Hey folks. It's Deeny. So here's a new chapter :)
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DISCLAIMER: Assassin's Creed and its characters are owned by Ubisoft. Original Characters are of my own creation.
Ezio was having a hard time sleeping. The realisation had set in that he was stuck many many years in the future, far away from his own time. Everything was daunting to him. The technology of this time, the clothing, the change in language and even how people acted. Everything was different. He had been talking a lot with Grace earlier though she did seem slightly reluctant in telling him some things. Her Bureau hadn't even called her back, so she decided to leave them another message. She had told him that she would get in touch with some of the other Bureau's if hers hadn't got back to her by tomorrow. She was under the jurisdiction of the British Bureau in London so anything that happened to her was to be reported to them, she also got her missions from them. If nothing had happened, then she would attempt to get in touch with the Italian Bureau who she did try contacting before but couldn't even get through to them either. Ezio could tell she was worried that she wasn't able to speak with anyone else in the order or any of her superiors. Abstergo had a worryingly large presence in Italy so Grace figured that it would be an idea to get Ezio away in to a different country, may be even back to the UK. Getting him there would be interesting. Grace had a certain amount of authority but she still needed to check in every so often.
Ezio pushed back his bed covers and got up to wander about the room. He couldn't hear any noise outside as he walked closer to the windows but he could see some signs of life as he looked out and down on to the street. The curtains or blinds weren't drawn so a small amount of light from the moon and the street lights poured in giving the room a very faint pale yellow glow. There were a few people walking the streets and the odd car driving along but it was well after midnight so everything was quiet. Ezio was walking about, pacing back and forth in just a pair of pyjama bottoms Grace had bought him that afternoon. There was a shirt that went with them but he did away with it, it was too warm for it anyway. Grace wasn't one for wearing much to bed either Ezio had noticed earlier. She wandered out of the bathroom yawning, trying to stay awake long enough to reach her bed. She had changed in to a black camisole and a pair of black shorts, washed her make up off and groggily made her way over to her bed yawning as she went. A slurred goodnight to Ezio and she was out like a light. He had to laugh to himself as women back in his time were either incredibly prudish or turned very sensuous the less clothing they wore. Grace didn't seem to care at all that there was a man in her presence. Either that or she was just too tired to care. Ezio would sneakily watch her walking over to her bed before she climbed in, he noticed she had the legs of a free-runner. Well-formed and toned with muscle where it needed to be. He thought the rest of her was well put together. He couldn't think of an exact word to describe her body shape that didn't sound too sleazy or perverted but "juicy" was the only thing he could think of.
Ezio eventually found himself back in his bed. He was getting tired again and hopefully he would be asleep again soon. Grace was still passed out in her own bed. She had kicked the bed covers off in her sleep and had wriggled on to her front, burying her face in her pillows. Her arms and legs were all over the place and she was making a strange gurgling noise with every breath she took. It was obvious Grace was a rough, but deep sleeper.
Morning eventually came. Grace had slept like a log all night and was having a hard time waking up. She had somehow managed to order breakfast for herself and Ezio. It was a wonder how the person on the other end of the room service line could even understand her slurred, sleepy speech. The room service fellow was along shortly with a few rounds of toast, coffee, juice, bacon, eggs and pancakes. Ezio had woken and flung himself out of bed as soon as he smelt food and sat himself across the table from Grace who was propping her head up with one arm and shakily pouring coffee with the other, focusing on the cup with one partially open eye. The other one refused to open. She eventually went on to pour Ezio a cup.
'Not a morning person?' Ezio grinned at her as he lifted the lids off the plates of pancakes. Grace just stared at him with her one open eye, mumbled something and shook her head. Anything she said came out as a string of random mumbles. It always took her a long time to become coherent in a morning. Ezio was busy enjoying his breakfast; scrambled eggs with bacon along with some buttered toast then a few pancakes with syrup. Grace just settled for pancakes and coffee so she insisted that Ezio take the rest of the eggs and bacon. She had woken up a bit eventually and was now trying to figure out what to do. She thought it'd be an idea to take Ezio around modern day Florence so he could get used to the way things operated now. Grace would also call all the Bureaus she could think of to see if she could get assistance. She would ring the London and the Italian Bureaus again and hopefully get through this time. She asked Ezio about her plan for the day and he agreed, he wanted to have a look around too. He looked genuinely surprised though when Grace told him that a lot of the buildings that were around during his time were still about today.
'Why is everyone staring?' Grace mumbled under her breath. She was uncomfortable because of this. She had a hard time getting out on the catwalk for her obligatory bow and wave of thanks after one of her fashion shows but that was something she would grin and bear. She could swear every woman she passed was burning holes in the back of her head with their eyes and it had been happening for hours now. It was Ezio. She nearly smacked herself for being so dim of course they were glaring at her she was walking alongside a particularly good looking and well-dressed man; though the well-dressed bit was her fault. I wonder if I could get him to wear a potato sack? No no he'd make that look good too, bugger. Grace thought. Grace had dragged Ezio in to the Cathedral to try and get away from the crowds of glaring women but it did no good at all, she still got glares inside.
Ezio was in awe when he entered the Cathedral. He was amazed to know it was still around looking the way it did both inside and out. Grace had been in a few times before on her previous visits but it was still impressive to her.
'They finished the dome ceiling.' Ezio chuckled. 'I remember when they were still painting it.' He continued as he pointed up. Grace smiled at him.
'You found one of the Assassin tombs here didn't you?' She asked Ezio as he moved over to Grace and stood behind her.
'Indeed, it was no easy task.' Ezio replied as he placed his hands on Grace's shoulders. He felt her jump a little when he did. A small crowd of women who were also touring the Cathedral started staring again at Ezio with his hands firmly on Grace's shoulders. She knew what he was doing. She knew he had noticed all the women pining after him. He was trying to wind her up or something and put on a show.
'So where to now, Cara Mio?' Ezio crouched down and purred in to her ear. Two can play at that game. Grace thought. She turned slightly so she was nearly face to face with Ezio and tried to be seductive. She was barely keeping it together she either wanted to laugh at him or punch him. In the end, she ended up smirking.
'Come on you lets go get lunch.' Grace chuckled as she stared walking out of the Cathedral. Ezio shrugged his shoulders and followed her. The audience of women who were watching we wondering what had just happened. Ezio eventually caught up with Grace and gave her a playful nudge. She nudged him back slightly before she linked her arm with his.
'I know a great little bistro nearby plus I need to introduce you to the genius that is frozen yoghurt.' Grace said. 'It's not all doom and gloom nowadays you know?'