Yeah, so I'm just really inspired by this FF and I'm actually really anxious to write more that I actually woke up early on Saturday! Go figure.

Haha, but here goes. (:


POV ; Rosa :

"Careful, idiota!" I spat at him, digging my nails into the cloaked man's sleeve as he jogged after Franco. I grumbled in pain, hearing the cloaked man make his own discomforted grunts. Franco was going pretty fast for this man to be able to follow, but I was too busy being consumed by the pain in my left leg than to have to scold him. Franco wasn't the smartest when he was panicked, no. While he led this rescuer, Franco decided it'd be smart to climb over small buildings instead of having to go around like he had to. It just made things go by slower and I was in enough pain as it was.

But finally, that painful journey came to an end and we reached the back of one of the Guilds in Venice where Antonio and two of his thieves were going over a map that laid on a wooden table. There was a roof over the back part of the guild, but there was an opening that anyone could come through if they knew the secret path. I didn't think it was the smartest idea for Franco to lead a stranger through that, but I couldn't care right now.

When we came through, Antonio raised his head and gasped. His eyes went wide and he looked as if he couldn't think for a second. His eyes ran over my dripping wound and everything that had been on that wooden table was pushed off by his arms, including that map. Which the two thieves went after before one of the candles could drip wax on it.

"Immediately! Bring her here, Ezio." He patted the wooden surface roughly and I was laid there quickly. When my savior's arms were freed, he brushed that hood off of his head and I saw what laid beneath. That smooth, luxurious hair underneath was tempting enough for me wanting to reach out to it, but the pain proved to be too powerful again. And his eyes, too far away for me to see the color, but they were dark. Around his mouth, he had a scar that made you wonder where he's been and what he's been doing. And his facial hair spoke for itself. He was a gentleman with that... secret dark side. But I was cut from my thoughts and my attention was turned completely back to the pain in my leg.

I was ready to start crying, but with my fellow thieves and this handsome stranger around, I couldn't. I wouldn't dare.

"Wh-Where does it hurt, Rosa?" Antonio asked, running the tip of his finger around the swollen wound.

I scowled, ready to whip his hand away too. "Where does it look like it hurts stupido?" I hissed.


POV ; Ezio :

When Antonio's gaze rested on me, I gave him a small greeting under my breath. I've known Antonio far before Rodrigo Borgia, and we've become good friends in the process. A lot of his thieves have helped me over the years and I didn't realize that this was the Antonio Rosa was speaking of until I saw him with my own eyes. I hadn't seen him in awhile and thinking for a second that he hadn't recognized me, I pushed the hood off of my head. I saw that spark of familiarization flash in his brown eyes, but Rosa's groans pulled him away from saying anything towards me.

I caught a glimpse of Rosa staring at my features and the breath in my throat was blocked by a lump for a moment or two. That look in her eyes gave me a weird feeling in my stomach, but when she looked away I felt... empty.

I watched as Antonio nodded and wrapped his hand around the base of the arrow. "Okay, Rosa. Here it goes..." I looked at Rosa and she had her eyes squeezed shut as she readied herself for the pain to come. And as Antonio jerked his hand back with the arrow in his grip, Rosa looked as if she wanted to scream on the top of her lungs. I've had plenty of arrows shot at me and into my flesh and I remember the pain when I pulled them out... But I haven't experienced one that was mended so deeply.

But when I looked at the arrow, it wasn't even halfway out of her leg.

"Antonio! Ti venisse il cancro, brutto bastardo! ...A te e quella grandissima troia di tua madre!" She cursed loudly at him.`

I couldn't hold back a grin and a small chuckle. Rosa had a mouth on her and even though any man would be highly offended by a comment like that, Antonio had a grin spread across his lips as well.

"Quietare," Antonio hushed as he backed away when Rosa swat at him.

"Let me have a try at it." I offered, walking around the table to where Antonio had been.

Rosa glared at me and watched me move. Her fist clenched as if she was ready to swat at me too. I wondered why this girl was so aggressive. Maybe it was because she was basically the only female in the Thieves Guild. Maybe that 'Tough Thief' image was really so she'd be respected within the guild. But I didn't press the situation.

I fastened by hand around the base of the arrow just as Antonio had and with my other gloved hand, I pressed my index and thumb around the arrow and pushed down on her swollen skin. Rosa let out a small cry and her body quivered, but the arrow began to gracefully slide out. Quickly, the entire arrow was freed from her skin and the blood began to pour from her wound. I pressed by palm on it so it wouldn't leak all over the floor and waited as Antonio ordered Ugo, one of the thieves he was going over the map with, to get a band for her wound. He came back quickly and I released by palm from her wound and Antonio quickly began to wrap the white bandage around her wound.

She bit her lip and waited for everything to be over and soon it was.


Narrative :

"Should we get her to a doctor, Antonio?" Franco asked, clenching his hat in his hands out of anxiety for Rosa. He watched as she sat up, ready to get on her feet again. Ezio stopped her though, before she could move and Rosa narrowed her eyes at him again.

"I'm fine, Franco." She said, her heavy Italian accent seething through her words like the blood that was seething through the cloth wrapped around her leg. "I don't need any kind of doctor." She pushed Ezio's arm away and eventually jumped down to her feet, already putting to much weight on her wounded leg. She gasped, bending forward and almost stumbling onto the ground if it wasn't for Ezio there to catch her.

Again, she glared at him and pushed his arms away, showing that she didn't appreciate being touched by him. "You've already aided me enough." She whispered, putting her hand on the wooden platform of the table she'd just been laying on.

Rosa sounded as if she didn't like being helped. Like she could take care of herself perfectly fine. But Ezio didn't understand why she was that way, but instead of irritating him, it sort of was amusing in his eyes. "Well, signorina Rosa, I think getting you to a doctor would be the best idea, no?"

"Yes, Rosa. It could infected and you don't want your leg decaying do you?" Antonio put in, crossing his arms in the process. He looked worried, and he was. Rosa was a lot to him. She was the daughter he never had, really. Seeing her hurt brought pain to him and anything he could do to make it better, he would. Even if it wasn't necessary in Rosa's eyes.

Rosa brought her eyebrows in for a third time. "If my leg will decay I will let it!" She grumbled, as stubborn as ever.

Antonio dismissed her argument though and called Franco over with his hand. "Bring Rosa to the closest doctor, friend. Make sure she gets there too. Bring Ugo with you." He ordered, nodding when Ugo had nodded towards him. "As for you Ezio, we have much to speak of." He grinned, watching as the others were dismissed with Rosa who hopped on one leg with the help of Franco.


Italian Translations ;

Idiota ; Moron / Idiot

Stupido ; Stupid

Ti venisse il cancro, brutto bastardo! ...A te e quella grandissima troia di tua madre! ; I hope you catch plague, you bastard! ...You are your whore mother!

Quietare ; Quiet down

Signorina ; Miss


Rahhh, Chapter 2 done. :3 Tomorrow or later today I'll most likely have Chapter 3 done. ^^