I'm sure you've met."

Ezio truned his attention to Fiammetta once again. "Yes, she help me escape the guards." He looked her up and down again. That smirk played on his lips. "Thank you for saying my life." he reached for her hand. He lifted it up and planted a small kiss on her knuckles.

She smiply look at him and gave him a nod. She awkwardly pulled back her hand and looked at Paola. Searching for a bit of mercy, she begged with her eyes asking for permission to leave.

Paola ignored her pleading eyes and looked to Ezio. "She will escort you to Leonardo's shop."

Her mouth dropped. How could Paola be so cruel and expect her to this when she was already so tired and set on taking a bath.

"B-but Paola, I'm sure he knows the way. And I'm sure he knows better than to get caught by the guards by now an-"

And with one look, Fiammetta shut her mouth. She knew better then to cross Paola. Glaring at Ezio and silently blaming him, Fiammetta stomped out of the garden. A childish move yes but, Fiammetta was already in a bad mood and all she wanted to do was rest. Ezio was now walking towards her with a stupid smile on his face. She turned away from him and started down the street. Paola only laughed to herself as she watched them leave.

Ahahahahhahaha im done with the first chapter!

I did make a prologue for my story and Im still deciding whether or not to put it up later or make it something different. I dont want to say too much but just to let you know, I have big plans for this story! I only hope I stay dedicated enough to finish it.

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