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This story is nowhere near finished yet but i was just so desperate to get the first chapter out i couldn't wait.
The idea for this song came to me when i was listening to the song Spanish Eyes by Ricky Martin lol. The lyrics just gave me a woosh of insparation so her is what i came up with...
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Italian Eyes

Venezia, the City of Water, and one of the most beautiful cities built by man. However since the death of the Doge, Giovanni Mocenigo, there had been much chaos and disruption to the daily lives of the cities people. Ezio was now one of the most wanted me in all of Italia, being blamed for the assassination of the Doge, (which he was not responsible for) along with the assassination of Carlo Grimaldi (who he was responsible for). The White clothed Assassin had to lay low, staying at Antonio's and keeping out of site so as not to be discovered, however this was proving to be very tedious. It had been weeks, and Ezio was desperate to do something, anything or he feared he would go mad.

He occasionally visited his closest and most trusted friend Leonardo de Vinci. The painter and Assassin had been friends for many years, and Ezio trusted Leonardo with more than just his life. Whilst visiting the artist one day Ezio, finally could not keep it to himself any longer. "By God Leonardo! If I do not get out and do something soon I will go mad!" he shouted.

"So this is what has been troubling you amico mio. Well as it so happens you may not have to stay cooped up much longer" Leonardo exclaimed with a chuckle.

"What are you talking about; you know I am the most wanted man in all of Italia! I cannot go out, not yet anyway." said Ezio dryly, frustration colouring his handsome features.

"What I mean my friend is it is Carnevale! And in Carnevale season almost everybody wears a mark, this gives you the perfect opportunity to go out, yet still not be seen." explained Leonardo, with a smile on his lips. Upon hearing these words, Ezio's sour mood suddenly lifted into one of excitement and anticipation at the thought of being aloud out, to wander the streets, also Carnevale was the perfect place to perhaps have a bit of fun with his new found freedom.

"Leo you are a genius, the only problem is I do not have a mask"

"That is not a problem amico, I have one you can borrow" said Leonardo, quite satisfied that he had improved his friend's mood, then drifting to one of his many chests, started to rummage threw it until he revealed a very beautiful silver and blue carnival mask. He then handed it to Ezio with a smile plastered across his lips.

"This is very beautiful amico mio, where ever did you get it?" asked Ezio, taking the finely detailed mask and examining it. It had a pale blue body with fine silver swirls and a few gold decorations, intricately detailed around the nose and eyes.

"I made it Ezio, Carnevale looked so beautiful, I wanted to make my own and I had intended to use it but you need it more than I," he replied with a small laugh watching his friend gaze at his work.

"But it is yours I can not accept this. I will just have to find another one." stated Ezio, about to hand the mask back.

"No, no I insist!" said Leonardo with a smile "only the best for my friend, now go out, have fun and take your mind off things, I may even join you later… that is if I can find you," the painter mused turning back to some work on his desk.

"Thank you amico, it would be nice to see you later perhaps but I cannot promise anything," replied the Assassin, with a devilish smirk on his lips. Rising from his chair, picking up the mask and making his way from the workshop window.

"Ciao," called Leonardo as the Assassin jumped out of the window and into the night of Venezia.

Venice was a sight to be seen in Carnival, colourful fags and banners covered the streets and buildings, hundreds of lights, light up the sky. People littered the streets, dancing, drinking and enjoying the festival. Their faces covered in masks of all shapes and colours. Women's dresses more provocative than normal and men more finely dressed. Fire breathers and jugglers danced amongst the crowds entertaining as they went. At Carnevale, the night came alive.

Ezio sat atop one of Venice's many buildings against the water. He looked down at the large party in the streets. No one would notice him as everyone around wore a mask to cover their face. As his keen eye passed over the dancing citizens he spotted one woman who stood out amongst the rest. He made his way down the building and joined the edge of the crowed, his eyes never leaving her swaying form. As he waded his way closer Ezio took in her immense beauty, his eyes hungrily drinking in the sight of her. She was breathtaking. Her caramel skin shimmered in the light of the moon while her mahogany hair cascaded down her shoulders in thick waves. Her slim body curved in all the right places that made Ezio watch with wonder as it swayed to the music. His eyes raked over her blood red dress, gold lace trims and corset bodes, along to her collar and neck, a thin gold chain held a small M shaped pendent on the end that travelled down to the valley of her breasts. Continuing his journey up to her full lips that just begged him to taste them, until he reached her eyes behind a black and gold mask, decorated with gold beads and black lace. Once his eyes met hers his heart almost skipped a beat. The liquid topaz colour threatened to drown him and he struggled to breathe. She looked at him and smiled invitingly, Ezio saw this as his queue to approach although he found it difficult to make his brain work his legs into moving. Ezio walked over to her and smiled his most charming smile that always had every woman crumble at his feet, however she was different. She just continued to smile back at him while she sashayed her hips and shock her shoulders.

"Buona sera, Signorina, I pray your evening is going well?" Ezio asked in the politest and charming manner he could muster.

"Very well, grazie Signor," she replied in the most heavenly voice Ezio had ever heard. The Assassin found the god like woman fascinating, and she had only spoken four words to him.

"May I offer you a dance Bello?" inquired the Assassin, offering her his hand.

"I am sorry Signore but I do not dance with strangers," she answered apologetically.

"Oh, but at Carnevale, everyone is a stranger, are they not?" Ezio replied airily, a small smirk creeping across his lips.

"Touché, signore. I believe you are correct in that case I would love to dance." She said with a witty smile and small laugh. Taking Ezio's hand they made their way towards the dance floor.

