Alright, people! The sequel to The Masyaf Metalheads is here! Enjoy!

The Roman Rappers

Disclaimer: I do not own ANY of the rap lyrics in this fanfic. Neither do I own Assassin's Creed, Leonardo da Vinci, Pope Alexander VI, his family, and the whole damn 16th Century.

1505 AD, 12:45 A.M.

A loud knock woke Leonardo up. Wiping the saliva off his mouth, he looked around his workshop and saw his assistant Salaì sitting on the chair in front of his fireplace, passed out and smelling like alcohol. Not the isopropyl types you see in drugstores/chemist's/what-have-you's, but the type you'd find in a bottle of Budweiser. Old Leo here is really groggy right now. Then the knocks repeated again. "Porca puttana…I'm coming!" he said impatiently. Once Leo opened the door, he was greeted by the sight of his good friend Ezio Auditore, who looked like a mess. His robes had been spattered in blood, his sword was drawn out, his hidden blade and gun still had bits of Borgia guard flesh on it, and his face had copious amounts of dirt and sweat all over. "Ezio?" Leo asked "What are you doing here at this hour?" "Leonardo, listen to me. Borgia guards are looking for me right now. Take the Artifact. Hide it. Make sure that no one sees it!" Ezio said with haste. Before Leonardo could reply, Ezio put the Apple of Eden in the painter's hands and pushed him back inside his workshop, closing the door immediately thereafter. Leonardo got back up, dusted his clothes and went back to bed, confused. Suddenly, he heard Ezio shout "Well, you're certainly well-fed!" followed by a Brute screaming in rage.

The next morning, Leonardo was getting ready for that painting Francesco del Giocondo commissioned him to do when …"Mio dio! I have no paint!" The loud nature of Leonardo's cry woke Salai up, making him draw his dagger, and start yelling a string of Italian profanities that could rival Caterina Sforza and Bartolomeo d'Alviano; ending in "If you were to do ANYTHING to Leonardo, I'm gonna personally cut you up, roast you in the piazza and have you served to il Papa (The Pope)!" Truly, a tirade like this wouldn't go unnoticed, and sure enough Leo got himself a thick enough stick and whacked the poor guy in the head. "Ow!" Salai cried "Leonardo?" "Keep your voice down, Salai! The neighbors might hear you!" Leonardo ordered "Looks like I'm all out of paint, would you stay here just for a little while?" Salai sheathed back his dagger and asked "Why?" "Because, for all we know, Cesare might come back. I can't risk him finding out that I had been hiding the Artifact…" Oh no, Leo said it! Realizing what he did, he covered his mouth and turned away. 'Mio dio' Leo thought 'Mio dio, I said it! I hope Salai isn't paying much attention, or else, Ezio would KILL me!'

Leo turned to face Salai. To his relief, the boy was just smelling his dagger; oblivious to everything. "I'm sorry, what did you say?" he asked. Leo sighed with relief and said "Nothing, I said we can't risk thieves stealing that silver ball perched on my desk. I'll be back, Salai!" "Right, Leonardo. Ciao!" Salai impatiently said. Once Leo closed his door, Salai walked up to Leo's desk and started scrutinizing the Artifact. 'Hmm, I wonder what Leonardo would want with this." After five high-octane action-packed minutes of poking the Apple, Salai picked it up and began juggling it with empty paint cans. Five more epically glorious minutes of juggling followed, until…

*BOOM!*

"YAAAAOOOWWW!" Salai yelped. The fool failed to catch the silver ball; as a result, it landed on his foot. Getting up a few moments later, Salai took the ball and started taking all his frustrations out on it. "Stupid ball! Why you no be light?" he exclaimed. As if it heard what he said, the Apple started to glow brighter than the sun. Salai could feel his eyes frying; a sensation that could be equal to a mad scientist using a GDI Ion Cannon to perform laser eye surgery; like Darth Vader himself was gouging your eyes with a lightsaber. But soon…it stopped! The light was now way more manageable for him. "What sorcery is this?" Salai asked himself. Before him was a screen that looks suspiciously like a YouTube video player with a really strange title. "Cha-meel-eon-naireh" he said with obvious difficulty "Reedeen Deerrti. What a strange name" Salai looked down and say a horizontally-oriented triangle saying 'Play Again' in Italian. He touched the button and heard a booming melody, followed by a man with a REALLY deep voice saying (or rather, yelling):

"YOU HAVE THE RIGHT TO REMAIN SILENT! THAT MEANS SHUT UP!"

This scared the idiot so much he fell back to and took cover behind Leonardo's desk.

"They see me rollin', They hatin'.

Patrollin', they gon' catch me Ridin' Dirty!"

Salai took a small peek from behind the desk. He couldn't believe his eyes: moving pictures! "Mio dio!" he said in childlike wonder and glee "I have to show this to everyone!" So he took the Apple and began running around 500 meters of Leo's workshop, getting himself a huge mob of curious Italians.

And where, oh where, has Leonardo gone?

"Mio dio, I didn't realize that the demand for paint was THIS high!" he exclaimed as he looked to a line of 300 or so people.

Right, there it is, the first chapter to the sequel to The Masyaf Metalheads .I apologize if some people are a bit out-of-character here. I'm thinking about changing my writing style, you know. If you have any comments, suggestions, or polite criticisms for me, kindly leave them in the comments section. Insieme per la vittoria! –JGT-298.