A/N: So damn proud of myself for actually sitting down and writing the rest of the last chapter with no interruption. I should have been studying for my finals. But who does that nowadays. We fanfic junkies use that as our excuse for procrastination.

Teacher: Students hand in your homework

Me: Sorry didn't have time to do that

Teacher: And what did you do instead *hands on hip*

Me: Fanfic of course. It's worse than drugs or nicotine.

Disclaimer: Don't own it, BUT I SO WANT FUCKIN REVELATIONS HELLA BADLY! (yes bad grammar) TOTALLY PREORDERING THAT JUST TO GET MY POSTER! *stupid grin on my face*

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Leonardo walked around the room mumbling incoherent words to himself as he picked up blank scrolls around his room. Whatever he was doing made me dizzy as he started walking in circles. "Leonardo…are you…?" He silenced me with a finger as he placed all of the items in his hand on top of the table in front of me. "I'm sorry my dear, but I time is not on my side today." I raised my eyebrows.

"A woman has asked me to complete a portrait of her son by tonight, and I have not had the time to begin."

"Is there anything I can do?" I asked. He looked up at me for a second. "If it isn't any trouble. I cannot seem to find my new oil paints. Can you visit the market and purchase some new ones?" I nodded excitedly, and hopped off of my stool. "I'll just drag Ezio along for fun." I turned around and grinned at said man who rolled his eyes at my excitement. "Come, Ezio." I yelled, grabbing unto his arm. "We have many things to do."

We both waved at Leonardo, signaling our leave and exited his workshop.

"Why must you continually drag me around?" He asked, with amusement lacing his voice. "You know why. And don't act like you don't enjoy my company." I turned to look back at him with a smile on my face. "So…" I said, not exactly sure where this conversation was going to lead us. It had been a while since we had a regular conversation, and I wasn't sure what we should talk about. There wasn't any new gossip around town that I could chat with him about, and Ezio being…well Ezio. He's not that type of person that talks about gossip like that, unless it involves assassination missions. Taking a left down a short alleyway, we found ourselves in the center of the shopping district. It was very noisy and people we're yelling across the crowds noise trying to sell their own products.

"You think that they couldn't be any louder." I mumbled. The noise was deafening and it was extremely hard to find where exactly the artists store was as the crowd seemed to grow larger by the minute. "Do you see it?" I asked Ezio. When I turned around to see what his answer was, he seemed to have disappeared. "Oh just freaking great." I yelled, throwing my hands into the air. "You'd think that he would have dragged my ass with him." It seemed smart for me to just climb the nearest building and look for a man in white robes. Spotting him out in this crowd wouldn't be hard though, so I didn't have any trouble in finding him. He was standing in front of a bunch of thieves, exchanging a couple of words with him. I was about to jump down to make my presence known when he suddenly looked up and made eye contact with me.

Talk about awkward. I figured that since he spotted me that he was going to come up here, which he did…eventually. He took a couple of minutes though, but soon he was standing next to me. "There are two men talking about Emilio down there." He said pointing in at a bench were two men were standing. "Are you going to follow them?" He nodded and jumped down off of the roof, in which I followed him.

"I can hear much clearer if we're closer." The both of us skillfully weaved in and out of people trying to get closer to the two men, but not close enough that they would spot us. "…Yes, myself in person. I'm concerned that you don't trust me." A man with grey robes and a white beard stood up, standing in front of a fat man who seemed to eat too much pasta for his own good. "As am I." He responded, clearly trying to send him a message. The both of them started to look around, making Ezio and I step back a bit from where they were. "Perhaps he'll arrive with the others. Walk with me…"

As they started to walk away, heads turning both ways to make sure that they weren't being followed, Ezio grabbed unto my wrist and pointed upwards. "How the hell are we supposed to hear from up there." I whispered. "You go up, I'll stay down here. It will be less conspicuous if the both of us are separated."

"How about you go up and I stay down here. I'm sure you have bionic hearing." If he does that goddamn head tilt. He looked at me with a funny look before, sighing and continued on walking. "Just make sure that you don't get to close."

"This isn't the first time I've done this, you know." The look that he gave me, caused me to giggle a bit. He's so cute when he's annoyed. As we continued to walk behind them, they finally started back up their conversation. They must have felt better, seeing as that no one was "following" them. "So how goes things in the palace."

"Honestly it's difficult…Mocenigo keeps his circle close. I have tried to lay the groundwork, making suggestions, but he has other voices at his ears."

"Then you and Matroniano must work harder, you both must become part of his inner circle." Hey. That's the guy that Antonio was talking about. I wonder what role he plays in all of this. I felt that it was too convenient for all of this to fall together perfectly. I didn't think that he was in such a high position, but now that they mentioned all of this, it did seem strange. Why was this man here at all? What exactly are they planning? "Si. I understand. But it's harder than I expected."

"And why is that Carlo?"

"I don't know! He just a…The Doge doesn't like me."

