Hi everyone! I'm back again with another Assassins Creed fanfic, and really. It has been quite an amount of time since I last wrote anything for this fandom, and when I suddenly had the idea for this fanfic I decided to write it off as soon as possible (The idea came while I was hearing the song "Friends never say goodbye" from "The rute to El Dorado" (It is a great movie, really). Anyways, the main pairing for this chapter will be Cesare/Micheletto, and others will be mentioned, like past Cesare/Ezio, Ezio/Caterina and onesided Lucrezia/Cesare. Seeing how I usually write romance it will take some time for these to appear, but I would like to tell this on the first chapter. Maybe there will be other pairings, but it's too soon to tell right now. By the way, this is an modern AU (alternate universe), so be warned. I will try to make it as similar as possible to the original storyline.

Disclaimer: I don't own Assassins Creed, however I do own the plot of this story.

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Micheletto's POV:

I was currently riding on a quite expensive car that belonged to the brother of my grandfather towards the elite school that I had recently been accepted into. The car was being driven by the personal butler of my last remaining family. It was already half way into the school year right now though, and today would be my very first day at that school. The school that I been accepted into was a very well known elite school where people that came from rich families, noble families or that simply had powerful connections attended. I had been accepted into it at the start of this year, no doubt because of the brother of my grandfather's brother reputation. I came from a high middle class family, rich enough to have a good living but not rich enough to get into these kind of places that provided an exceptional education, or so was said.

My grandfather had been a bit of a rich man that had had a very high status when he was young, but as he got older he lost this status and the riches that came with it. He did have a bit of noble blood inside him that we had all inherited, as he had insisted in repeating a million times every time my family saw him. His brother had also become a very rich man, but contrary to his brother he had managed to preserve his status and he was a quite known man, although not the most known man around and certainly not the richest one too. He had broken ties with his family a very long time ago, and he had never seen me or any other family until a year and a half ago, when it occurred. A year and a half ago my family had died victim of an aeroplane accident. I had always been an only child, but my father, mother and grandfather had all died in that crash, leaving me an orphan. After that I had soon been sent with my last remaining family, if it could be considered that: the brother of my grandfather, who lived at Florence.

The man had soon decided to send me to an elite school so that I could be a worthy man and not depend of him in the future, the last thing that he wanted after all was me depending on him. Part of the reason to send me to this elite high school at Rome was the fact that his social status would be damaged if I continued attending the school that I had been attending until now, with all those "dirty low class people". That was why he had decided to send me to this school, and since he had decided this I had immediately been accepted into the school. However I got very sick near the time when the school was going to start, preventing me from attending school during the first months. I had stayed at my new 'home' while trying to get better, doing all the schoolwork and studying everything that was done in class and that was sent to me by email by the teachers. About a week ago I had finally gotten better, and this was why I was now being carried to this elite school at Pisa. I had packed all of my clothes and things three days ago, but it had only been today, this Sunday, when I had finally been sent over to the school.

All the students that stayed at the school had to live in its residence during the whole year, being allowed to go back to their respective houses during holidays. Something told me that I would stay there until summer, when school finally finished. The students had big bedrooms, from what I had been told, and each was required to share this bedroom with another student. Right now I was wondering who I would have to share my bedroom with exactly and how they would be. I hoped that they would be friendly at least and not too bossy or snobby. I couldn't stand people like that. I really couldn't. I also wondered if anyone would look down upon me because of the fact that I wasn't from a really powerful family. Of course, I did have some of the so called "blue blood" and had had some powerful ancestors, but all of this was so mixed that it could easily be ignored in the eyes of someone that came from a rich and powerful family.

"We have arrived to your new school sir" I suddenly heard the butler of my grandfather's brother say as the car finally came to a stop.

"Oh, thank you Juan" I said with my typical thick Spanish accent. My family was from Spain, more specifically from Valencia, and had been born there and had grown up there too up until I had 16 years of age. However ever since they had died I had been living in Florence with my grandfather's brother. He was a very grumpy old man and not sociable at all. I really hoped that I wouldn't see him again. I soon heard the door of the expensive car opening, and I came out as soon as this happened.

"Thank you Juan" I said with an honest tone of voice.

