TMWolf: You're in luck readers-managed to get enough writing in to have another chapter done, so it's update time! I'll try to update again next week, but we'll see how it goes. Anyways, glad you guys enjoyed Maria time, but now it's back for the boys and it gets exciting this chapter! :)
As always, I use my own interpretations to write some of these characters~
Also, as always, thank-you so much for all your reviews! You guys are the best!
For my guest reviews:
Dobby's here: Man, I have good timing with you apparently, ha ha... and keep on the look out-you just might get that chapter ;) Dude, Maria would own the "deal with it" so hard. But she wouldn't even need shades. She's just THAT awesome. Oh, and don't worry about typos, ha ha. I can speak/read typo :P
Guest: Yup! New chapter and another one today! :'D
This chapter's title is from Santigold - Disparate Youth. I thought it fit well enough. Kinda. Describes 'Cat anyways. I think. Whatever. I like the song and the title sounded good, so there, hehe.
And now time for the story! Enjoy, guys! :)
If you see any errors/mistakes/etc. or have any questions (spoiler-free ones), feel free to let me know or ask!
06 - Disparate Youth
July 13, 1476
Florence, Italy
Catherine sighed and rubbed at her eyes, the lids heavy and tired, but sleep would not come to her. Normally it was so easy for her to nod off, but lately it had been hard. Even sore limbs couldn't make it come fast, and the anguish of the Clock made staying in the bed unbearable. She needed to be away from it, and since it was safe in her room, she had taken up a candle and ventured out into the main hallway. There were wooden shelves along the wall, all lined with books or some kind of ornament. She didn't know if it would do much good, but she had pulled one down to read. It turned out to be the Divine Comedy, and she couldn't help seeing the humor in that. It did not ease her mind, though, or let her sleep.
'I guess at least it's nice to read the original and not modern day school version,' she rumbled, turning the page lazily. She glanced over to her candle, the wax about half-way gone. How long had she been out here now? The stick had definitely been taller before. God, she didn't know anymore. She was exhausted—potentially delirious, she wouldn't put it past that—but she just couldn't fall asleep. Oh, she knew why. She was too stressed. Every night her stupid worries and anxieties came rushing back with nothing to stop them. In a way, she was used to it at this point—it had been almost ten days since she'd been with the Auditore's after all. She didn't cry anymore, but the weight of it all was still too much.
Another sigh escaped Catherine as she shut the book and leaned her forehead into her palm, nestled on the arm of the chair in the corner of the hallway. Hadn't she been punished enough already? The least the stupid Clock could have done was make it certain she could have a peaceful night's rest. She was no good tired. She might push through, but she hated feeling sleepy. To make matters worse, she had to work with Federico tomorrow, which was a little ironic since she actually loved running around with them. It was a blast, and she was glad to finally get back with them since she'd practiced being a lady the last three days with Maria. It just wasn't as fun when she was so tired, and it also made it harder to improve.
"Catherine?"
The redhead looked up, and was just as surprised as Ezio was to find him there. She could just barely make him out in the dark, but she knew his voice by now. Even if there had been doubt, he solved the mystery himself by coming closer. She held her candle up to see him better, and noted he was in a rather disheveled state. His hair was a slight mess, and his shirt was even worse off. His vest was unbuttoned some, and his belt was buckled sloppily. It didn't take long for her to figure out what he'd been doing, and she just hoped he wasn't planning on being childish tonight.
"What are you doing up? Reading?" he inquired, smiling a bit coyly. She ignored him as she stood and headed for the shelf she'd obtained it front.
"No. Just going to bed—as should you."
"I am quite tired," he hummed, to which she snorted. He grinned, "But I might have a bit more energy to spare for you, my Lady."
"Oh, I'm sure, but I wouldn't want the other ladies of Firenze to start writhing in despair. So, if you don't mind, I am going to bed," she snapped. The young man frowned and opened his mouth to make some kind of retort no doubt, but closed it a moment later. Good. Maybe he would leave her alone then.
"Are… you alright, Catherine?"
She sighed for the third time that night, rubbing at her eyes, "Yes. I'm just tired and I want to go back to bed in peace."
She expected him to be foolish, stubborn, and his usual self. She expected he would continue to try flirt with her until she shouted, which would end up waking up the whole house and getting them both into trouble. It was bound to happen.
"Alright. Sleep well, 'Cat," he replied instead, and though there was a playfulness to his smile, there was also a hint of kindness.
She looked to him with surprise, but his words were genuine, or as genuine as he could get. She didn't know what to make of it, and so just nodded and returned to her room. She paused as she opened the door, looking back to him with a raised brow. She could tell he was staring at her, though couldn't properly see him now that he was in the dark. She briefly wondered what was going on in that head of his, but shook the thought away and shut the door behind her. She quickly crawled into bed and snuffed out her candle, praying she could finally get some sleep now.
By some miracle, she did.
-O-
July 14, 1476
Florence, Italy
"Ready?"
She nodded.
Federico brought his fingers to his lips, and let out a sharp whistle.
Catherine shot off at a hard sprint. The path was different, but she was ready. At least, more ready than before. Two ribbons were in her hand before she knew it with a roof jump in between. That particular obstacle was easy now; she didn't even hesitate as she ran. Her next obstacle wasn't so bad anymore, either. It had taken a few days in a row of practice, but she scaled a short ledge with ease. She wasn't graceful like the Auditore boys—she doubted she would be for months or even years—yet it got the job done and she received far less scrapes. It took off plenty of time, too, and she soon had her fifth ribbon.