"I wonder why?" His tone seemed to be too sarcastic to me. Ezio and I exchanged looks, as they stopped in front of an armor shop. "It's not my fault! I try to please him. I learn what he craves, and I have it delivered—the finest jams from the orchards of Sardinia! The newest fashion from Milano…"

"Yes and that's called being a sycophant." I couldn't help but laugh at the man's insult. Of course the Doge wouldn't like someone like that. Those that suck up to you are nothing more than a dog. "A what-? What did you call me?" The man chuckled at his ignorance. "A doormat, a flatterer, a bootlicker. Need I go on?" By all means, please continue. "Bastardo…You don't know what it's like. You don't understand the pressure in there."

"Oh I don't understand pressure!"

"No. You have no idea. You are a government official. I am but two steps away from the Doge himself. I am beside him day and night…" Hence why he called you a sycophant. Duh! "You WISH you could be where I am."

"Are you done?"

"Hardly. You listen to me now. I am close! The Doge can be recruited to our cause. I'm sure of it…I just…need a little more time."

"Time is not a thing we have in great supply."

The talking stopped for some time as we continued to follow them. They led us to an area where there were less and less people, making it a little bit more harder to blend in. Only a couple of people now lined the streets, and those that did, carried boxes in their hands. I swear that these people made it their daily goals to get others to knock over their boxes and have guards chase after them. This man clearly had more than enough room to walk around me, but instead he bumped into me without even so much as an apology. I growled, ready to turn around and kick him, but Ezio grabbed my shoulder stopping me completely. "Can you not see that we can't bring attention to ourselves?" I sighed knowing that he was right. We didn't have time to fool around.

What we needed to do was focus on our task ahead of us. "Keep moving." The larger man on the right said, pushing Carlo on his shoulder to make him continue walking faster.

"Is it much further?"

"Don't be such a little girl."

They stopped in front of a big stage that had gallows set up. I believed that it was a scare tactic, used to make sure that people did nothing but good. Of course it worked on the townspeople, but did absolutely nothing to us Assassin's. We stood behind a set of stairs a good couple of feet away, but not too far that we weren't able to hear what they were talking about. As we waited, two more men approached the men that we were tailing. The one on the right seemed to be much more sinister looking than the one on the left. "Boun Giorno (Good Day), cousin." The one on the left said nodding to the fatter looking man "—Signor Carlo."

"We thought Emilio would be with you."

"Emilio is dead."

"What! How-?" The larger man looked a little too surprised as he glanced at the other three men in shock. "The Assassin...The same one who hunted down the Pazzi! He's here in Venezia."

"Do not forget of his companion. That one is of a threat as well."

"What do you mean companion. I have only heard of one Assassin." Carlo said whipping his head to look at Dante; the man that was standing a little ways off from them. "E Cosi (It is so). Silvio – did you not know?"

"They could be anywhere. They could be here right now, and we might not even know." I chuckled at their paranoid attitudes. If I were in them I would be loitering around an open area. Instead I would be headed to the closest building away from the eyes of…well us. "He struck Emilio inside his own Palazzo!"

"And so? What of our plans."

"There is no longer time for subtlety. My brothers. We must act now."

"But Marco, I am so close. A few more days. If I can just…" Carlo's sentence was cut off with a hand raised in his face. "No! It happens this week."

"We should keep moving." Dante said, pointing in the direction of the port. Already I was getting bored with following these four men. God. How did Ezio stand tailing people for this long? Especially when half the crap they were talking about I didn't even understand. I glanced at Ezio to see him concentrated on the men's conversation that was soon walking away. "Do we really have to stay and listen to this? I don't even understand half the things their talking about."

"Go back to Leonardo's then. I'm sure that you have wasted enough time listening to this conversation."

"And what's that supposed to mean." I whispered harshly, while crossing my arms. "Did Leonardo not ask you to run an errand for him?"

"Well…yeah." I said, scratching behind my head. "Then go. I will take care of this."

"Fine…" I mumbled. "But you be careful now. Okay."

"Oh. Concerned aren't we." My finger made contact with his nose a little bit harder than I had intended.

"You listen here Auditore." His eyes gleamed mischievously at me, making me growl. "Make another snarky comment like that, and you'll see what happens to you." I 'hmped' louder than needed, and made my exit. I didn't even get ten feet away when I heard his laugh, completely mocking me. Just keep walking Amalia. He's just trying to give you a reason to turn around and yell at him. I couldn't take the damn laughing that was coming out of his mouth, but when I turned around to punch him in the face something weird happened. It wasn't just weird but very unexpected. Everything started shifting white. It was like the area was disappearing. My eyes widened as the person in front of me disappeared into thin air. Soon buildings started to be consumed by a pure white color and this sickening screeching noise tore through the air.

"What the hell..?" I mumbled, trying my best to shield my ears from the deafening sound. I tried to walk forward to reach out to Ezio, but my body felt like the entire world was on my shoulders. My legs suddenly started moving slower than they should and the edges of my vision became pure white. No matter how much strength I used to try and shake off the feeling of passing out, it was pointless as I soon fell forward and my vision went dark.