"It's my duty sir" He immediately replied before he turned around and went towards the trunk of the car, opened it and got my massive suitcase, that contained quite a lot of my clothes. I got hold of the bag where I was carrying more important things like books to read, my mobile phone and my laptop, along others and took several steps towards the imponent building that was the school that now was right in front of me.

Juan then closed the car and accompanied me towards the main entrance of the school, that was several metres away from where he had parked the car. As soon as we were about to enter the building an old looking woman with a very false smile on her face came towards us to greet me.

"You are Micheletto da Corella, aren't you?" She said as that false and annoying smile grew even larger.

"Oh, yes. But please call me Miguel" I immediately said. I hated hearing the Italianised version of my first name.

"Okay, Miguel. Now please let me guide you to the room where you will be staying, okay?" She said.

I nodded and I then got hold of my suitcase. "See you another time Juan" I told the butler with an honest smile on my face.

"Good luck in your new school sir" he immediately replied then before he went back to his car and drove away.

I then turned around again to look at the woman that had greeted me, that now didn't have that smile on her face. "Micheletto, please follow me" She then immediately said as she turned around and started walking across a corridor with a surprising speed.

I gritted my teeth and I forced myself to follow her. "Yes Ma'am" I immediately said, trying to stop myself from repeating that I wanted to be called 'Miguel' and not 'Micheletto' with a not so nice tone of voice.

"I suppose that you already know how we do things in this school, don't you?" The woman then said with a clearly stressed, tired and angry tone of voice.

"Oh yes, I read everything that you sent me about this school" I immediately replied.

"Good, that way you won't have to be explained again. We expect you to follow all of the rules exactly. Not following a rule will result in a warning and later on immediate expulsion" She said with a harsh tone of voice.

"I'm aware Ma'am" I replied.

The woman didn't even look at me and just continued walking forwards across the corridors, turning left and right several times. This place seemed to be like a massive labyrinth, and I couldn't help but wonder just how I would manage to learn my way around. As far as I had read the school had two main parts of the building where all the bedrooms were located. One was for the girls and the other was for the boys. Of course neither was allowed to be at the section of the other. Each of these sections was divided into three sections, where all the different students were placed according to their age. This was a big school, and the students attending it ranged from seven to eighteen. All students shared a bedroom with another student, but apparently sometimes some students didn't share with another one. I wondered again with who I would be placed in my room. Each of these three sections had a central room, called the 'common room', that was the place where the students of the respective section could spend time with other students of the same section. The common room was the first placed to be accessed of the respective section, and it led to all of the different rooms where the students of that section lived at.

Minutes passed, and even though I was quite strong I was now struggling to keep carrying the enormous suitcase that I had. Soon, and after many other turns and going in, out and through corridors of a varying width and length we finally arrived to a door that was quite big and that had beside it a label that read "Common Room 2".

"It is here" The woman then said. "You will be sharing room with Niccolo Machiavelli" She then said as she opened the door. Just then her mobile phone rang, and she immediately answered it.

"Yes?" She said as soon as she answered the phone. "I understand, yes, I will be there in a minute then" She then finished saying, soon hanging the phone.

She then looked around the common room, obviously looking for someone that was there. If she had to go she would probably tell them to show me where my room was. The common room was a big, well decorated and comfortable place. It almost transmitted the atmosphere that the living room at a house transmitted. It just had this familiarity around it that it made me want to sit down and relax inside the room. There were several large sofas, a chimney, some desks that had some books piled on top of them and then some chairs here and there. It was, generally speaking, quite clean and organised. The woman that had been guiding me here soon spotted a person lying on top of a sofa, who had obviously just waken up.

"Cesare" She said, with a quite demanding tone of voice.

The boy, who seemed to be of about my age, immediately got up from the sofa still looking quite sleepy and a bit startled and then looked at us, his eyes looking at me with interest.

"Yes?" He asked in quite an informal way.

"Cesare, please take this new student to Niccolo's room. He is going to be his new roommate" The woman said.

The boy seemed to think about this for a while, but he soon agreed to what the woman said. "Yes" he simply said as he continued staring at me and looking at me from head to toe several times.

