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I slam my hand on my alarm clock, groaning as the first rays of sunlight hit my face. Feeling like crap but I get up anyway. Throwing my legs over the bed, I hop down and stumble into something fleshy. I shook it off thinking it was my cat.

"Sorry Strawberry" I mumble and walk on out of my room. Don't judge me on my cat's name, when we brought her in as a kitten she ate my strawberry while I was thinking of her name.

Grabing a cup of coffee I head out to my back porch. I do this every morning to wake up and get some nice sunlight. The place feels different, not like I'm in a different place; but like theirs something different with this place. I shrug it off and smell the morning sun and look around while most things are still asleep.

Walking back into the house and hear a groan from upstairs, probably Rach, she hates getting up in the mornings, more than I do. Laughing I start up on the dishes from last night.

~Everytime I see your face

My heart takes off on a highspeed chase

Don't be scared

And do let love

Baby that we're falling in.~

Humming along I finish up the dishes when I hear footsteps come down the stairs. "Bout time you got down, I've already been up for an hour." Chuckling I turn around to see Rach, but something's not right.

"What's wrong? You look like when we met Panic at the Disco." I walk over to her worried.

"Uhm, well, a, he, ya know how you asked what would happen if Ezio would to be brought here?"

Raise eyebrow, "Ya. And?"

"He he, well time to find out!" She steps to the side and motions something to come out. Well, not something, someone. Out steps a guy that looks exactly like Ezio Auditore, full Assassin's get-up and all. It was great, but I wasn't falling for it again. When I was 10, I believed Sasquatch was real (I still do but no knows that), she had her older brother dress-up in a fur suit to scare me; needless to say, most of my gullibleness ended there.

" Nice cosplay. How'd you find a dude that looks so much like Ezio?" I chuckle while the guy and Rach just go big-eye on me.

"Y-you don't believe me?" She asks in disbelief. I hate when she does this, it's how she tries to go along with her schemes.

"No," rolling my eyes, "as a matter of fact. Though how did you get him in here without me noticing?" Walking up to the dude, I stick out my hand in a 'hand it over' way. His eyes never leave my face as he gives me his right hand. Shaking my head I grab his left and hit the spot to make the blade come out.

shink

The sound so quiet, one couldn't hear it unless they were trained to notice the sound. Looking at the gauntlet, I was amazed, it was a red leathered base, with silver designs that made up the Assasin's symbol but then made designs with a feather look to them. It was absolutely splendid. The blade itself was a near perfect gleam, but from looks like too many uses, could never have a brand new sparkle to it. Bringing my finger up to the tip of the blade I felt the smallest prick, I pulled it away to see a red dot welling up on my finger. (This is going to sound wrong) I put my injured finger in my mouth and sucked.

A velvety laugh next to me sends goosebumps all over my body. "Careful, it's sharp."

"That's kind of why I did it, to see if it was real." I do my best to glare, but I probably looked like an angry five year old, my height doesn't give me much ferocity.

"AWWWW! You're glaring, it's so cuuuuute!" Heat rises to my face; adjusting my position to face Rach, I let loose.

"Stupida Madre Stronzo!1"

"Don't curse at me in Italian!"

"Don't call my glare cute!" Yelling so much that I start invoulantarily hopping from anger.

"...You hopped..." We just stare at each other, feeling the tension die down; Rach is the first to break. I feel bad for the guy, ten minutes of being here and he needs to deal with us yellingand laughing on the floor.

After our composure was gained, Rach looks at me n the eye. "Why won't you believe me?"

Sigh, "One: Sasquatch; Two: It's Impossible."

"Twenty bucks says he's the real deal." Rach bargains, whipping out a twenty. Now, that's surprising. She's a complete hard-ass when it comes to her money. What's even more surprising is that she has it out front she must be serious.

"You're not joking are you?" She shakes her head with a slight grin, knowing she's gotten through to me the most miniscule bit. "Fine, fine, but you better not get stingy and back out if I'm right." Standing up, I walk over to him, "Hood off please."

He obliges and I'm awestruck; but there's no damned way. I bring him down to my level to get a better look at him. Overall he was anywhere from 17 to twenty at most. His eyes are a hazel/ light brown, a slightly large nose that works for his face that looks like it's been broken a few times, leaving it at a moderate crookedness. Black hair that went to the base of his skull at the back and gradually went higher as it came closer to his face, leaving the shortest part just touching his eyebrows. A barely visible five o'clock shadow graced his face that would, if alllowed, give way to a full beard, and his lips had...a scar, exactly where Ezio...got cut...I run my thumb across it with a feathered, just to make sure it wasn't make-up, I felt a shiver run through him.

"Fuck." Dropping my hand away from his face and backed up. I look over at Rach with disbelief and slight fear.

"My twenty please." She smugly placed her hand out, damn near beggin for the money.

"Screw your twenty! Puttana2! Leccate d'ano bastardo3! Cazzo culo4! I have a fucking video game character in my kitchen!"

More laughter from the peanut gallery, "A lovely lady should not have those things come out of her mouth."

Tweedle-dee begins hyperventilating with wild laughter. I start counting under my breath, trying to settle both my temper and my burning cheeks.

"One, two, three, fou-"

"Don't forget you're breathing dearie!" More laughter from that idiota.

"You cock-sucking, STD ridden, piece of no good shit! I'll rip out your spine and use your intestines for my Christmas decorations! Don't tell me to breathe!"

Coincidentally, I took a deep breath to reset myself, "Do you guys want breakfast?"

"Yes!"

"That would be nice, yes."

"Oh! Can you make cinnaminon french toast and eggs?!"

Laughing at Rach's expected eagerness for my food, well food in general I nod. "Sure, Ezio do want anything?" Looking over to the stunned Assassin.

"I-uhm-well." He stumbles.

"Don't worry, I'll make you something nice kay?" Smiling in amusement as he blushes, hearing a "Si."

"Alrighty then, but first you'll have to change."

Annoyance mixed with bemusement fills his eyes, "What's wrong with this?" He motions to his outfit.

"It'll get messed up when I give you food and it looks uncomfortable to sit in. If you want food, you'll sit down at the damn table. Capisce5?"

Ezio rolls his eyes but agrees, "Where can I change?"

"Follow me." I head out of the kitchen and up the stairs. Going into my parent's bedroom, I rummage through my dad's clothes. I pull out a t-shirt and some pajama pants. "These should fit you, you can change into them if you'd like, or jsut take off the majority of the outfit until it's just a shirt and pants. You can keep on the gauntlet." Motioning to his wrist, I head out the door.

"Bring the clothes down once you've changed." I call over my shoulder, feeling his eyes on my I shake it off.

Looking to Rach once I get to the last few steps, she's watching t.v. Sighing I go over to the kitchen and let it hit me, "I'm screwed."

1: Stupid Mother Fucker

2: Bitch

3: Ass licking bastard

4: Dick ass

5: Understand

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