Long Time no see :) NOT. Back to back updates people! And boy do I feel acomplished! Consider it a sort of apology for not updating for a while :p I hope you'll forgive me!

Ezio: No.

WfF: I wasn't asking you.

Ezio: HA. Jokes on you it wasn't a question!

WfF: O.o

Anywho! Originally this chappy, the last chappy, and the next chappy were all suppose to be one, but I broke it up to make it no so much lenghthy. Oh yes, if you guys like lenghth or shortness, be sure to tell me! I would like to know what you guys purrferr :) FYI this chapter is very light and comical, so I hope it will make you giggle! See you at the end!

Much time past, and I grew to love my time in Florence more and more.

I very soon began to see the city more as a home. I met many people, and saw everything there was to see in the city.

About three months prior to our arrival we even found a home for ourselves, just two doors down from the Autitore's palazzo!

The structure wasn't as beautiful as their living quarters, but it was stunning and unique in its own fashion.

It was fairly new; imported stone from Egypt and furniture from Constantinople, all arranged by a Greek architect.

It stood two stories tall with a very small courtyard in the middle. My room was straight up the stairs of the courtyard, and had a massive window in it, overlooking the city.

It was obviously much nicer than our old house, but beauty always comes with a price, and price was manners.

"Gabriella put the damned napkin in your lap!" my mother yelled forcefully attempting to shove a much wrinkled napkin in my lap.

I sat quietly for a moment, allowing the tattered cloth to sit crumbled in my lap, but as soon as my mother stood up with the a smile of victory smudged across her face, I flicked the napkin on to the floor and followed it with a sly remark of, "Oops". The resulted in my mother's many crazy episodes where she tipped stuff over and stormed out of the house, boy did I love to push her buttons.

Since we were in "high society", there were many attempts like his to make me "a proper girl", but they were never completely successful.

I also began tutors in that time period, as well as being taught many other skills such as sewing and cooking, where I proved to be a pain to teach.

Eventually they decided to give up, and just let me live up my young stubborn childhood how I wished. So instead of the book smarts my mother wanted me to learn, I began my "special" training with my father.

We climbed and wrestled, he taught me sword play with sticks, and sometimes made me rehearse odd passages of a faith to something.

My mother never knew of my training, for I promised to never tell. My father said if she found out, it would stop her little heart, and I didn't want that.

As time continued to pass, much happened: the Auditore's new baby, Petruccio, was born, my father began work at the bank with Giovanni, and Ezio and I were as close as ever. Though with such good news, comes bad news: my sister Emiliana was failing to conquer her illness.

It seemed that not a single doctor in the entire golden city could help her.

And I learned this information through the late night arguments of my parents.

They seemed to be arguing more and more, digging themselves into a deeper ditch with every sharp word.

But, I tried not to focus on my parent's near daily arguments, by spending time with Ezio.

We spent just about every day together, and each moment we spent was amusing, no matter what we were doing. Eventually we got to that point where we got "married", and well that's an interesting story.

"You may now kiss the bribe!" my childhood friend Ellioto hollered, mistaking the word bride for "bribe".

And with Ellioto's words, I turned to Ezio, my new childhood husband. Two years of our friendship had past, many things had changed with the winds, but what changed the most was Ezio's exterior.

At seven years old Ezio had grown very much, his chunky frame stretching out into a thinner version, beginning to mock the frame of Federico. His short tussles of hair began to find their natural place on his head, and his eyes- oh his eyes- were still full of the same mischief and trouble that attracted me from the start.

And as I thought about Ezio, I began to think about me. I was a smidge shorter than Ezio, but much thinner. I had grown my black hair out just past my still flat bosom, and my eyes began to turn just as blue as my mother's.

"May I kiss you?" Ezio asked politely, causing me to blush with embarrassment.

Without saying anything I bit my lip and nodded awkwardly.

My heart began to beat rapidly as I watched his puckered little lips approach mine. I stood motionless as the gap closed between us and he smooshed his face against mine.

Oh chorus of "ewws" and "awws" were muttered from
our little group of wedding guests.

Finally Ezio pried his face off of mine and he spoke to me, "Race you to the bell tower, wife!" he winked at me briefly before taking off into a full sprint with me close behind.

Even though Ezio and I were the closest of friends, it didn't seem to halt our competitive and even hostile behavior toward each other, if anything, it fueled it!

I panted wildly as I swung my string bean like legs as far as I could, attempting to get the jump on Ezio, and eventually I did.

I sped past him not even bothering to look back at his most likely angry eyes.