As soon as the woman heard the boy's reply she turned around, not bothering to say thanks, and went away from the room looking quite pissed off, angry and stressed. She also seemed to be muttering something under her breath, but I couldn't completely catch it. As soon as the woman left the room the boy that the woman had called, Cesare, laughed for a bit.

"I swear to god, she's just so..." He started saying, not managing to finish his phrase due to laughing.

I just stared at him as he did this, not really knowing what to do or how to react. Cesare had slightly long hair that almost reached his shoulders, and he had a faint track of hair on his chin, sign that he hadn't really shaved that morning. He had very dark brown hair, and eyes of the same colour that had a mischievous and intelligent glint in them. He had a slender but you could easily tell that he was quite strong and well built though. He was quite handsome, and I would be lying if I said otherwise. I wouldn't be surprised if he was one of the most popular males at the school. He was wearing simple black trousers and no shoes right now, and instead wore socks. His hair was slightly messy and he was also wearing a simple white shirt that was slightly opened at the top due to the design. It was pure white, there wasn't a single spot on it.

"So, who are you?" He then asked, once he had stopped laughing, with a serious and yet friendly ton eof voice.

"I am Miguel da Corella, a new student" I immediately said.

"I could tell as much. So, why have you arrived so late into the year?" He asked with curiosity.

I stopped some moments to think about what I would reply to him. How much could I say? I soon decided that I wouldn't lose much if I told him the whole story, and so I started talking then. "About a year and a half ago my parents and my grandfather died in an accident and I was sent to live with my grandfather's uncle. I fell sick near the start of the first term and I've only recovered until recently." I explained.

"I'm sorry" The boy then said with a guilty-sounding voice, but not really changing his facial expression.

"It's okay" I immediately replied with an honest tone of voice.

"So, Miguel" The boy, Cesare started saying with a slight Spanish accent in his voice "who are you going to be sharing a room with?" The boy then asked. Had he listened at all to what that woman had said?

"Niccolo Machiavelli" I immediately replied after some thinking.

"Oh" He said. "Okay then, follow me" He then said as he got up from the sofa and went towards a corridor. Suddenly he stopped and turned around to look at me. "Do you need help with that?" He then asked me.

"O-oh no, thank you. I can manage right now" I said with a laugh. The other boy smiled a bit and then continued walking, but at a slower pace that the one that the woman that had guided me here had had.

We soon were walking across several corridors in quite a relaxed way as he guided me to that Machiavelli's room. We were talking all the time that we were walking about all kinds of things. I wished that I had met him when I had entered the school instead of seeing that unpleasant woman. However we soon reached the room where I would be living at until the end of this year.

"Here it is" Cesare said when we reached the room. It was marked by a number beside it, number 97.

I stared at the door with wonder, curious as of how the other person that I would be sharing the room with was like.

"By the way, Miguel, are you Spanish?" Cesare then asked "You have quite a thick accent" He then added.

"O-oh, yes. I was born at and I lived at Valencia until I was sixteen" I immediately replied, wondering why I was telling him all of this. "You have quite an accent as well, are you from Spain too or...?" I asked.

He laughed. "Ah, yes. My father is from Spain and the rest of his family is as well from there, more specifically from Valencia as well. My mother is from Italy though. I lived at Spain for several years when I was a kid, but after some time we moved to Rome" He explained. "That is why I have a bit of a Spanish accent" He then added. "Well, Miguel. I am pleased to meet you" He then said before turning around. "Hopefully we will see each other around soon" He then said again.

I nodded quite happily. "See you later then!" I said with a slightly loud tone of voice as he walked away.

Once he had disappeared I turned around and looked at the door again, staring at it quite a while. After about a minute of staring at it I gathered all the strength that I had and I knocked on it several times. A few seconds passed until the door was opened by another boy that seemed to be of about my age.

"So you are the new student?" he asked as he scanned me.

I nodded, "Yes, I'm Miguel da Corella. I'm pleased to meet you" I said as I extended my right hand towards him.

He quickly extended his own right hand and shook my hands. "I'm pleased to meet you Micheletto" He then said. "I am Niccolo Machiavelli, your new roommate" He then added as he stood to one side of the door. "Please come in" He then finished saying.