So yeah, first FanFic ever!

I have to say, I chose Assassin's Creed as my first FanFic because I'm totally in love with the game. (...And Ezio) It's something so interesting and different that I'm insanely obsessed and it was just about time that I wrote something about it. As well, I'm in love and have always fantasized about the Ezio x Rosa pairing and this is exactly what it's going to be about. (:

So I hope you really enjoy and if you have any comments, well comment. :D And please be nice, remember, frist FanFic but it shouldn't be too brutal whatsoever because I am a roleplayer of two or three years now, so.

( I will be mixing times and events too, so please cooperate with me! ^^ )

[[ Also, I will be putting in Italian words every here and there, so if you can't translate what every Italian word your reading, there will be a key at the bottom! ]]

DISCLAIMER: I do not own anything!

Narrative :

Venice, Italy.

He was free running at amazing speeds on top of the Venice rooftops. Jumping from building to building, you'd think this white-coated man was on something. He made such swift, precise moves that he almost looked majestic.

Ezio. That was his name. Ezio Auditore da Firenze. It could only be him. With the blood of his father, Giovanni, who had been an assassin like his ancestors before him, Ezio knew he had to follow in his footsteps. After the death of his father and two brothers from the betrayal of Rodrigo Borgia, he had sworn revenge. But when he'd had that very chance to take the Pope's life for his family's, he just couldn't. Ezio knew that killing this man wouldn't bring back his family, and even with Rodrigo accepting defeat and asking to be killed, Ezio refused.

But that was all behind him now. With the knowledge of Cesare killing his own father, he knew that that evil blood must run through his veins and he would come after Ezio soon enough just because he had the power to. Being a Templar Leader and all. Cesare had an older brother named Juan, and he was Rodrigo's favorite. First becoming a Templar Leader, Cesare was beyond jealous. So rumor had it that Cesare had set up a meeting with him and later convinced him to spend the night with a courtesan, who later killed him under Cesare's order.

It was a horrible thing to do and Ezio would never think of even doing that to his former older brother... No matter what it was about.

But trying to brush those thoughts from Ezio's mind, he just focused on sprinting and leaping. Building to building... And then he hit a dead end.

POV ; Rosa :

"I bet I could climb it before you ever could."

I was standing dead in front of Palazzo della Seta, one of the highest buildings I've ever been able to climb. I stood with my hands upon my hips, smirking at the fellow thief beside me. He hadn't a clue that I had the ability to climb something so high and he looked pretty confident by the looks of it. He held a grin and he crossed his arms while returning my gaze.

Franco was his name, and climb leaping was his game. He'd been the one who taught me the skill when I couldn't get it right. He was a better mentor than Antonio, but then again, I owed Antonio a lot for bringing me into the guild at 15. Especially when I'd tried to steal from him.

Franco laughed and shook his head at me. "Don't be silly, Rosa. You can never be as good as I." He held the same grin, running his hand over my arm roughly but affectionately.

I scoffed, swatting his hand away. "Okay, idiota. I'll show you. On three." I readied myself, getting ready to speed before Franco. "Uno... Due..."

"Tre!" Franco shouted, taking a sprint forward as he got a head start.

I drew in my eyebrows in a scowl and ran after him, still a little out of it since I'd been caught off guard. I was going to call three, I was. Not Franco. When I beat him, which I'm pretty sure I am, I think I'll bust his face in with my shoe.

But with what happened next, I don't think I'd be able to even move my leg.

I wasn't paying attention to anything but the building and climbing it. Franco was already pretty far up ahead of me and I was worried that I might not beat him. But I knew I had to, or he would never let me forget it. But from playful, things got serious pretty quickly.

"Cazzo! Ow!" I screamed, the pain so overwhelming that I let go and prepared to hit the concrete ground.

POV ; Ezio :

"Cazzo! Ow!"

The first thing I thought when I'd heard that scream was: "What a rotten mouth on this one." But then that sympathetic part of me hit and I knew that someone had been drastically hurt. I heard that thump, and I knew that something fell from a high height. I needed to know what happened.

As I stood over the dead end I'd come to in my free run, I looked over to my right where I heard that scream.

"Rosa! Rosa!" I heard a male shout.

A crowd began to gather, and I let my eyes move ahead of where they were pacing towards and then I saw her. She was laying on the hard concrete ground, half consumed by a bush that was planted right beside the Palazzo della Seta. She was groaning loud enough for me to hear and she was grasping the calf of her left leg as she rocked in pain. I saw a man, just about her height carefully climbing down the great walls, obviously wanting to get down to her aid as quickly as possible, but not wanting to make the fall like she had.

Then I realized that I was just standing there, letting the breeze fly around me as I watched the scene unfold before me. So I sprinted off the corner of the building, scolding myself in my thoughts for just jumping without making sure I had anything to break my fall. But fortunately there was a bail of hay there to keep me from plummeting into the concrete like this girl had just done.

I climbed out of the hay stack, letting the little strands of yellow string fall off my cape as I ran to the aid of the one called Rosa. My breath was a little heavy, and my lungs were beginning to feel tight. I hadn't felt nervous like this since the very moment I was living and I wondered what it meant. But I couldn't think about it, I couldn't pay attention to it. I could leave that for another time to come.

But as I pushed through the crowd of people, trying my best not to knock anyone innocent in the situation, I finally made my way to the girl and with me being closer I realized what made her fall. There was an arrow mended deeply into her calf and blood was leaking out, making a puddle around her.

The man who'd shouted her name was standing over her, obviously panicking and unknowing of what to do. When he tried to touch the arrow to pull it out, the girl would scream curses at him and swat his hand away. But when he would ask her what to do and what she wanted, she'd reply that she'd want the arrow gone. I understood why her companion was unsure.

And then she realized me when I had the nerve to walk closer. She looked at me with a dumbfounded look, not sure what to make of me. But she couldn't pay attention to me and what I was doing there for the male was trying to adjust her so he could carry her. But she yelled and shouted and smacked him away, obviously furious and hurting a lot.

"Qui," I said, offering to reach down for her. And she fought me, obviously not finding the pleasure in being touched by a stranger. But I was her only hope, really. I could bring her to a doctor, and I knew there was one standing by somewhere around this enormous building. And her companion, even if she let him carry her, he would have given in to her weight in seconds. He wasn't the most muscular persona, so to say.

Even though I was hit in the face and torso several times, Rosa gave in to my aid and settled herself down. She must have come to the conclusion that I was only here to help, not kidnap her.

"Franco!" She hissed, grunting when I adjusted her in my cradling arms. "Lead him to Antonio." She whimpered in pain, trying to get more comfortable in my arms. I let her, not minding that her blood was smearing all over my chest plate and white cloak.

But to her request, 'Franco' nodded and lead the way at a face pace. I couldn't as easily keep up, but I managed even with the girl adjusting and cursing in pain in my arms.

Italian Translations ;

Idiota : Moron / Idiot

Uno, Due, Tre : One, Two, Three

Cazzo : Fuck

Qui : Here

So, I really hope you enjoyed! I have to say I worked really hard on this and I'm really happy with the outcome. Please comment if you like and I hope you're ready for the next chapter!