URGENT: Before reading this, please keep in mind of a few things I'm including in the story. First of all, the inspiration of the big 'secret' came from a popular video game called "Assassin's Creed," but only loosely. Also, It's kind of an AU of Italian history, so keep that in mind when you see some events in Italian history that most likely did not happen. Other than that, enjoy!
The next day...
Tony woke up in his new bed at 5 AM, already thinking of ways he could approach Martino about the secrets he's been keeping. All night he was thinking about what he could be keeping from him. From his friends to being dead to him being an alien, he thought of it all. He walked into the kitchen and made himself some eggs, still nervous about not only asking the question, but also of what the secret is, and why it's so big that he can't be told of what it is. A moment later, Martino walked in, already showered and dressed in a casual t-shirt and jeans.
"What is that, eggs?" Martino asked as he got himself a glass of milk and a fork.
"Yeah, fried or scrambled?" Tony replied casually, trying to ease his nerves.
"I had scrambled yesterday so I'll have fried eggs today." Martino replied, getting himself situated in a seat at the kitchen island. They sat in a comfortable silence until Tony spoke up. "What are you hiding from me?" he asked casually.
Immediately all of Martino's features tensed, his breathing hitched, and he could not move a muscle. Tony just stood there waiting for an answer, eyes completely focused on Martino. After a good ten minutes of uncomfortable minutes, Martino gave a heavy sigh and slumped in his chair, rubbing his temples and pinching his eyes together. Martino gave Tony a brief glance before staring back at his eggs.
"What do you want to know?" Martino replied, voice shaking. Tony was surprised at his behavior, since his entire life he saw Martino as a spitting image of himself besides the movie quotes and being a retired a hit-man.
"Tell me everything you've been keeping from me." Tony responded, his own voice quivering, unsure now whether he wanted to know, but knew that he needed to know.
Martino blew out one last sigh before starting the conversation. "Well let's start from the beginning, shall we?" Martino asked. With a simple nod from Tony, he continued. "During the Italian Renaissance Period, there was a wealthy and mysterious family, known as the Romano Family that consisted of over 50 family members. Hiding behind a mask of great wealth, the members of the family were trained assassins, abiding by a strict moral code. One, death may only be brought upon those who deserve it. Two, the rights you know today as natural-born rights must be given to all people. And three, you cannot betray family." Martino said quietly before taking a sip of his milk.
"Each member of the family were trained by these moral codes and in the art of combat and assassination. These weren't your ordinary, low-class assassins, no. These men and women were the best in Italy, highly professional, and soon expanded to influence other countries, trying to remove tyranny and inhumanity by assassinating those responsible, the one's who sat at the very top of the pyramid. During the middle of the 16th Century, a man known as Giovanni Costa rose to power, seizing control of Italy. After a failed assassination attempt made my one of the family members, he assembled a military force and raged war against the Romano Family. Eventually, the Romano Family won, but not without massive consequences. Giovanni Costa was eventually killed, and his power was lost on all of Italy. However, his son, Marco Costa survived and went into hiding. The Romano Family was virtually gone. Over half of them killed, the rest injured to the point of uselessness, except one woman. Her name was Alessandra Romano, only four years old at the time. Unable to train her in any form of combat, they simply taught her their history, then let her live a normal life as a normal girl. Thirty years later, she married a man named Sergio DiNozzo, a middle-class man who was exceptionally handsome and clever." Martino said as he finished the last of his milk.
Even though it was an awesome history lesson, Tony was actually kind of disappointed. Why would Martino keep that a secret? Sensing his disappointment, Martino quickly pointed out, "I'm not finished yet, so be patient." Martino shot at Tony, who took a seat in a chair across Martino.
"Shortly after she had her second child, it was discovered that she had developed a sixth sense. One day she had a coma minutes after discovering that her husband had died, and did not wake up for about two months. When she woke up, she developed an astute ability to sense other's without hearing them, seeing them, or touching them. When she asked her parents about this, they all were equally confused with the new development, only saying that she should embrace it. Over the years she tested her children, trying to see if they too had the sixth sense, to no avail. In the final years of her life, she discovered that one, they had to be of her bloodline. Two, they had to have went through extreme pain and loss. And three, they had to have lead a noble and honest life, a good person at heart. This knowledge was passed down the family bloodline, that is until your father was born. Since I was older brother in relation to your father, I was the only one to learn of this family history, however before your grandfather could tell your father, he was shot and killed by a sniper who was later identified as a descendant of Marco Costa, who had created a clan bent on destroying the family bloodline of the Romano Family, which led to the vow of also destroying the current DiNozzo family, having mixed with the Romano Family." Martino said quietly. At this point Tony was sure Martino wasn't joking or lying, seeing as how there was no way he could be making this all up. However, that made him somewhat worried that his family was in danger, as well as those he loved. Of course, that was when Martino decided to drop the bomb.