'Five more,' she noted silently and eyed the large wall coming her way. It was one of the ones that required a special climb, and though she'd been working at that particular technique for hours the last few times she'd worked with the boys, it still felt difficult. She was going to try, though. She had to. She wouldn't get better otherwise.
She tried to remember what the boys did; how they sprinted at full speed and then leaped up. They somehow managed to get two steps in, so she went for that. She got the first and made it as she usually did, and went for the second. As usual, her foot started to slip, but she had enough grip that she could throw her arm up and grab the ledge. Her knee banged into the hard stone, to which she cursed. It stung, but she pushed through. She had the damn hold—letting it go now would be waste. She quickly latched on with her other hand, and, ignoring the sting in her joint, she kicked off and up. She grasped the clay title above and used that to continue pulling herself over. It took longer than she wanted, but it was better than when she hadn't even tried before. Unfortunately, her knee throbbed now, and although she hadn't cracked anything, the area would hurt for a while.
"Stupid wall," Catherine grumbled as she continued on, although she couldn't run quite as fast. She pushed against the pain, and grabbed the sixth, seventh, and eighth without too much trouble. She had to scale a few more ledges, but there were no more wall climbs, so she was able to reach Ezio not long after. Her leg still throbbed as she stopped just past him.
"Not bad, kitty-cat. One minute, forty seconds. You've gotten much better," the young man smirked, and she sighed with relief before finally looking to her knee. He frowned, noticing the small dark stain within the new hole on her pants. "You are hurt?"
"Just banged it on the wall climb," she grumbled, touching at it. She grimaced at the sharp sting, but it wasn't bad. "It'll just hurt for a bit—and don't call me that."
"Well, we are done for the day, so we can see a doctor. With luck you won't need leeches," he snickered, and she rolled her eyes at him.
"Just you wait—I'm gonna throw leeches at you when you're not looking."
"Must you be so cruel?"
"Must you always ask that question? Of course I will be," she smirked right back while maneuvering her leg slowly, testing the limits. Already it was becoming less painful, but the sting and throbs would stay there for an hour or so, she bet. "Honestly, you should know this by now. I don't care for your flirts and those 'charms' of yours, and I enjoy being cruel—to you, anyways. You're better off keeping your distance, little boy."
"What if I like to live dangerously, hmm? I do like a challenge," he purred, coming closer, but she just shoved the ribbons into his chest.
"If you want a challenge, then try acting like a proper gentleman."
"Now, now—fighting already? It is a little too early for that is it not?" Federico chimed as he finally joined them, his usual grin on his face.
"Never too early to put the riff raff in his place," Catherine purred, popping her vest's collar lightly while Ezio rolled his eyes.
"So it seems… So. How did she do?" the older brother hummed, and was given a grin in return.
"Much better—just forty over a minute. A few more goes as she may beat our record yet."
Federico beamed, "Well done! You were still shaky on the ledges and the wall—ah. I see you did scrape yourself some."
"Mm, yeah, but it's not bad. Don't worry," she replied, waving off his concern. "Right. Well. Do we want to do a bit more training, or what?"
"No, I think we are good for today. It would do well to take things easy for your leg, too. I know you say you are alright, but I also know you are stubborn," the older brother chuckled, a knowing look on his face.
She rolled her eyes with a smirk, "What can I say? I don't like letting little scrapes getting the best of me."
"Think of it as ending early in celebration—you have cut down your time quite a bit, after all."
"Besides, you do not have to act like a boy all the time, kitty-'Cat," Ezio snickered, reaching over to brush a hair out of the way, but she intervened with a quick, light smack at his hand.
"Don't call me that. It's just 'Cat or Catherine," Catherine huffed, giving him a sharp glance that only made his stupid grin go wider.
"Ezio, must you egg her on? You will hardly sway her that way," Federico laughed, to which his brother shrugged.
"What? Nothing else seems to be working, and it is fun! Personally, I think I am making a break through—she talks to me more often!"
She sighed with exasperation, "That's because you bug me more often, so of course I'm going to be verbally smacking you down just as much. The only problem is that you keep coming back for more. I swear you like it!"
"Well, a slap to his face has yet to deter him," his older brother hummed, rubbing his chin thoughtfully.
"The slap just means they are interested! They want to be chased!" Ezio snickered, causing Catherine to groan and rub the bridge of her nose.
"Federico, what the hell have you all been teaching him about women? The only reason they must sleep with him is because they somehow find that baby face attractive, right?"
He shrugged, "I suppose so. Although, it is as I have mentioned before—he can be charming once he is done playing the fool."
"That's just part of the charm!" the younger brother laughed and looked to the redhead.
Catherine up finger quotes, "'Charm'."
"Oh, come now—I have seen you smiling sometimes. I even made you laugh once! A woman only does that if she likes the man!"
"Oh no—did you smile and laugh at him?" Federico asked, trying so hard not to let a chuckle escape.
The redhead groaned, shoulders slumping, "Okay, like once, but it was because his attempt was really bad so it was funny! I do not like you, Ezio, and don't you dare get that into your head that I do! I told you I'm not going to fall for your little tricks, and you have no charm! At most you're like—like a puppy!"
