It was a week after being returned to normal, and Yusuf was still cheerful. Heck, he had been dancing around in that blanket for a day and a half before Ezio shoved him into his room and locked the door until he got some proper clothes on. I don't even think Annette will be able to get these images out of her innocent little head.

Anyways, it was a week after he was humanized or whatever it's called. And Yusuf was walking about the streets, sort of looking around. And that's when he found a pethetic scrape of white fur curled up under a box. He kneeled down and stared at it for a while before it hit him.

"Sevmek?" Carefully, he brushed his finger against the creature's spine, causing it to stir. A moment later, he found himself staring back at bicolored eyes of a Turkish Angora. Yup, that was her alright. He smiled a little. "Seems I found you, friend."

The cat pulled away and moved deeper into the box. And there where she had been lying a second ago, Yusuf spotted the blood stain. He stared with alarm.

"Did the dogs hurt you?" he once again reached for her, and carefully pulled her out of the box. Though she tried to hold on with her claws in protest. Once he managed to get her out, he saw her front paw was terribly injured; torn and still bleeding. He felt sort of bad now. It could have been dogs, or something else. He wasn't sure. Still, that didn't stop him from wanting to help her.

So he held her in his arms and carried her back to the hideout, where he found Ezio studying a new key (pfft, more like mindlessly staring at it). He lightly tapped Ezio's shoulder, but the old man didn't seem to notice. A heavy sigh, Yusuf tapped the Master Assassin's shoulder again, a little harder this time. Still nothing. He put Sevmek down on the desk and pondered on whether or not he should shake Ezio by the shoulders.

Eh, he could wait.

Yusuf sat down on the desk, and waited. And waited. Sevmek, however, didn't. She proded around at the objects on the desk, most notably the keys. He hadn't noticed until it was too late.

A flash of light and Yusuf was thrown off the desk. He blinked in surprise when he realized the shockwave came from the key in Ezio's HAND. In fact, the old man's chair fell back and Ezio was laying flatout unconscious on the floor. And Sevmek? She wasn't there. Or at least he didn't see her until he moved to the other side of the desk and found a woman laying on the floor... naked of course.

Who to go to first? Unconscious Ezio or unconscious Sevmek?

No contest.

Yusuf went right over to Ezio and shook him around a little. But it was no use. His friend's head lulled back on his shoulders as he remained out cold.

Well this wasn't good for anyone.

With a heavy sigh, Yusuf was in the process of moving Sevmek out of sight when Annette and Yerman came running in from the noise. And more importantly, Elif too came down, though wobbly -she was still recovering. But sure enough, she looked from Ezio to Sevmek to Yusuf and fainted.

Yup, this was definately not good for ANYONE.

Yerman let his head fall in his hands as he groaned. "Oh no... not all this again."

"Who's the girl?" Annette asked curiously.

Yusuf looked down at Sevmek, then back at the two recruits. "Well... um..."

"And what happened to Mentor?" Annette asked.

Yerman glanced down at Elif. "This is bad..."

"I'll explain later," Yusuf told them. "Just do me a favor and help me bring them upstairs."

Of course, Yerman seemed interested now. "Can I carry that girl there?"

"Actually, I can handle her." Yusuf told him. "But if you could get Ezio, that would be much appreciated."

By default, that meant Annette hand to half drag Elif up the stairs and get her to bed. So Yerman begrudgently tried to pull Ezio up to hold him, but quickly found the old man to be heavy as f-. And Yusuf? Well, Sevmek was pretty light, he didn't have any problems.

It took another ten minutes until Yerman managed to get Ezio up the stairs and into his room. And by the time he got there, he had worked up quite a sweat. Yusuf had taken a blanket from his own room and wrapped up Sevmek. And Annette had been sitting on the floor before getting up to help put their mentor in his bed.

Hum... seems sh-t just hit the fan.

Ezio groaned loudly as he felt his head throb. He slowly brought his hand up to rub his forehead. God, what's with this killer headache? Last time it was this bad, he was getting off one hellova hangover from a drinking binge with Volpe... Wait... did he get drunk? Eh... probably not... he'd gone cold turkey. Besides, oddly enough, the last thing he remembered was Altair trying to escape Masyaf after Maria had been killed... Wait... that was in the key.

What else did he remember... Um... bright light, an explosion... or something like that.

Oh well, best not worry about it now. He slowly opened his eyes and found his vision quite blurry at first. So he had to blink and focus a few times until his eyes managed to clear up.

And what does he find staring back at him?

Some naked woman sitting on his lap with long black hair hanging over her shoulders and bicolored eyes peering curiously at him. Her hands were pressing down on his stomach as added support, and she tilted her head as he had come to.

In reaction, Ezio was about to shoot up, but hit his head on the shelf over his bed. He put his hand back to his head and groaned. "Cazzo..."

"Ezio, you're up!"

Ezio glanced over to see Yusuf stand up from a chair on the other side of the room. Also in the room was Yerman and Annette. What in the world...?

Though Yerman cracked up. "Did you see how red his face was when he saw her, Annette?"

Alright... so Ezio was taken a little off guard by some naked woman sitting on his lap. Okay... that's an understatement. He was confused, startled, and a bit turned on (he's a guy, what can I say) by this random woman sitting on his lap.