As I approached the base of the bell tower I took in one big gust of air and leaped as far and high as I could, grabbing on to the building and bracing myself as my fragile body smacked against the wall.

My shoulder throbbed a little, but I chose to ignore it out of fear that I would lose the race. I scrambled up the wall as fast as my twiggy arms would take me, but I soon could hear Ezio's labored breathes approaching my heel. I may be the faster runner, but when it came to climbing, Ezio usually took the crown.

But something was off, he wasn't catching up to me to make the race neck and neck, it almost seemed as if he was staying beneath me, on purpose! So out of curiosity, I took a small second to glance down and see what he was doing, and he was… looking up my dress!

I didn't really know what he was doing, but it made me feel a little violated, and my mother told me never to let someone look up my dress. So in response I kicked him the face and raced up to the platform ahead and waited for him there with my hands on my hips.

When his head finally emerged, I could see it was a little red from where I smacked him and I felt bad, but decided to hold my ground.

He hoisted himself up and began to rub the side of his face, avoiding my gaze.

Since he said nothing, I decided to break the eerie silence myself, "Why were you looking up my dress?" I asked, not actually sure what to expect for an answer.

He looked up for a moment, then looked down, then back up again, before sighing and saying, "I was looking… for your-"

"For what?" I interrupted him, getting impatient with his slowed speech.

He spoke quieter this time, "Your, umm, magic hole…" My what? What in God's name was a magic hole?

"Ezio, what are you talking about crazy boy?"

He regained confidence in his voice, "Let me explain, Federico was talking about it with his friends!"

Ah Federico; currently he was in his twelfth going on his thirteenth. Ezio and I looked up to him for advice and comfort, and basically worshipped the ground he walked on. He was so mature and handsome, and yes I still secretly had a crush on him, but well I kept that from my little husband.

"Okay so a magic hole," Ezio continued his explanation, "is a special hole between a woman's legs."

"So that is why you were looking up my dress?

"Yes now let me continue."

"Fine."

He cleared his throat and continued, "So this magic hole is called a bajhina, and if I stick my pee-pee in it, then we both scream with happiness until a squirt happy soup in you, and you have a baby!" He finished his explanation with a smile on his face and his arms out wide as if to say, "Tada!"

I had to admit, the idea was intriguing, and I sort of wanted to try it, but I didn't understand how someone could scream with happiness, the only screaming I knew was the scary kind.

"How do you scream with happiness?" I asked hesitantly.

"Federico called it a, uh, a orjazm, I think. It feels happy though! Trust me!"

I looked into his eyes, and they seemed to be telling the truth, so I sighed and gave in, "Fine we will try this, this-"

"Love making," He called it, "It's what married people do."

"Love making? Well that sounds nice! Let's try it!"

"Alright! First pull of your undergarments and lift up your skirt." I did as he said a tossed my undergarments on the ground.

"Okay next Federico said something about four playing, but he said it wasn't important, and I don't know how to play with the number four anyway. So let's skip to the grand finale!"

I giggled bit with excitement as I began to lift up my dress and Ezio pulled down his pants, but then both are faces snapped in a state of fear and we recoiled away from each other.

"What the hell in that thing?" I yelled pointing my finger at the weird piece of meat dangling between his legs.

"Mine! What about yours? It looks like some sort of disease!"

We stood quiet for a couple moments more, and then burst out into a frenzy of giggles.

When our laughs finally died down we turned to each other, and I spoke, "To be honest Ezio, I don't really want you sticking that thing in my magic hole."

He laughed as well, "Good, because I don't want to stick my pee-pee in that ugly thing!"

I thought for a minute, "If married people do this, then maybe we shouldn't be married."

Ezio thought for a minute, scratching his chin idly with his hand, "That is a good point. We are friends then?"

"Friends indeed."

He smiled at me the way he usually does, before sharing one more laugh with me and hoping of the building with me close behind.

"Gabriella?"

"Mhm?"

"Someday, when we are grownup, can we try to make the love again? Maybe our pee-pee's won't be so weird."

I giggled before answering, "Maybe if you're lucky Ezio, maybe if you're lucky."

Hehe ;) I told you i'd find away around the "no sex" thing! Haha so yes they tried to do the deed when they were seven, but come on, it's Ezio! What'd you expect? Personally I expected nothing less than dirty :D SO as you could tell, this was a bit of a filler chapter (though it does have some important character tranistions in it), but NEXT chapter will be EXTREMELY important, so don't miss out. It will be kinda sad, so I made this chapter happy to make up for it! Hope you like this chapter, I enjoyed writing it! See you guys soon :*