A/N: I feel like I've been on a roll so far with updating my chapters. *sniff sniff* So proud of myself at the moment. Sorry about the angsty chapter….I was feeling that their needed to be some type of tension going on. Hopefully this chapter won't be as angsty as the last one, but please enjoy.
Also this chapter is a little short as well, but please still enjoy. It was hard to type with a brace on my wrist...because I sprained it to the point of almost fracture. Funny part of the story is that I tripped over air, almost cracked my head open on my dresser drawer, and then placed my wrist out to stop it making it land in an awkward position. Scary part was that the bone there was raised very high and I had to push it back down….-_-..tripped over fuckin' air. No comment on that
Ugh…one of my worst chapters to though…..Please excuse how non-detailish and boring it is.
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Disclaimer: I don't own Ezio. Only that mountain size dick of his. LOL!
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"Stupid Ezio..and…and stupid Mario. And…stupid everything." Amalia grumbled as she swept the inside of the villa, not really enjoying the fact that the work that Mario had been talking about was actual housework. "I can't believe I fell into that little demon's trap."
"Demon? I assure you that I am no demon." She whipped her head around to see Mario, delighted as ever, smiling at her from his position up against the wall. A laugh escaped his lips and Amalia wished that she could just walk over there and wipe that smile off of his lips with the broom that she held in her hand. "I see you find this very funny." She said continuing on with her sweep of the tiled floor. "Well there had to be someone that cleaned the villa. It was getting a little dusty."
"Why didn't you get Claudia or some whore form the brothel to do that. I came here to relax and get rid of the stress on my shoulders. And what do you do," She remarked. "You put me to work as soon as possible."
"Listen Amalia." Mario got up and strode over to her, gently taking the broom out of her hand to rest it against the table that was behind her. He then put both of his hands on her shoulder and made Amalia look at him. "I know that you are mad because Ezio's gone—"
"I never said that." She told him quickly, wanting to end the conversation right there. "The look on your face said everything." She shook her head, not wanting to hear it at all. "I never said it." She whispered again. Who exactly was she trying to convince? Mario or herself.
But what Mario said had been very true. She does miss Ezio. And it was all her fault too. She was the reason why he left. He had cooled down a little bit when they had arrived at the villa, but the last thing that she had said to him before he left was that bad things happened to good people. She had said it in a tone that told him to get over it. She had yelled at him.
How could she have done that? After everything that he had gone though she went and said that. "Mario…You have no idea how terrible I feel right now. Do you know what I said to him before he left."
"You don't need to tell me. I think that this is just between you and him."
"You were there! You saw how he looked at me. He HATES me now. He hates me…" Amalia trailed off lowering her head in shame. She couldn't bare to look at Mario as he tried to silence her cries. Amalia. I think it would be best if you got some rest. I'm sure that that will lessen your depressing mood just a little bit." Her head shook back and forth. "No. I just want to apologize to him. No not want. I need to apologize to him. He must absolutely hate me now."
"Come. Let me show you something." Her head perked up at the sound of Mario's footsteps fading away and she ran after him to see what he wanted to show her. The walk was silent as Mario led her outside of the villa and into the town. Muddy ground and large puddles could be seen scattered across the road, making Amalia wince at how much the town was in bad shape. Some buildings were boarded up and had no business, while the others that were open barely had any customers. Not many people lined the streets making it seem desolate and barren.
A gust of wind blew through the streets making her shiver, and wish that she had at least grabbed a jacket. As they continued to walk throughout the streets, turning corners here and there, Amalia thought about what Ezio was doing. Maybe he was already in Firenze completing his mission. Or maybe he was thinking about how much he hated her. It was like she couldn't stop thinking about him and what he was doing.
Why was it that she couldn't stop thinking about him? That was what she seemed to do the entire time that she was staying there. Maybe it was just the fact that she had gotten him angry why she was constantly thinking about him, but that little voice in the back of her head said otherwise.
'You obviously have feelings for him.' It told her, a chuckle escaping the voice and entering her head. 'Shut up. I don't want to talk to you. It makes me seem crazy!' She yelled in her head, maneuvering around a woman that was sitting on the side of the road. 'Admit it.' The voice said. Amalia didn't respond to that. She didn't feel like she needed to anyway.
"Look." Mario's voice broke her from her thoughts. "What is it?" She asked, staring up at the building that loomed over her blocking out the sun's rays. "It's a church. Not at its best, but still looking better than it had before. The roof needs to be fixed, but when the sun shines through the cracks in the roof it looks very beautiful."
"And you're showing me this why?" She asked, not really getting why he had showed her this. "Because I feel that if you ever need a place to just get away to when things are bad, then you can come here."
"This isn't making me feel any better." She told him truthfully. "The only thing that will make me feel better is apologizing to Ezio."
