Chapter 25- Casa Dolce Casa

A chapter with double meaning- for one, I'm back after like a month without internet (And most of that time was also without my computer, since it was broken), and I also figured that it would be nice to have a sort of easygoing chapter before diving back into the hilarity. Plus I needed a way to free up Desmond for later chapters, which will be explained… in those later chapters. XD

It's good to be back!

-MTDS

Ezio yawned, bored. Sure this was the shiny and new, completely as-of-yet unexplored by him future, with the famous ancient Assassin (and somewhat lunatic) Altair, along with the so far relatively quiet Connor (it was far simpler than his other name) and the expert on this time period Desmond (who didn't always seem to understand what he was doing).

Life could be worse.

Still, there were some things he missed. Firenze and Roma and Italia, his homeland, all his friends and his fellow Assassins…

Stai bene, there were many things he missed. He guessed that it was the same with the others, but he wasn't sure. Every day had basically winded down to the same schedule, which was practically nothing but a lot of empty time.

He could only watch Desmond play… What was it? Oh, Grand Theft Auto (Whatever the diavolo that meant) - so long before he got tired of hearing tiny people screaming in terror from the 'Xbox of Eden'- the name Altair had given it would occasionally stick in his mind, even though Desmond had looked up how it worked on the Internet and explained it in massive words that even Leonardo would have had trouble understanding… mainly because he wasn't from this time period, but that was beside the point.

At least the wine here was still good… but, since Desmond had been a bartender before being kidnapped by Templars, he was always trying to give him tips and tell him how to make fancy drinks with strange names. I swear, the man misses his job… Ezio thought, although it was more likely that Desmond didn't like being cooped up trying to prevent the house from being destroyed by his three ancestors. Actually, that gave Ezio an amazing idea. He smirked and went to find Altair and Connor, intent on putting his scheme into action.

Later that day, at roughly 10:00 pm.

All four of them were later sitting in the living area, and Desmond looked confused and troubled. "So… why are all of you staring at me?"

Altair looked at Ezio, who nodded, and then Altair looked back at Desmond. "It was pointed out by Ezio that you've been flitting around like a mother hen." He said in a nonchalant, blunt tone.

Desmond looked annoyed and Ezio sighed, shaking his head. "What Altair means to say is that we think that you think that we can't behave, which is why we've decided that tomorrow you need to leave."

Desmond blinked, confused again. "Leave?"

Connor cleared his throat. "Just for a few hours. Since we are unlikely to get ourselves killed, maybe you will trust us to not destroy the building later on."

"Uh… okay?" Desmond said, stating it more as a question than accepting his Ancestors' proposition. Ezio smiled cheerily, happy. "Bene, a toast then, to hopefully not destroying our temporary casa, our home."

Desmond couldn't help but smirk, expecting that by the time he was about to leave tomorrow somebody would have already done something to make him need to stay. "Home sweet home, right?"

"Casa dolce casa." Ezio repeated in Italian.

What's going to happen next? Will Altair, Ezio, and Connor actually be able to hold down the fort? Will they fail miserably? Will Altair be crazy? Will Desmond actually leave? Tune in next time to find out what happens in Modern! Day! Assassins! Dramaticuseofexclamationpoin ts!

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