"A 'puppy'? I am not a dog!"
"Hmm… No, I can see it actually. You are just so cute, baby brother."
The younger Auditore glared, "Federico! Do not encourage her! She's already mean enough as it is!"
"You could always stop trying to court her then."
"When I have ever been one to quit?" Ezio smirked.
"Uh, yeah, guys? Hellooo? I'm kind of right here. You don't have to talk as if I'm not," Catherine snorted, arms folded over her chest. She looked to Federico. "You: don't you encourage him, either. And you, little puppy, should listen to your owner and stop."
"'Owner'?"
"He's your brother—he looks after you. Like an owner."
"I like it," the brother grinned, while his "puppy" pouted.
"I am not a dog!" Ezio huffed, but his two companions just continued to smile, obviously not going to change their minds. His pout returned as he threw up his hands in the air, spun on his heel, and grumbled some obscenities under his breath before heading to the edge and slipping over. Catherine's smile grew, pleased with herself. It was always a good day when she could get back at him.
"As much as I love to tease my baby brother… I do not suppose you could be a little less harsh? He may actually grow to dislike you otherwise," Federico hummed once Ezio stated down to the ground. "Unless, that is what you want?"
The redhead flushed, "Uh—oh, well, no. I don't want him to hate me. I mean, I'm just having fun, really, and I don't really dislike his flirting, but... I don't know—I just say what comes to my head and we generally have fun with it. It is pretty much just a game now. I think. Sort of. Or, well, we have these little 'fights' every so often, and it's essentially a normal thing? I don't think he takes it seriously anymore. It's only been a week, but we kind of have a routine? Ugh, anyways. He gets plenty of other ladies to satisfy him. If anything, I'm just the one he tests out his bad lines on."
"I see," the older brother chuckled, shaking his head a bit. Catherine gave him a look, to which he gave one back as if to ask "what?". She just sighed with a shrug.
"I just don't get why he insisted on doing all this flirting in the first place or at least continuing with it."
"He enjoys flirting with beautiful women."
"'Rico, come on—I know I'm plain looking and I'm not much of a lady. Sure, I'm kind of 'exotic' being a freckled, slightly pale-skin ginger, but still. You guys tell every woman that they're beautiful."
"That is because every woman is beautiful."
She raised a brow, "The lady expert indeed. Although, you've never flirted with me. Not like he does, anyways. You're more… friendly about it."
He laughed, "I assure you it is not because you do not possess beauty. You are simply…"
"Not your type—your 'kind' of woman?"
"Hmm… yes, I suppose that is a good way to put it. I do not mean to offend, of course."
Catherine waved her hand, grinning, "Not offended at all. Besides, I get enough of it with Ezio. It's nice having you to talk normally to. And I guess it is nice being called beautiful, even if it's an exaggeration to butter me up."
"Hey!"
Both blinked in surprise and moved towards the edge at the sound of the voice. A quick look showed them Ezio, annoyance full in his features, and his hands held indignantly on his hips. They had practically forgotten he was down there, no doubt having been stewing over his little "bashing" earlier.
"Are you coming down or am I going to eat sweet bread alone?" he shouted again, gesturing with his arm.
"Calm yourself, Ezio, we will be down in a moment!" Federico chuckled, but his younger brother just rolled his eyes and turned around to look at whatever else might be down there while he waited.
"Impatient little boy isn't he?" the redhead mused wryly.
"You are just now noticing?" the older Auditore snickered as he hopped over the edge and started making his way down.
"Oh, no, I figured that out the first day out here. I just still find it funny," she laughed back as she waited until he was a good ways along and then followed after. The younger brother was still huffy even when they joined him, and he did a good job of keeping it up for a while. However, he ultimately returned to his usual, cheerful self with a grin plastered from ear to ear. It helped they were back out in the crowd; he always seemed to thrive in one—especially when women were involved.
"And there he goes," Catherine hummed, watching the young man saunter off towards a pair of women—courtesans. At least, that's what she assumed by their unusually scanty clothing compared to the normal, everyday gowns of Renaissance ladies. She had a feeling he wasn't a stranger, but paid no mind as she followed Federico.
"No doubt to see if he can get a night free. He has done it before, actually," the young man replied, and the redhead snorted.
"I bet he has. Well, whatever, more sweet bread for us, right? And I can treat us this time," she grinned, patting the small leather pouch on her hip. Giovanni had agreed to her request some days ago, and now allowed her a small allowance for their outings to purchase small things like their sweet bread or art supplies. Otherwise, she was provided everything else. He hadn't told her she needed to do any work, which was a little frustrating. She felt she owed him something because of it. She just hoped working hard at being both a lady and her training would be enough.
"You are too kind, my lady."
She adjusted her cap, "I'm no lady today—and it's 'Cat or Catherine."
"Not 'kitty-cat', though, right?" he snickered as they neared the bakery, fresh scents of bread filling their noses. She smacked his arm lightly.
"Definitely not. Now just get the goods, and I'll pay," she snorted, and let him pick it out. Once bought, they made their way through the open area.