"Amalia! You cannot just wallow in sadness the rest of the time you are here. You must be happy that you are getting a break away from the man." A sigh passed through her lips and she blew the hair in her face out of the way. "I think I'm going to head back to the villa. You know…start on dinner or something….."
She turned around and left even as Mario was calling out her name from behind her.
"Amalia wait—"
Maybe she should have stayed with Demarco. Maybe she'd become a Templar and then turn out to be against the Assassins and help them instead. That would probably be better than knowing that one of your friends absolutely hates your guts.
"Ugh… I really hope he comes back so that I can apologize."
'And tell him that you like him.'
'Shut up.'
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Three days. Three days. Amalia couldn't take it anymore. When in the hell was he going to come back? He had told her that he would be gone a day or two and she figured that he wouldn't take that long to come back. At the moment she was sitting in her room with her knees curled up to her chest, watching the sun set outside the window. Tomorrow would be the fourth day. She couldn't even remember the last time that she was this far away from him.
Maybe the voice was true. Maybe she was starting to have feelings for Ezio. If he was acting like this then something was definitely going on. But Ezio's attitude and how he has sex with anything that moves, bothers her. She would never want to like someone like that.
What if the both of them were truly dating? Would he have sex with a whore every time they got into a fight? She can't even handle him when he isn't dating her so what made her think that this would be fine.
Ezio always gave off misleading signals though. One day he wouldn't touch her at all, but the next he might grab her hand just to hold it, or hug her out of the blue.
What did all of that mean?
Was she just someone to him or was she more than that?
Amalia felt like she was a mess in general. Her head was all screwed up and she had no idea why she couldn't just get over him. No she didn't like him. That was what she would tell herself. Maybe if she kept on telling herself that then the feelings that she had for him might just go away.
"Oh my god. I just admitted that I like him." She whispered to herself, grabbing unto her hair and yanking it. Her eyes widened to the size of saucers as she just realized what she had said out loud. Amalia felt like jumping off of the villa's roof into nothing, hoping that a black hole would swallow her up and spit her back out somewhere else than this.
"Are you okay?" A voice asked from behind the door. "Yeah I'm fine." She yelled back. The person opened the door still, to reveal that it was Claudia that had knocked on the door.
"Are you sure? You've been inside of this room for day..." Amalia nodded, only convincing herself. "Tell me. What is wrong Amalia. Surely something is on your mind to make you act like this."
"Ezio." The moment his name left her lips Claudia rolled her eyes and sat down on the edge of the bed. "My brother…"She started, laughing out loud as if she was remembering something funny about him. "He is definitely a strange one." She admitted. "Has he done something to you, why you are in here?"
"I….I…"
"Come. Tell me what is on your mind." Amalia was glad that she had befriended Claudia in the past few days that she had been here. She was the only person that she could talk to at the villa because for one, she was a girl, and two she was around the same age as her. Plus she needed advice from a girl figure and Claudia seemed to be the perfect person for the job.
"What do you do when you like someone that you shouldn't?"
"Are you telling me that you are falling in love with my brother?" Claudia asked, an amused tone lacing her voice. "I never said anything like that." Amalia quickly defended, not wanting her to get the wrong idea. "But you do like him though..right?"
"Maybe just a little."
"I do not think that you should like him though. He's not the best when it comes to relationships." Claudia told her honestly. "I believe that he would just take your heart and crush it in an instant."
"I know.." Amalia whispered, knowing that that fact would settle in soon. It was true though. Ezio would probably take her heart, chew it and then spit it back up to move unto another one. Besides, he didn't really have that good of a reputation as well. "It would be best to get rid of those feelings as they are at the first stage because later on it would be harder to get rid of them."
"But I can't—"
"Yes you can." She said firmly. "And you will." Claudia told her, grabbing unto her wrist tightly. "I do not want to see someone as fragile as you get hurt." She let go, not wanting to hurt Amalia at all, but just to get her to know that she was being serious. "Besides, I do not want your first relationship to be your worst and last one."
"How do you know that I haven't dated before?" Amaliaa asked, looking up at Claudia, shocked because she hadn't said anything about that before."
"You have the look on your face." Amalia looked at her confused, before Claudia burst out laughing grabbing unto the sheets before she fell on the floor. "You should have seen the look on your face. That was too funny." She wiped the tears away from her eye and placed a hand on Amalia's leg, comforting her in some way.
"I just don't want you to get hurt. Okay!" She nodded and Claudia patted her on the leg before leaving the room in a flutter of pink and white. "She's right. I shouldn't like him anymore. It's bad for my health." Amalia smiled a bit to herself, trying to cheer up and lied down in the bed, getting under the comforter.
Warmth spread over her as the blanket felt soft and cozy and her eyes started to close before darkness soon took over her. Her last thoughts that night weren'y on Ezio, but they were now on what she was going to do tomorrow to get her back in high spirits.
