This is my first fic ever.
I know it's short and bad, but... please enjoy.
Risponderai
A blond boy was sitting on a round, small chair and he painted something. He wiped his forehead, sighed and smiled, looking at his work. It was tiny, blurried a little bit and wasn't even finished, but he adored it already. He watched the small picture with love in his eyes for the last time and then covered it with a white sheet. He pat his lap and stood up.
As he looked around, he saw a bunch of his classmates in the room, but much more stranger students gathered in there. Suddenly, the workshop's little, chestnut-brown door opened wide, and a tall, hasel, long haired guy rushed into the room. His hair was in a small ponytail, tied up with a red ribbon. He fling opened both his arms and hugged the blond man. The blonde laughed and wrapped his left arm around the brown's back, who pulled backwards and kissed the blonde's cheek.
- What are you doing here, Ezio? - asked the blonde still smiling. Ezio peacefully stared into his blue eyes.
- Looking for you, amore mio. What did you do? - asked back, and looked over his love's shoulders. He saw the covered painting and was just about to go and examine it from closer, but the other boy stopped him.
- It's... not finished yet. I don't want you to see it like this.
Ezio closed his mouth and silently nodded. He took a step back and then grinned again.
- I'm sure it's going to be wonderful, just like you. - whispered and pecked the blonde's forehead, beating some yellow tufts away with his fingers.
- Leonardo! Can you come over here? - shouted a red haired girl from the other side of the classroom, waving her hand in the air. The man nodded and turned back to Ezio, holding his hand.
- Just a minute. - murmured Leo gently, and let go of Ezio's hand. He once faced back at Ezio smiling, and then he walked away to the girl. Ezio crossed his hands behind his back and still smirked softly.
As something hi t his mind, he moved to the painting a little bit behind and raised the white veil.
The tiny picture was probably the most beautiful thing he had ever seen in his 17 years. Just a second looking at it was enough to melt his heart, making him blush and feel truly alive.
When he heared Leonardo's steps, he dropped the sheet back on the painting, and ran into his arms.
The piece of linen fell on the light brown floor as a sudden, tender wind entered the small room.
END