Not so many people were out, although it was a bit later in the day than usual. There was still enough for chatter to mesh together in a dull drone while they retrieved the younger Auditore from the courtesans' charming clutches to join them on the bench in front of the fountain. There they divvied up the bread and ate in silence for a little while, but it wasn't long before the idle talk started. It was all part of the routine, really; they would practice, get sweet bread, and talk through the last hour or so they had before returning home. It was generally simple things; mostly about sights around their home or hers. She'd gotten pretty good at making things up now, and the boys never seemed to doubt her, which was nice. Otherwise, the rest of their time was filled in with Ezio trying to flirt and tease, Catherine making sharp retorts or embarrassing sputters of words, and Federico having the time of his life laughing at them both. It was a good thing they had, and she was glad for it every day.
Unfortunately, Catherine had a feeling today wouldn't go quite as planned when Federico slowed in his laughter. It wasn't entirely noticeable at first. Ezio kept on snickering and looking around, and the redhead wouldn't have realized it if she hadn't felt him stiffen and sit up slightly. She looked to him, mostly confused, but a little concerned, and noticed his eyes flash. It was for a split moment, and it wasn't so much a flash but his irises just seemed to grow brighter. She had seen Giovanni do it, and now his son. What was it?
There was a small pulse in the back of her head and a warmth in her pocket as she murmured softly, "Eagle Vision…"
"What?" Federico asked, face turned sharply towards her, gaze intense. "How did you… no, of course… I see. I had suspected... but—no. Now's not the time. Ezio! There's trouble."
The younger brother's grin fell as perked up, "Where? Vieri?"
His eyes flashed, too, and Catherine realized they both had it. She couldn't help wondering if Claudia and Petruccio did as well if it was so strong in the two eldest children. She also knew her suspicions were confirmed—Federico hadn't been sure about her being an "Assassin", or, rather, her "father" being one. She inwardly grimaced, hoping Giovanni might not be mad. She never meant to let those kinds of things slip. She could not fret over it now, though; there was more present trouble.
"Maybe. I saw his goons. You see them, too?" the older brother inquired as he grasped Catherine's arm to get her up. Like last time, she did not resist. This Vieri was supposed to be a lot of trouble.
"Yes. I see them. It's only two and no more. We can leave before they notice us," Ezio replied, already starting to move. "Should we head to the roofs—just in case?"
"Not if we don't need to. Let us… shit. There are more. Move—this way," Federico snarled as he saw dark-clothed men appear ahead of them. Catherine managed to see of the goons point at them. They knew who they were and that they were here. They needed to get out of here, and both brothers did just that. She was released then so they could start jogging, and she did not hesitate to keep up. If it had just been the first two she wouldn't be so worried, but now there were four and she didn't like those odds. The boys obviously knew that, too, and took her down into an alley. No doubt they'd be after a secluded spot to climb—a place to avoid too much attention.
That, however, was put to a grinding halt. In fact, the redhead practically ran into Federico's back, stumbling to the side and keeping her balance thanks to Ezio grabbing her arm. She saw the reason why as soon a she was steady: a man in dark greens with dark hair, pale skin, and a permanent snarky smirk on his face—like he was a spoiled brat who was going to get his way. She knew at once it was Vieri and wanted to punch him in the face. She rarely got that kind of feeling about people, but with this man it was an instant, intense desire.
"Well, well, what do we have here? Two Auditore's—and what's this? A new friend?" Vieri spoke, his voice dripping with his hubris. It didn't help that he had yet another two goons with him, and from the way they'd run the other four emerged. They were outnumbered seven to three, and she wasn't sure how much she counted. Oh, she had skills in wrestling, but she'd never actually fought someone before. Unfortunately, it seemed like she was going to get her chance.
"Back so soon for another beating, Vieri?" Ezio snorted, turning to face the men behind them. "Was two not enough? You need three?"
"Oh, I do not think you will be winning this time," the young man chuckled, pulling a knife from his belt and twisting it this way and that in the waning sunlight. A vicious, sinister smile appeared on his face. "In fact, I intend to return it tenfold. I suggest you make this easier and surrender. I may just cut a little less—just enough to disgust the ladies."
"Is this guy for real?" Catherine hissed, and both boys moved a bit closer.
"Yes. Keep between us. We can handle them," Federico hissed back just as Vieri pointed his blade at them.
"Have at it, boys. Show these Auditore dogs and their filthy pet what happens when they mess with the Pazzi."
The men converged, but before Catherine could curse, the younger brother made his move. He charged forward suddenly, slamming his fist into the nearest man's face. He retreated back closer to them right after, though, and had his arms up, ready to defend as one of Vieri's goons rushed back at him. He blocked the swing of the arm, wrapping his around the limb to trap the man, and then proceeded to punch as hard as he could into his opponent's gut until the effort forced the man from his grip.
Behind him, Federico urged the redhead to stay close as he contended with the two men in front. He eyed them carefully, and when the one of the right came first, he ducked below the strike, and then shoved him away, causing the man to tumble and roll. The goon on the left chose to charge at that moment, but the older Auditore was ready, stopping the fist with his forearm and smashing his own clenched fingers into the man's nose. His opponent yelped in pain, blood pouring down his face. Beyond them, Vieri snarled with annoyance.
