A/N Sorry everyone for the long delay, i've been in the hospital for awhile and its taken me awhile to get back into the cycle of things. ANyway, thankyou all for your reviews and comments, i love to see that so many people are enjoying my scribbles. Well, i'll stop boring all of you and let you get back to reading the latest adventure of Altair and Ezio in their new home! Thankyou for reading!
The rest of the day was spent cleaning. The picking up was mostly done by Jean and Justin, since Ezio was distracted by almost every shiny or noisy thing he encountered, while Altair sulked and cursed the cat. When they were done, it was well past 11 pm.
"What's for dinner mom?" Yawned Justin, Flopping down onto the couch as he spoke.
"I have no idea." Sighed Jean, running a hand threw her hair. "Someone broke the fridge, so what I had in there has gone bad." Saying this, she glared at Altair, who was leaning against the wall. He pulled his hood lower over his face as she glared.
"can we order pizza?"
"Sure, but use the phone in the other room. The one that was in here has a hole in it."
"It taunted me." muttered Ezio, crossing his arms and looking away. Jean rolled her eyes and Justin snorted as he walked out of the living room. The two assassins sat in silence, both with their hoods pulled low and arms crossed. Shifting uncomfortably, Jean looked between the two tall men, and then sat down on the couch across from the one Ezio was slouching in. Reaching forward, she picked up a remote and prepared to turn on the TV. Just before she pressed the power button, she stopped, releasing what could have been a fatal mistake, turning on something loud, colorful, and moving, in the presence of two highly strung assassins.
"Uh, Im going to turn the TV on." She said. Ezio looked up, his face still shadowed by his cowl.
"What's a TV?" He asked, curiously. Altair came over and stood behind him, tilting his head as Jean attempted to explain it.
"It's a, it's like a recording, a visual recording of stuff..." jean said, furrowing her brow as she thought how to explain it to the two before her. She could tell by their blank faces that she wasn't doing a good job of it. Giving up, she sighed and said,
"Just, don't freak out, ok?"
"Freak out?" asked the two in unison, looking at her with matching expressions of confusion. Jean blinked, They must be related, they looked so alike...
"You know, start yelling or screaming," she said, beginning to get frustrated with the two.
"Oh, panicking!" said Altair triumphantly. Then he nudged Ezio, saying, "Like when you kill someone in front of a ton of people, they start panicking."
"Ooh," Ezio said, understanding dawning. Jean was a little unnerved however by how calmly Altair mentioned killing, as if he had done it before. Then again, she should have seen that one coming. She had seen the man wield multiple knives; it was only common sense that he could use them on things other then kitchen appliances.
"Ok, we won't panic." The Italian said with a smile. A few minutes later, Ezio had rushed up stairs and locked himself in the bathroom, while Altair stood stock still, his eyes wide and staring at the flashing screen before him.
"So much noise, so much noise!" Ezio moaned through clenched teeth, covering his ears and rocking back and forth on the floor. "What is wrong with this world? What did I do to deserve this! ah, oh God!"
Altair soon came up the stairs after him, but he ignored the Italian's shouts, instead heading for the dark room he had found earlier. He raced into it and slammed the door shut, slipping behind the stacks of boxes and concealing himself, hiding from the strange lights, sights, and sounds that now haunted the floor below.
"Should we go get them?" Asked Justin as his mom sighed and turned off the TV.
"I don think so." Jean said, getting up and stretching. "Even if we got them back down here, they would still need to adjust to everything, and when the pizza man comes, it would probably be best for him not to see them, for his own safety."
Twenty minutes later, the pizza man arrived. He drove up the gravel drive way, and looked up at the neat little house that had ordered the pizza.
"what the hell?" he muttered, staring out at where two men robed in white were clambering out a window and gracefully scaling the house walls, pearching on the roof top.
"Hey there!" The pizza delivery man's eyes were drawn to where a boy was rushing out of the house, a twenty clutched in his hands. "hey, uh, can you give me the pizza please?"
"Uh, sure." Stumbled the man, handing over the pizza and accepting the twenty. He reached for change, but the boy just shook his head, glancing hurriedly up to where the two men were staring down at them with a hawk like air.
"Just keep the change!" Shouted the boy as he raced back to the house, holding the pizza. "Get down you idiots!" He then called up at the two.
"What did you call me?" Roared one of them, getting to his full height and looking as if he was about to leap down and tackle the boy.
"Hey, hey!" The pizza man said, noticing a glint at the wrist of the standing man. But the other rose to his feet and tackled the first, both of them disappearing over the roof edge. The boy had now disappeared into the house, and a bewildered and alarmed pizza man hurriedly drove off.
"What did you call me you midget?" Hissed Altair, storming in through the back door. He made a beeline for Justin, who raced to duck down behind the couch. But the Assassin was faster, and was on the boy like a cat on a mouse. Hauling him up by the hood of his jacket, Altair brought him to eye level so that the boy's feet were barely brushing the ground. Justin swallowed nervously as he stared wide-eyed back into the narrowed eyes of the Arabian.
"Altair, comrade, let him go!" Ezio protested, attempting to pull Altair's hands away from the terrified boy.
"Mom!" Screamed Justin as Altair growled. The Arabian finally let him go.
"Apologize insolent boy!" Snarled Altair, looking as if he would leap at Justin again if Ezio hadn't been holding him back. Justin stammered out an apology then stumbled into the kitchen, leaving the pizza box behind.
"Altair, why must you be so aggressive?" Sighed Ezio, strolling over to where the pizza box sat and opening it curiously. "These people have been kind enough to keep us here, but I feel they might soon throw us out due to your rudeness."
"Better to be rude then to be careless." Snorted Altair, crossing his arms and looking away from his Italian companion. "The boy insulted me, I taught him a lesson. Do you say you would not do the same?"
"Well," Began Ezio, pulling out a piece of pizza and sniffing it experimentally. "I guess I would have, but perhaps in a less terrifying way. Ew, oh Dio, what is this?"
