Alright... took a leave of absense... let's go!

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HEADS UP: The most random song is going to be sung. If you live in Europe, Sweden in particular, you will (hopefully) smile at the very least :3 Yeah, got bored and decided to take some lyrics. Nothin' special, just your average plagerism. Only I make no money off this, thus rendering your argument invalid.

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Chapter ten: Lazarro's a Douche

"No way to treat someone who probably saved your life," he muttered. The guy turned to glare at me, and that's when I got a good look at his features. He was kind of... oh dear... he was actually quite charming. Odd, I know. I almost lost myself in his eyes... almost. Certainly not the best-looking, but I never scored for looks- Bonnie! Bad! That's a bad Bonnie! You don't start forming a petty crush on someone who's your potential enemy! Wait... did I just think that for thousands of people to know? Erm...

"Sorry..." I mumbled. "Just didn't know where I was."

"Si..."

Awkward silence lengthened into impossibe tension. "May I ask what your name is?" I finally asked.

"Lazarro Boni," he replied quickly.

"Bonnie Kaye," I stated. He just nodded. I should be heading to Leonardo's... I really should, before I make myself seem more like an idiot. "Er... thanks for sheltering me, but I need to get going..."

Lazarro gave me a dismissive wave of his hand. "Alright, your mount is grazing." I raised an eyebrow. That was it?

Quickly, I checked my inventory, making sure everything was where it was supposed to be, and cautiously walked out the door, muttering another 'thanks' as I did so. As I got to a field, murmers could be heard, then several figures began appearing. Fuck, an ambush. They all seemed to be teens or early adults, and none of them were armed. Fair fight, fist fighting was my forte, anyways.

It occured to me that all of them were male, all trained to fight in all likeliness. I was screwed. "Think you could escape here that easily, Assassin?" Lazarro's accusing voice echoed. So this is what it was about.

"'Escape'? I have to meet an aquaitance of my mentor, that's why I said I had to leave," I snapped back. With a headache, I wasn't up to dealing with his shit right now. Based on the appearance of the people, they were probably run-aways, but I wouldn't know. My mind raced of the possibilities of who these guys truly were. Templars? Bandits? Evil monkeys? Wait... scratch that last one.

"Attack," Lazarro commanded. He crossed his arm as he leaned against the side of a building. "Give up, Assassin, it's impossible to escape here conscious."

Impossible...? The men/teens advanced, and I placed my hand out, attempting to confuse the hell out of them. "Stop, don't say that it's impossible! 'Cause I know, it's possible. Though I know you'll never look my way, I can say 'you will one day.' I can say 'you will one day'!" As hoped, they all froze at my sudden burst in to song. I used this chance to dash off, searching for Scotty. Well... at least he had been truthful about the beast grazing, I give him that much.

Quickly, I mounted him and snapped the reigns, and we went towards the dirt road. I continued to sing the song in my mind. I will be popular, I will be popular! I'm gonna get there, popular! My body wants you, girl! My body wants you, girl! I'll get you when I'm popular~ Ah, EuroVision.

Scotty slowed to a trot as we neared the gates of Florence. A single man stuck out from the rest, as he was wearing elegant-looking red fabric, and an adorable hat. He was pacing about and mumbling nonsense. "Leonardo?" I called out, dismounting my noble steed to meet the painter.

"Bonnie!" he greeted, walking over to me and trapping me in a friendly hug. Ah, what the hell! I've dreamt of this moment for a long-ass time! I hugged him back. We separated and his blue-gray eyes sparkled. "I've heard good things from Ezio."

I chuckled. "Care to share what the dunce has said?" I asked jokingly.

"He wrote 'Strange, foul-mouthed, but I see potential.'" D'AWW. You know you said and/or thought that. I almost said it, I thought it, though. He handed me a piece of parchment, which had Ezio's handwriting scrawled on it. 'She told me she is from America, which is, in her words, 'almost halfway across the Earth.' A city called Odessa, in the year of 2011. A strange black device which she carries around plays mens' voices, along with tunes tbat cannot be matched.' The rest of the paper trailed off into script I could not read.

"Well... I never knew he used such vocabulary when he wrote," I teased, smirking. Ezio might've saved my ass before, but it doesn't mean I can't have my fun. Leonardo got my joke and chuckled. "So... do I get a personal escort by the great Leonado da Vinci?"

"Oh, don't say such kind words, though I do appreciate them..." He flushed a little at the flattery. Sigh, if only he knew how famous he would be in his later years. Damn shame.

"Shall we go?" I was itching to see his studio. With a chuckle, he offered his arm, to which I hooked my own around, and we practically waltzed through the streets like that. It seems that I was about a foot and a half shorter than the painter, maybe less. These greaves did have a little heel on them... though a quarter of an inch.

The Courtesan groups scattered about looked at me oddly, as if recognizing me as the girl who broke that cart of hay in front of their brothel way back when (a week...). It took me a second to find Paola roaming among the citezens. I'll find her again later, but I need to remember the directions from the gates.

Guards looked at me suspiciously, but the wind blew my hood down, so they went about their business once they realized I wasn't miniature Ezio. Some of them probably remembered his face, but wouldn't care much anyways. There wasn't a bounty on his head, so they wouldn't care. I didn't mind them much, but my eyes darted to all the brutes with axes. No, not ready to tackle them yet.

Finally, we stopped in front of a building that I remembered right from THE GAME- I mean... the game (obvious, troll is obvious...?). It seemed like a single building version of a palazzo, only a little shorter. Maybe one or two stories short, but I wasn't complaining. There were easy-looking hand-holds on the side of the building, so I could improve my parkour and not have to rely directly on ladders.

This is gonna be a fun two years.

IT'S DONE. MERRY HALLOWEEN, EVERYONE! Er... what?

Note: My birthday's coming soon, and I'd love for this story to make 45-50 reviews before 13 chapters, but that's me...

Bonnie: HA! HA! Yeah, like that'll happen.

... *forever alone*

Bonnie: *forever a troll*

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