That was all Catherine saw of him, though, before she, too, came under attack. It was unexpected, sort of. She hadn't thought the men would attack a woman—sure, it was a fight, but she had thought they would have tried to capture her or something—but then she remembered how she looked. Her clothes were loose enough to hide her feminine form, and her hair was up and covered by a hat. No doubt the men thought she was a boy—a "filthy pet" of the Auditore boys. As such, she found the last two of the men coming for her as Ezio was forced away by his attackers. A small spark of fear went through her; a shot of uncertainty. Yet instinct spread her legs just so and bent slightly for balance. She lifted her arms to defend and eyed them both. They came at slight angles, each on one side. How would they attack? Both at once? How to counter, though? What if it was one first then the other? Should she punch and then dodge or dodge then punch? What was the best course of action?
The goon on the right attacked first. He was a decent-sized brute—just a bit bigger than Ezio—but he was slower. It gave her the time she needed to react, swiping her arm against the inside of his and throwing it across his body where her other arm caught it. There, she yanked hard enough to send him stumbling forward. The second man attacked, attempting to charge her. She ducked low, using her shoulder to ram into his gut. She heard his grunt and quickly pushed with her legs while she wrapped her arms around his thighs—all to throw him to the ground. He make a sound of annoyance as it worked, and she released him as she hit to roll out of the way—just in case the other man was after her.
She guessed right. Just as she stood the man came swinging, and to make things worse her knee was throbbing slightly with pain again. However, she forced through and thrust her palm out to meet his face, but hit the chin instead. It did stun him, though, and wrestling instincts kicked in. Ignoring her knee's protests, she grabbed his right arm with her left, swung her right around his neck, twisted her hips completely around, and threw the man over her back. In a proper match she would have followed him down, but here she let him go free and hit the ground hard with a gasp. Catherine panted lightly, adrenaline pumping, and was somewhat pleased at her work. She heard other shouts and turned to face them—only to find a dagger to her throat, and the man known as Vieri staring at her with a distinct look of both intrigue and hate.
"Well, well, well—what is this? Not just a filthy pet but a whore? I did not think you Auditore's stooped so low, but then again, you have never had such high standards of women have you? Comes with being dogs I suppose. They rut anything that breathes," the man sneered, and Catherine glared right back. Damn. Her hat must have fallen off. Ezio and Federico, finished with their two men for the moment, turned, and cursed.
Ezio growled, "Release her, Vieri! Or we'll—!"
"Try anything and I cut her throat!" the weasel snarled, pushing the blade closer. His remaining four men were coming back around, and the bastard's confidence was growing. Indeed, he smirked, and looked to the two Auditores. "Now, either I start cutting up her pretty face or you get on your hands and knees and beg me not to. Beg like the dogs you are.
"How dare you! Are you really so low you would harm a woman!?" Federico snapped, stepping forward, but stopped when Catherine inhaled sharply as she felt the sting of steel pressing closer to her flesh.
"She is but a whore," the man spat, though suddenly paused to look her up and down. "And I think I might wait on cutting her face—rather, I will start with her clothes..."
"Vieri!" Ezio howled, starting to come forward, but found himself restrained. He struggled, but the men had him.
The scum of a human being waggled a finger as he turned towards him, "Ah-ah. You and your brother have to beg, remember? Do so and I might not make you watch."
Enough was enough.
Impending cuts be damned, Catherine ignored the blade cutting slightly into her skin as she grabbed the man's wrist. He looked back at her in surprise just in time to watch her fist collide with his face. She swore she felt a crack, and her hand certainly hurt like hell, but it felt way better to see his nose burst in a shower of blood and the man fall onto his ass from the surprise. Federico didn't miss a beat as he struck the two nearest goons while Ezio freed himself from his restrainers. He kicked one in the knee, forcing a cry of agony from the man, and then slugged the other. Vieri scrambled up as the two boys joined Catherine, who picked up the piece of scum's dagger and pointed it at him.
"New deal—how about you beg and I don't cut your fucking balls off and shove them up your ass!" she snarled, all too ready to make good on the threat.
"Expect us to not be as kind," Ezio added, fists clenched so tight they were practically white. Federico was much the same, glare icy hot.
"I suggest you leave, Vieri, and you would do well to never cross us again."
The swine looked ready to argue, but then he realized his numbers had been cut in half and he was still bleeding and in pain. A flicker of fear appeared in his features, and a garbled curse came from his mouth.
"Damn you, Auditore dogs!" he squealed like a stuck pig as he turned and ran. His remaining goons looked about, confused, but didn't take long for them to go squealing after. His other three men were unconscious or too dazed by the pain to go. Regardless, the fight was over. They had won. Sighing with relief, Catherine dropped the blade, and suddenly found her chin held gently. She almost reacted—her adrenaline was still going—but relaxed when she realized it was just Ezio. It was a little strange seeing concern in his eyes, but she supposed it was reasonable. He was worse off than her, though—there was blood on his lip and a bit trickling from his nose, and she could already see a welt forming on his brow.
"Are you alright, Catherine? He did not hurt you badly?" he asked, touching near the cut. She winced at the slight burn, but it wasn't bad. She touched at it herself and found only a bit of blood. It definitely did hurt as much as her knee, which was vehemently protesting having done all that fighting. She ignored it, though, as she pulled her chin free of his grip.
"Yeah, I'm fine... A bit surprised and still a little, uh, anxious from the fight, but I'm fine. Are you okay? You both have bloody lips and noses. I almost feel like I didn't do enough," she chuckled, getting a small, brief grin from them both.
