Assassination's note: For those who have read Different Sights before, you might notice that the whole first chapter - the original - has just been split into two. You will also notice the problem I mentioned earlier. The whole 'POV' thing...for some reason I can't do 'Altair thought this while Ezio thought this,' that might change over time though.
I also know that some people might think: What were you thinking?! Rewrite this whole thing?! Well, it had to be done, in my opinion. I couldn't just let it die while I'm still in my 'AC phase'. Another thing: I've also decided to 'fix' up the plot and other problems that originally possibly amused readers.


Altair rolled out of the hay he'd landed in. Pleased with himself that it hadn't gone wrong like earlier though a bit disappointed at the same time. He was still in this strange place, where he had no idea where he was and what was worse is how there's another assassin after him. A cocky one, but an assassin nonetheless. Brushing excess hay off, he looked about with his hands lifting to tug his hood back over his head once again.

Lowering them a moment later, he began his descent down a flight of stairs, furrowing his brows as confusion managed to make itself known through his yellow irises. Altair eventually plopped down on a bench, leaning back slightly as his forearms rested atop his knees. Tipping his head back, the assassin exhaled softly before lowering his head to take in the surrounding area.

There was a woman gossiping about how the guards were searching for someone, groups walking about and eventually his sights landed on a small posse of about four woman scantly dressed and beckoning people over. A slight scowl managed to make its way onto his face, averting his sights down to his hands. It made him scold himself for just sitting there, wasting time, when he could be about figuring out just where he was.

Pushing to stand, he made his way towards and around the giggling women, twisting to slip past and into an alleyway. Not that he missed a sigh from one of the girls before they went back to what they were doing.

Eventually Altair had found a place to climb to get to higher ground and so he began his assent then paused once he noticed no other crevice to grab to go any further. Frowning and after a sigh, he shoved himself off to the side, grabbing onto another ledge and continuing his climb up. After a while he grabbed hold of the edge to hoist himself over with a huff.

His lips were parted, breathing in and out slowly before pushing his hood back, having figured it wasn't worth having it on at the moment. He lifted his sights to another wall, tipping his head back to see how far it went before deciding that it was indeed worth it. Standing, the assassin made his way over to grab a loose brick, continuing his cat-like way upwards.

Finally grasping a wooden ledge, he lifted himself up and crouched on the surface, twisting so he could scan the area. Soon to silently curse once he took note of the water. Hunching over, he placed his left hand atop the end to give the area one last look before shifting to settle himself atop the edge of a pile of bricks that formed a large one. Golden, hawk-like, hues turned upwards, towards the vast sky.

The Arabian began to wonder. Such things as, How did I end up here? I did what I was told, now I am here...His thoughts soon turned to that assassin whom chased him, wondering just who he was and if he just liked attracting unwanted attention to himself. With a soft sigh, he rubbed his face.

He lowered his hand to look at the sky once more before lowering his sights down to his hands once again. Reaching for a throwing knife, Altair peered down on his reflection, the scar upon his lips the most noticeable feature. ...I doubt Malik is worried.


While a certain assassin was busy taking in the sights and thinking, Ezio was starting to become a bit annoyed and worried at the same time. A frown marred his features when his quarry didn't seem to show up. Which then lead to the possibility that the other had slipped past him.

Right under his nose probably. Dammit.

He then reminded himself that he had resources and allies, of course. Certainly he could get some information, Paula already told him that the courtesans were there for his disposal. With that in mind he made his way about the same route his fellow assassin had traveled. Now, seeing the ones he'd been looking for, he made his way over with a disarming and charming smile.

He even took note of how they seemed pleased to finally get a customer. Much to both their dismay...this was just 'business.' No 'business and pleasure.'

"Mie care, mie care, would you happen to know of a man who looks a bit out of place?" he started, holding up a hand. "Perhaps he has wandered past here. I am deeply worried, for my friend is foreign and does not know his way." At this he placed the raised hand against his chest in a concerned manner, smile still in place.

The women paused their giggles, eyes on him as if sizing him up. A chuckle and a few florines later they were more than willing to answer.

"He passed by not so long ago though he was an uncouth straniero, unlike you amore~" the brunette answered, ending with a purr and fluttering eyelashes.