"What's going on...?" He grumbled.

Yusuf faultered and sighed. "You know how I was changed into a cat?"

"I'm not senile, of course I do." Ezio responded.

"Well, you see, I hadn't gotten back to the hideout on my own. I had been going along side another cat." He glanced at the woman for a moment before forcing a chuckle. "Um... Ezio, meet Sevmek."

Ezio turned his stare back to this Sevmek person-or-cat-or-whatever. But he couldn't help his wandering eyes (he, like most of us, suffers from elevator eyes (come on, we've seen how his stare goes right to Sofia's chest when he talks to her)), she's fairly young looking, has wirey limbs, a very nice figure, really nice-

"She sort of touched the key you were examining." Yusuf explained, interrupting Ezio's thoughts.

"Right. Right." Ezio responded. "Could you answer something for me?"

"Sure."

"What is she doing on my lap?" It's funny. He said it in a completely monotonous voice.

"Hehe..." Yusuf rubbed the back of his neck. "I'm not entirely sure... I guess she likes you?"

Ezio glanced sideways at him as Sevmek took his finger and lightly nibbled on his knuckle. "You don't say."

"I told them to get her something to cover her up," Annette put in.

"Yeah, it's a damn shame no one cares," Yerman retorted.

Choosing to ignore them, he decided to try and ask her to get off. And guessed that meant he needed to speak Turkish. "Sevmek, lütfen eğer benim çük almak..." But his request was ended midsentence with Yerman's shocked choking noise. Ezio glanced at him and noticed Annette, sitting next to him, was blushing brilliant red and Yusuf seemed more or less awkward. "What?"

"Um... I don't know if you know what you just said," Yusuf said, forcing a straight face.

"Isn't that 'please get off my lap'?" Ezio asked.

All three shook their heads.

Sevmek, of course, repeated, "Çük?"

Alone, Ezio reconized the word and felt his face burn. "N-no! I didn't mean anything like that!"

"Don't worry about it too much," Yusuf assured. "We all know you're Turkish is boarderline insulting. Besides, I don't think she understands that word."

"Çük?" Sevmek repeated, grabbing Ezio's wrist and staring with a questioning look.

"Um.. no," Ezio said, trying to figure out how to get her off of him.

Her hand moved to his chest. "Çük?"

"No," he said again.

She was about to move her hand again when Yusuf decided to end this fairly awkward situation. "Sevmek, ben Ezio onun olan herhangi bir şey kapma ihtiyacı olduğunu sanmıyorum."

"O neden sormak ki?" She said, glancing over to him. Ezio was trying to translate everything as best he could in his head. Yusuf had said something like 'he didn't need anything of his grabbed' and Sevmek asked 'why did he ask'.

"O bir salak," Yusuf told her. "Eğer onun kucağına kapalı olsun eder misiniz?"

"You know I can understand you." Ezio said a little insulted.

"Says the same person who asked her to grab his çük." Yusuf told him flatly.

But whatever the heck Yusuf said to Sevmek worked, because she got off of Ezio. And now she stood at the side of the bed. Annette picked up a blanket off the floor and wrapped it over Sevmek's shoulders.

"That couldn't have been more awkward," she sighed, exasperated.

Ezio sat up and asked, "So... should we get to fixing this?"

Yusuf nodded. "I think that might be for the best."

So everyone got downstairs and gathered around Ezio's desk while they had Sevmek touch the key. Only they found it didn't work. Even when they expected a delayed reaction, nothing happened. Yerman groaned.

"I don't get it. What could have gone differently?" He wondered.

Ezio stroked his beard. "Prehaps it depends on the key. Because it seems that the results differ every time."

"What?" Annette tilted her head.

"While Yusuf was missing, we had that other cat in here and changed her into a human. But that was with a different key than the one that changed Yusuf. And the first time I tried to change Yusuf back along with the other cat, I used the second key. It turned the cat back no problem. But Yusuf was some hybrid and not human. Prehaps its the same thing."

"Is that the key she touched in the first place?" Yerman asked.

"Yes," Yusuf and Ezio both sighed in unisession.

"So much for that idea..." Annette mumbled.

"What do we do?" Yerman asked.

"I'll try and think of something." Ezio said. "Yusuf, how about you watch over your friend."

"Are you sure that's a good idea?" Annette asked. "Maybe I should."

"No I'm sure," Ezio assured. "They know each other by now, so it shouldn't be too bad."

I dunno guys. I just don't know. I got a comment from one of you guys saying that you wished to see when Yusuf found out that he could purr. Well, it's a long story. So I'll just stick in an Epilogue.

Also, about the whole bit with Sevmek on Ezio's lap and the very awkward conversation, allow me to shed some light on that unless you gave up and used Google Translate.
çük means dick in Turkish. And what Ezio had asked was something like, "Sevmek, please, if you will grab my dick..." Yeah... it's a bit dirty. Sorry 'bout that. But then again, I've been referencing to some naughty things with naked people a few times in the fic already.

And about the "elevator eyes" thing. We've all got them. We're supposed to look someone in the face, but instead our gazes drop to something else like their chest or legs or... well you get the idea. And Ezio's a prime offender with his eyes always dropping to Sofia's chest when he sees her. Yeah I know that dress is rediculously low cut, but dude, get a grip.