"You did plenty, my Lady—those men did not know what they were messing with," Federico told her, touching her shoulder warmly. "Are you alright, though? You should never have been a part of this…"
"Honestly, I'm fine, Federico. I promise," she smiled back. "If anything, I'm a little sad it's over—I've always wanted to get into a fight!"
The two young men laughed lightly, and she soon joined them, but the forced nature of it was obvious. It was hard to be happy right now, even if they had won, but it was worth it to pretend. Catherine knew all too well this wasn't good. No doubt Giovanni and Maria would be furious, most importantly the former. She groaned inwardly, just imagining what he might do to punish her. There would be no avoiding it, either. They couldn't hide the marks of their scuffle, and so the redhead sighed as she walked over to where her hat had been abandoned, picked it up, and set it back over her hair.
"Well, now that the son of bitch is taken care of, I guess we should head home, yeah? How long until he tries again, you think?" she inquired, glancing to them both.
"Not for a while. He will have to nurse that nose of his after the hit you gave him," Ezio smirked, nudging her playfully. She laughed, though winced as she remembered how much the blow hurt and realized her hand was almost as sore as her knee right now.
"Good, because that actually hurt like hell. I'm not sure I want to punch anymore people."
Federico snickered, "Well, with luck Vieri will stay far away. He did just have his ass beaten by a woman."
"Oh, but I'm a whore apparently," she snorted.
"And he is a damn fool," the younger brother snorted with her.
"No doubt of that… but we should see about returning home now. We will need to call on the family doctor to tend to the wounds… and do not worry, baby brother, I will speak to Father of this. You only need to avoid Mother," the elder grinned, ruffing up Ezio's hair. "Come. Let us climb. We might yet beat the news home then."
"Sounds good to me. I'm tired, to be honest. I'm not even sure I'll make it to dinner," the redhead yawned, rubbing the back of her head. She caught an odd look from Ezio, but let it be. She'd just fought three men and held her own by some miracle. She had a right to be tired.
"Just stay awake the rest of the way home—lest I have Ezio carry you," Federico teased.
"I'm awake!" Catherine replied quickly and trotted after him, though had to hide her wince. Her knee was hurting a bit less already, but it wasn't going to be as fun going back as it had getting here.
The younger brother rolled his eyes, "Why must you act like that is so terrible?"
"I know what you'll do, and I'm not giving you that chance."
"Oh, come now—I would be a gentleman!"
"Uh-huh."
"Federico, tell her!"
"This is your problem, Ezio! You have to convince her yourself!" the older brother laughed loudly as he got to the nearest wall and began to climb.
Ezio frowned, "Federico!"
"Good luck," Catherine smirked, look saying all that was needed—that he wouldn't. The young man pouted, and the red head just laughed along with Federico all the way to the top.
-O-
Once again there she was in Giovanni's office; the older man on one side, she on another. He was writing another letter, and lately she was beginning to think that was most of what his work was—the Assassin work, anyways, being that his banking involved him going to the bank. His other business, however, seemed to always be here, although she'd yet to see him do any real assassinating. Not that she doubted he could, but she thought perhaps he was retired or didn't do the killing bit anymore. Of course, she didn't dare say so—not that she thought he would slap her for it. Not anymore, anyways. No, he seemed to have come to "accept" her presence and had tolerated any blunders thus far.
She mentally grimaced as she recalled the silent look he'd given her and the brothers when they arrived home. It was a spot of bad luck that they happened to arrive back just as their father was leaving his "business" room and saw their sorry state. There had been a flash of anger before it was smothered into something tamer. However, though he appeared calm, the previous emotion was still there beneath the surface and it was obvious they would be getting some kind of lashing later. Before that, though, he bade them to go see Annetta, who ended up being the one to tend to their wounds, as their injuries were fairly minor despite appearances. She could do nothing for the bruises, so excuses had to be made at dinner, although Maria was all too aware of what must have happened. She made no comment. Afterwards they had gone their separate ways, except for Federico who went to speak with his father. Catherine had thought Maria would stop her, but she was left unmolested until just minutes ago when the older brother had come to get her.
He had made it seem like things were alright, but she still wasn't sure as she sat there, watching Giovanni move the pen and hearing the quill scratch across the thick parchment. She briefly wondered if it was some correspondence with whoever was in charge of the place she was to go to, but like she had through the last few, eternal minutes, she kept her mouth shut. It seemed the best option, anyways, and he never kept her waiting too long. Just enough to get her paranoia and anxiety high—almost like it was some cruel game. Sure, it was really all in her head, but there it was.
And, just like always, he let out a deep breath of air as he set his pen down on the unfinished letter, leaned back, and finally looked at her. It was practically routine, and she'd only been in here maybe four times now.
"How are you faring? I heard you had quite the adventure today," he began, and she touched at her neck, the flesh a little tender still, but already scabbing. She'd also bruised her cheek and her shoulder throbbed a little thanks to her tackling and throwing maneuvers, and then her knee was still uneasy if she touched at it, but no doctor in this time could really help that. She would have killed for some Naproxen, though.
"Sore, but alright. We didn't mean to fight Vieri—really, we didn't. He cornered us."
