Leonardo Begalli- known to his students as 'Da Vinci'- hadn't been teaching in this current school for very long, but appeared that he had already made quite an impression. Not only did he have his students liking, but he dazzled them with his so called 'skill', he had dazzled them so much he had earned himself an impressive nickname. A nickname he wasn't sure how he felt about. It was flattering to say the least, but his art was only mindless scribbling, nothing special in his mind. But according to the amount of commissions he received, those 'scribbling' were masterful.

He sat in his small art room after the end of school bell had rung. He was meant to be marking some papers, but found himself doodling a moth that clung to his window pane. Besides, works of art shouldn't be grading in his opinion, no matter how crudely they were drawn. The sound of boots padding against his floor came to the artist's attention. By the sound of it, they were flat soled and made of soft leather.

Peeking his head around the door, he saw a tall man with his back facing towards him. He wore a black jacket that was tailored to fix his body perfectly over some tight black jeans and on his feet were said black leather boots. Retreating back to his desk, Leonardo tied himself up a bit before going out to greet the new comer.

"Ciao signore, how may I be of service?" the man turned and Leo swears he felt his throat swell. The man was not only tall and slim, but he was very handsome too. His dark brown hair was tied into a ponytail with a red ribbon. His face was angular and strong looking and his skin was tanned. He wore a white shirt under the jacket, many of the top buttons undone to show off the beginnings of his chest. A chord necklace with five beads on hung loosely under his shirt.

"Ciao signora, my mother, Maria Auditore, has sent me to see how her paintings are coming along?" he held a Florentine accent that sent a shiver up Leo's spine.

"Ah, si, si, and may I ask who you are?" Leonardo forced out, now was not the time to choke up over a good looking man.

"Ezio Auditore." He outstretched his hand for a hand shake the artist gladly accepted with a graphite smudged hand.

"Molto onorato Ezio, Leonardo Begalli at your service." Ezio smiled slightly, his brown eyes sparkling. Leonardo choked again and hurried back into his little back room. Ezio followed after him, trying to make his way around the clutter.

"Excuse the mess." Leonardo called as he dug his laptop out from underneath a stack of old sketches. His heart was pounding as he heard paper rustling which meant that the man who could only be described as 'sex on legs' was looking through his doodles.

"These are very good Maestro "inside he was screaming with delight, but on the outside he kept his composure... or at least he hopped so.

"I am far from a Maestro, and those are just scribbles." He insisted, flicking through the files on his laptop until he came to his planner. Ezio didn't say anything more, but he was still amazed by the sheer brilliance of these drawings. His mother had told him it would serve him well to make a friend out of the art teacher.

"Your paintings should be done by next week according to my schedule, but I tend not to keep to it so I will drop that for personally in around two weeks time. If you wish to look at them, I recommend coming to my address." Leonardo said, writing his apartment number onto a spare piece of paper. Ezio nodded and took it, stuffing it into his jacket pocket

"Thank you, Signore Begalli; I must be on my way." Ezio said shaking the artists hand once more before walking away. Leonardo watched him go until the door swung shut behind him. He sunk down into his chair and rolled his pencil with one finger. He hoped he'd have the honour of meeting Ezio Auditore again.

A/N: there are side stories alongside the main plot; I'll go to these stories when there is a gap in the main plot. This will be the first time I have written Leo/Ezio so bare with me. Thanks for your reviews, I like to hear what you think of all this. Sorry this chapter was so short.