Ezio felt quite proud of himself as he had never really been much of a dancer, but she seemed to just swirl around him with ease creating the impression to the other dancers that they were bother professional. Ezio could not pry himself away from her eyes; they were a magnificent colour, unlike any he had ever seen before.

"You have the most beautiful eye colour I have every seen." He said as they whirled around again before the music began to come to a close.

"You are too kind Ser; they are the same as my fathers." She replied with a smile, before stopping in front of the white Assassin and curtsying.

"Really? And who would he be?" Ezio asked with a cheeky grin.

"Oh wouldn't you like to know," she replied with a grin of her own.

"Touché," said Ezio with a laugh. "Am I not aloud to know anything about you?"

"Well that depends on what you ask, but that you may not know,"

"Very well, how long have you been in Venezia?"

"I was born in the city, and have lived here all my life; Venezia is my home and the most beautiful city in the world," she replied with a loving smile as she looked out at her home. As they spoke they had slowly begun to walk away from the crowds, towards a wall by the waters edge.

"I think Firenze is far more interesting that Venezia and my city does not smell as bad either." the Assassin stated proudly with a cheeky grin upon his scarred lips.

"You are from Firenze? Oh how I would love to go there, it always sounded lovely but I will have to disagree with your statement at it being more interesting. Now I can agree that it is more interesting if you like banking perhaps, but for culture and art Venezia, now she is the true winner." She retorted, a devilish spark creeping into her topaz eyes.

They stayed at the waters edge laughing and joking for hours. They discussed everything from politics to art to simple things they both liked and disliked. Ezio found her fascinating, he had never once in his life wanted simply to talk to a woman before, just charm them until he got into their bedroom then be done with them. But she was different, he wanted to know about her, her life, things that made her happy, sad, everything. Yet he knew almost nothing about her, and it suddenly dawned on him.

"I do not know your name Signorina," he asked. Their fingers rested on the wall behind them and they slowly began, over the course of the evening, to come closer together and now they almost touched, the tips just brushing each others.

"Isabella, but you may call me Bella if you wish, and I will not give you my last name," she said with a smile, but there was something in the eyes of hers, that conveys every emotion she was feeling, Ezio felt like they where a gateway to her soul.

"Been involved in criminal activity perhaps?" Ezio questioned teasingly.

"Oh no, but even if I had do you think I would tell you, and anyway what is you name Ser?" she replied with a laugh at his open teasing.

"Ezio, but I cannot give you my last name either Bella," he said, smiling down at her gently.

"And perhaps you have been involved in criminal activity maybe?"

"What would you do if I told you I had?" Ezio's face stretched into a smile full of nuisance, but expressed the most handsome features of his face.

Ezio noticed as the night continued slowly, that Bella slowly began to let her coy guard down, and the Assassin got away with more than she had let him before. Light touches where now growing into more intimate ones, and Ezio struggled to restrain himself from kissing her before he knew he was allowed, he so desperately wanted to taste those wine red lips. This woman excited him in more ways than the one, she was independent and not afraid of men like most women, this animated the Assassin to new levels. Ezio admired her beauty, but he could not look away from her eyes. While staring intently into her topaz eyes, he leaned closer, until his nose was filled with the lilac smell of her perfume, Ezio's lips ghosted over hers but she did not pull away. He was so transfixed with her smell and eyes that Ezio did not notice when her slender hands rested lightly on the sides of his face and she pressed her lips to his. The moment was perfect, as the kiss became deeper. He slowly placed one hand around her slim waste while the other began to tangle into her mahogany locks. Bella leaned into the Assassin, her body moulding to fit his perfectly, not once breaking the kiss. Tracing his tongue gently along her bottom lip, begging for entrance, so he could taste her. She gladly complied opening her mouth and moulding her tongue with his. She tasted heavenly, sweet and Ezio did not want to stop for air but slowly found it a growing necessity. He slowly broke the kiss, but placed light pecks across her cheeks and jaw.

"Do you have anywhere you need to be Bella?" Ezio asked huskily, his voice thick with his growing lust and desire to taste more of her.

"U-hhh, I do not believe so," she replied struggling to answer coherently as her mind was else where, remembering the kiss, and thinking about how much more she wanted.

"Then come with me." Taking her hand and lacing their fingers together, Ezio pulled her away from the party. He had to think of somewhere to take her, and fast. The Thieves Guild was defiantly out, he could not ask Leonardo a favour like this but he could not think of anywhere else, he would just have to think of a way to explain and make it up to the artist. Ezio prayed hard all the way to the familiar workshop that Leonardo was out enjoying Carnevale like he said he would.

The reached the door of the artists workshop, Ezio gave two knocks and then let themselves in. he called out to the artist a few times, but got no reply, he thought to himself that someone was looking out for him in heaven.

"Please, make yourself at home Bella," said Ezio whilst wandering over to a cupboard to retrieve some glasses, now to locate the artists 'hidden stash' of wine. Leonardo relocated it every time Ezio found where he had last hidden it, only for Ezio to find it again, and every time Ezio asked if he would like a drink, he would reply "I don't," making Ezio laugh.

"Is this where you live? You did not mention you liked art, or inventions for that matter? She asked surprised, while examining the many unfinished pieces Leonardo had lying around.

"Oh no, I do not paint, this is not where I live but a friends, I am staying with him while in Venezia." Ezio replied smoothly, whilst pilling out the bottle of Grappa from under an 'old' painting, then coming to join her on the large red sofa by the fireplace.

"A strange place to keep wine," she said with an amused smile.

"He likes to play 'hide-n-seek' with it every time, thinking I won't find it sooner or later." Placing the glassed down and pouring the deep red liquid. Handing Bella a glass Ezio said "Salute e felicità, health and happiness."


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