"So Federico told me, and I am not surprised. The boy is as stubborn and vicious as his father," Giovanni sighed, and Catherine couldn't help thinking the family rivalry went a bit deeper than the boys. Who was Vieri's father again? What did their family do? Unfortunately, while the Clock did warm—she glanced down in surprise because it had been silent for so long—she received no answer as the older man watched her in that particular way of his; calculating and thoughtful; all the gears turning. "Federico also informed me that you fought admirably for one who has not fought before. He said you had skills he did not recognize for what little he saw."
She blinked, pausing, "Um... Yes. Sort of? I was just using my wrestling skills. I, ah… I think I told you—back when I first got here. I did wrestling as a sport like, uh, the Greeks did, but not completely the same. The punch, uh, was just instinct, though. Vieri deserved it."
"Certainly," the older man chuckled before he rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "I had not considered it… but if you already possess the skills, perhaps it would do well to have Federico refine them. Free running is well enough, but if you can defend yourself… that will prove even more useful. Is 'wrestling' the only skill you have, and what all did you learn in it?"
"Uh," Catherine began, her brain still working to keep up with him. It just seemed so unfathomable that he was interested in her physical skills—besides the parkour, anyways. Somehow, she managed to speak, though, rubbing the back of her head to show off her awkwardness, "That is… well, I learned how to throw a person over my shoulders in various ways or trip them or put them in a head lock or use my legs to pin then or something… and, ah, I did a lot of strength training with weights and lots of jogging for endurance and then I would compete against other girls or practice with guys. Generally matches only went a minute or so or less, but some went the full six. Before that I did other sports, though."
"Fascinating! Women in your time… they are allowed to do all this? Truly?" he inquired, laughing a little, which caused more emotions to come forth—mostly confusion.
"Well, ah, yes. Women do all kinds of sports—some that haven't been invented yet. Most actually have both men and women leagues and there are those with both men and women playing together. Some of those leagues are professional, too."
"And you did many of these sports?"
She nodded, "Yeah, I did, uh—oh, well, some I shouldn't maybe say, but, ah, in total I did about six? Or so. Again, wrestling, and then there's swimming. I did, um… I threw discus and shot put—like the Greeks did. And then—oh! I did horseback riding for a few years."
"Incredible… to think even women are allowed such freedoms… it is a good sign. Hmm, but I see you are concerned," Giovanni hummed, and the redhead suddenly realized she was a little concerned. Had she said too much? The older man raised a hand. "Do not be worried. I am of firm belief that the era from which you come is too far for my actions to make much of a difference, and even now I have sworn myself to not utter a word of this. I merely take it as a… curiosity and a means of comfort—knowing that the world will become a place of freedom for all one day."
"Well, it's certainly freer than in this time."
"Ah… I see the future is still not all we hope it will be."
"Let's just say that… well, not everyone is as up to date on 'freedom' as others, but it is better. Much better. A lot of things are going to change and happen in the coming hundred years."
"I hope my sons and their own sons will be there to witness it, then," Giovanni mused with a warm smile. It lasted for a few moments—long enough for Catherine's mind to wander and wonder; to consider why the man did what he did and how he was how he was. She thought of what the Assassins were and why they existed. The Clock had given her hints; feelings; notions. Nothing concrete except that they were good and that the Templars were bad, but now that she thought on what she had learned from the man and his family, she was beginning to see the other shades. The Assassins were more than just good—they fought for equality. Freedom. The Templars… well, she could only assume they wanted the opposite. She didn't know about them well enough to say for sure, though. Of course, there were always darker and lighter colors to everything.
"Um… so… am... am I in trouble?" she asked after the silence between them had grown unusually long. Giovanni perked up, for once caught unfocused, and leaned forward.
"Not exactly, no. I dislike my sons engaging in such quarrels, and certainly that dislike extends to you, but this has been a learning experience and an informative one. However, I will ask you remain at the Palazzo for a few days—if only to heal and keep your head low. Now… As I mentioned, I feel it would do well to have Federico give you more private lessons in regards to fighting. My other children will understand romping about the city, but to learn to fight is very different. It will no doubt need to done before they break fast, away from prying eyes, and not always. Would you be willing?"
Oh hell yes she would. Call her a dork, but she'd always wanted to learn how to fight—to really fight, and not just pin or subdue a person, and here was Giovanni literally throwing her the bone with all the meat still on it. Not to mention, if she was learning to fight then maybe he could eventually be persuaded to let her stay and help him and then she could go home! Of course, she had to keep calm on the outside. It wouldn't do well to make him think she was trying to still follow up on the idea. He wouldn't allow it then. So, instead of jumping up and shouting an excited "yes", she simply nodded.
"If you think it's best. As always, I'll do what I can. I know I've messed up a few times, or almost did, but I promise I am trying."
"So you have proven thus far, and you have my thanks. I would rather not have us become enemies."
She chuckled a bit nervously, "I think that's my line, actually."
He chuckled back, "Perhaps… oh, I almost forgot—Federico also mentioned you know about Eagle Vision. He had already suspected you were part of the Assassins, and so I have told him as I told Maria: your father was an Assassin and you were sent here for protection. He believes he is merely helping you train. No more, no less. However, while Federico knows of what the Assassins are and do, Ezio, Claudia, and Petruccio do not, and I would have it remain that way until I believe they are ready. Is that understood?"