"I'm sorry to say but your father was found murdered a month ago." Martino replied, his own heart still bearing anger and sadness. Tony felt as if he couldn't breathe. Sure the man was a bastard, but he was also his dad, and recently they started to rebuild the relationship that was once broken when his mother died. Tears began to form in the back of his eyes, threatening to spill. Despite his desperate attempts to hold his emotions at bay, a single tear rolled down his cheek. He angrily swiped at it, only making him feel worse. Not only did he feel scared for the safety of Martino and everyone else he knew and cared about, he felt angry at himself for not being there to save him, even if he didn't have a clue what was going on. But deep inside a new rage built at the pit of his stomach, slowly threatening to boil over from all the loss, sorrow, and pain he experienced in his life. That's when he broke down into body-wracking sobs, every bone in his body trembling as he clung onto Martino. Martino gently pulled Tony into an embrace, tears of his own threatening to spill.
That's when it happened. Martino felt Tony slump in his shoulders, and concern grew inside of him. He carefully looked into Tony's eyes, quickly realizing that he had undergone the legendary coma he was talking about only minutes before. He brought Tony back into his room and set him up with an IV in his arm and hooked up a few more tubes to his body. After about an hour of preparations, he quietly exited the room and walked outside to view the beautiful Italian countryside. The true reason, Anthony, that I didn't reveal the secret yet was because I wasn't sure whether I wanted you to undergo the coma. After thinking about it last night, I decided that not only would it be crucial for you to attain the legendary sixth sense, but also that you would undoubtedly have to find out about your father's death someday, so why not start when you're under my care? Martino thought to himself as he slipped into a deep slumber, worn out from the emotional weight of the conversation he just had. God I'm getting old.
Tony woke up inside a white environment, where everything was white. There were no objects, it was all just white. He looked down at himself but saw absolutely nothing, not even his own body parts. Panic started to rise in himself, and he was becoming more agitated. "Hello?" he called out, but no answer came. Frustrated, he sat down, scaring himself to know that he actually could sit down, considering he couldn't see any sort of the ground or floor. He gently ran his fingers across the substance he was being held up by, shocked by the fact that he didn't feel a thing. It was as if his ability to touch had been stripped from him. That's when he realized that he didn't even hear his own voice when he called out. He tested every single one of his senses, but came up with nothing. The only thing he could confirm was that it felt that he was moving muscles inside his body, but had no way of confirming he even had a body.
That's when he felt a strange tingle in his body unlike any he had ever felt before. It felt as if he was at peace, and all motion he felt ceased. Then the strangest thing happened, and somehow he knew there was a man standing six feet tall with a lean build holding a combat knife twenty feet behind him. His body felt as though it were expanding and contracting, his senses going haywire. After about five minutes of this, he could finally see clearly. He was in an abandoned warehouse, and he quickly spun around to confirm that there was indeed a man standing behind him holding a knife, six feet tall and twenty feet away. The man vanished into thin air, turning into a cloud of dust as if he had never existed. He then had a knowledge that he was directly behind him. Turning around, there he was, the exact same man he saw disappear into thin air moments before. This pattern continued for what felt like hours. He would appear, Tony would face him, then he would reappear somewhere else.
Then he just stopped reappearing altogether, and when the blinked again, he was standing in a luscious field filled with bright green grass, beautiful trees, gorgeous flowers, and a breathtaking sun that lit up the entire field. Even though the sun was hitting him directly, there was no glare from the sunlight, nor was he feeling extremely hot, merely warm. In other words, it felt like he was in the best place on earth. He felt a female presence behind him, so he spun around. He was met with the face of a beautiful blonde woman, a few inches shorter than himself. She had deep sea green eyes and very detailed features that matched his own. She gave a friendly smile, melting his own heart. Not because she felt any sort of attraction to her which was weird considering her beauty was simply breathtaking, but because it seemed so familiar, almost as if she were family.
"Hello Tony," she said happily as she looked him in the eye, a faint radiance of confidence just beaming off of her. That was when he knew exactly who she was. He had never met her in his life time, but still he somehow knew her, as if experiencing the memories of his ancestors.
"Hi Alessandra, my very very great grandmother." he chuckled as he pulled her into in an embrace. She just laughed as she playfully punched him in the arm, charmed by his humor and playfulness. After returning the hug, she slipped out of the embrace and walked over to the nearest tree. "Follow me! We have a lot to discuss, probie!" she called over her shoulder. Tony just chuckled as he ran over to catch up with her.