Ezio gave a small bow, adding an engaging smile, before making his way into the alleyway behind the group. He felt his chest tighten, almost like it always did when he went into alleys alone with this death threat hanging over his head. He cast a quick glance over his shoulder to see if he'd been followed or if someone started to follow. Seeing none, the assassin looked forth, hoping that he hadn't permanently lost the other.

Nowhere to be seen. Lovely...

Sighing, Ezio crossed his arms with his brows knitting together. "Dio...this man is driving me up the walls." He then felt as if a drop of water had fallen on his head, nearly smacking himself at his own thoughtlessness.

Up the walls, of course.

"I must stop showing my stupidità to my fellow citizens." He laughed a bit, awkwardly, before sizing up the wall nearest him.

Nodding to himself mentally, Ezio leapt at it and pulled himself upwards, eventually making it to the top and gripping the ledge. Pulling himself up and over, the Italian paused once he realized he was in a tough spot. There was nowhere else to go unless he jumped and grabbed another crevice. With a sigh, he jumped for it and gripped the ledge tightly to then hoist himself over once more with a grunt.

True, he hadn't been exactly the quietest going about it but who could blame him? He was still new to this 'killing thing'.

Once at the top, Ezio glanced about before seeing his target simply sitting on the edge of the building. Contemplating and his pose struck him at that moment that the assassin he'd relentlessly pursued was far more experienced. It struck a cord as he stayed where he was, crouched on the edge, it was almost as if he was simply a fledgling amoung brilliant birds of prey.

The young assassin paused a moment once he saw that the man's arm shifted, as if pulling something out of putting it back.

Tisking on the inside at how he was acting like a frightened child, Ezio slowly got off the ledge, creeping forth as quietly as possible.

He hadn't even heard a certain latch be unlocked and blade slide out from its hiding place. That is until he was a foot away from the tanned man, whom whipped around and lounged at him. The elder assassin straddled him, a blade held at his throat, from a bracer so close to his own. Though that wasn't his main concern at the moment. By the look in the other's oddly colored eyes, he would probably become a dead man soon.

"What do you want?" was demanded, the foreign man's tone low as he simply glared down at the Auditore.

Figuring he'd already submitted himself to what fate had to deal him after he decided to get closer, Ezio's lips curved into a playful smile as he arched an eyebrow. Well, whether the other was displeased at seeing him or not...he was stuck with Ezio's company. "Is that any way to treat a fellow assassin?" he tutted, raising a hand with only the index out to wag in a scolding manner. Playful still, mind. "One who could possibly help as well."

Ezio risked shifting his weight, which seemed to be a bad idea since the blade nearly nicked his skin and he noted how the other's frown was still in place. Well, shit. He'd been effectively pinned to the rooftop. Not entirely, but still. Best not move.

"'fellow assassin?'" the man said slowly, raising a brow then easing the pressure slightly. Just a little. "A child could do better to sneak up on someone."

Now that just stung. Apparently this other male was blind, he may be new to this but he was definitely not a 'child' in other matters.

Ezio tried to keep his face from revealing how frustrated that made him. So, since just offering some amount of aid didn't work...time to bullshit his way through it. Like every single other one. It's not like he knew of any ways to throw this man off-guard to reverse the situation.

"If you keep wandering around you will attracted unwanted attention to yourself," he started, his hand uncurling in a somewhat offering motion, "and the other assassins. That wouldn't be fortunate for both of us."

Apparently this had the one atop him pause, as if taking in this information, before the blade was pulled back and snapping back into place. The first thing Ezio noticed was the missing finger, eyes locked onto it as his 'companion' shifted, one knee pressed to the roof and his other boot's sole resting on the surface.

"And you are the one who should take that advice." His right hand pushed himself up to stand, the Florentine noticing the golden orbs staring down at him.

Ezio had the oddest feeling he and this man were not going to get along. At all. Shifting to sit up on his elbows, he tried his damned hardest not to let sarcasm drip into his words, "I try to enjoy life, signorino."

As he pushed himself up to stand, the young assassin rose a brow once the other tugged his left glove on tighter before he spoke once again. "But..." The pause had Ezio glance over to where the man was looking with such hatred, not even assuming it be the water. "...if you can tell me where I am, I would appreciate it."

This had him pause a moment, raising a hand to then motion to the scenery. "You are in Florence, mio amico." Ezio then looked over at the man opposite him. "May I inquire as to where you are from?"