"Of course," she relied at once, nodding fervently. Giovanni made a sound of approval as he sat back, thinking once more; no doubt for whether there was any other matter to consider. His gaze ghosted over the papers on his desk, pausing on one in particular. He touched at it, eyes moving in such a way that she knew he was reading some words. She couldn't make out what was on the paper, and it looked terribly old—far more so than the other papers. She saw a confliction, of sorts, in the older man's face as he thought, and, after a pregnant pause, he looked back to her.
"Catherine… what do you know of the Assassins and the Templars? I never did ask."
She didn't dare believe it was so simple a question as she answered, "Um… not much, to be honest—just what the Clock showed me. Like you being an Assassin and that the Templars are bad… actually, well… Truthfully, I didn't even know the Assassins and Templars were still around or had this secret war going on at all. I thought the only assassins were the Hashashin from way back when and the Knights Templar during the Crusades, but both just sort of faded away for one reason or another and that was it. But this—finding out about you… it just… I can't help but wonder if they exist in my time, too; if the war is still going on. In fact, I'm almost positive they are now, although I wouldn't know who they could be."
"I suspect it would be like that. We have long since faded from the light of society. Indeed, both sides work from the shadows if we can. So it does not surprise me… yet… are you certain? The Clock has mentioned nothing more? Nothing about… other things like it?"
"No, nothing. It's been… quiet. It really only occasionally that it gives me information, but even then it's sporadic, although it has been translating languages for me, which has been convenient… er… was there… something specific you wanted?" Catherine replied, making her inquiry after she noticed the man frowning. He shook his head as he stood up.
"Ah, no. No, I was just… thinking. A curiosity, but it is no matter," he hummed, shuffling the paper he'd read under others. The redhead frowned, wondering what he had meant. She felt the Clock warm in her pocket, but no information came to mind. Yet, it only grew warm when it was something important. So what had he wanted? Whatever it was would remain a mystery, however, as he walked around the deck to stand near her, brow raised. "You mentioned the Clock translated languages?"
She stood up, nodding, "Um, yeah. I don't know Italian, but I can speak it and understand it—you said my Italian was pretty good, right? But I've never learned Italian at all. I can also read it just fine. It's just… it's automatic. It just translates for me somehow."
"So… it pulls you through time… and it translates languages?" he rumbled, obviously puzzled. She knew the feeling.
"Apparently. I swear I have no idea what it is sometimes," she sighed, shaking her head. The older man gave her a small smile before he paused again. He had been thinking quite a lot this meeting, and she only wished he would tell her—then she might be able to help. She knew better than to hope too much, though. He didn't trust her. At least, not to that extent, and she didn't blame him.
"Hmm… Actually… Catherine… Can you read this?" he inquired as he pushed papers aside to bring the one he'd looked at for a long while to her. She raised her own brow but tuned her eyes to it anyways. She could read it alright, but it was gibberish.
"I can make out the words, but they're all just… a mess. It looks all random."
"I see… yes, it has been difficult to make out… ah, but do not worry. I was simply curious if your Clock could read Arabic or not. Fascinating, truly. But I have kept you too long now. I suspect you must be tired after a long day," he smiled warmly as he returned the paper to his desk and turned her towards the door. No doubt the parchment had to do with his previous question. She was even more curious now—almost dangerously so, but didn't dare ask. It wasn't her place.
"Ah, yeah, I can't deny that. I'm definitely exhausted. It's bad enough things are so different here," she rumbled, and, of course, yawned now that she was reminded how she was tried.
"I am afraid there is not much that can be done for that."
"No, there's not. Don't worry, though, I'll just… manage. Somehow. I always have, always will," she smiled back, but it was forced and tired.
"I am sure you will. Do not push yourself beyond your limits, though, Catherine. You will do no one—especially yourself—any good. Now go. Rest now. You will need to recover your strength tomorrow."
"Right. Thank-you, Giovanni, as always. I'm know I'm not the easiest person you've probably ever had to deal with," she chuckled as she opened the door, the courtyard dark except for the dim light of torches.
"Oh, believe me—I have dealt with far worse," the older man hummed back with a wry grin. Catherine laughed a bit, sparing him a final, grateful look before stepping outside and shutting the door behind her.
06 - End
TMWolf: If ya'll are curious... those are legit wrestling moves Catherine uses-I've used them myself. Well, sort of. The Head And Arm-the one throwing over her back-I never got to really do, but that's the best way to do that move. The other one is, uh... basically an arm swipe thing. I forgot the exact name *shame on me* but you just basically do wax on/wax off and pull the arm so you can grab your opponent from behind. In this case, she just let him keep going. Either way works xD Anyways, that's your wrestling lesson for the day ;)
So. Maybe kind of cliche, buuut-yeah. Vieri gettin' his booty whooped. Catherine got a moment to shine, yay! Not without their share of injuries, but they did a good job ;) Don't worry; this won't be a common thing. It's kind of a one off, but important anyways. Kinda. Okay, no it is. Gotta let 'Cat train a bit~ :P Just a bit, though. Again, she is NOT being trained to be an Assassin! She is merely being trained to defend herself, and it's not too much; just basic fighting stuff. Anyways, fun time ahead.
Oh, and kudos to anyone who can guess was Giovanni was showing her ;) I got interwebs cookies for you if you get it! :'D Whether or not is important is up for you to speculate ;P
Anyways... I think that's about all that needs to be said this chapter, besides: oh look. So much set up. Set up everywhere. Yess... Now, ah... next chapter... oooh you guys will like next one! We meet another character~~
