The assassin stretched as he woke, his brown hair falling behind his shoulder. A yawn escaped his lips as he scratched the slight chest hair he had. He looked down to his left. At his side was a sleeping artist. He was such a beautiful sleeper. His eyes would flutter about and he would mumble to himself. Even in his sleep, Leonardo would be working. The assassin smiled and moved a strand of hair from the artist's cheek, giving him room to place a light kiss. He slid out of bed and moved to quickly get changed into his white assassin robes.

Just as he was about the exit the room his heard a mumble. As he turned to look at Leonardo, the artist sat up, rubbing his eyes. "Ezio? Where are you going?" The artist said, sadly and tiredly.

"I have a job to do, Leonardo."

"So you were going to leave without saying good bye? Well, thank you." He sighed and led back down, rolling over to look away, facing the wall.

"Leonardo. It is not like that at all." Ezio didn't get a reply so sighed and walked out, darting out of the workshop and onto the streets. He paused to stare up at the window of his lover's bedroom then continued on his path.

He pursed his lips then moved them to whistle for a horse. Mounting it quickly, he made sure he was safely in the saddle and trotted off in the direction the target was. The zone was restricted to guard-only so Ezio had do devise a plan. Luckily, the area had a wall and, though it was over twenty feet high, he could quite easily scale it. He trotted around the walls, making sure he was not spotted on his journey to the destination. Jumping off te horse, he hit it's rear, spooking it and causing it to run off. This alerted a few guards who followed the horse in their gaze, allowing Ezio time to sneak behind them. The first guard he came to was almost leaning over the wall to regain sight of the running horse. A simple push off the twenty foot wall would do the trick. Luckily, the other guards were too focused on the horse, asking themselves where it came from, to notice Ezio.

He had thought about dressing like a guard for missions like these but he realised that would only increase security, causing more problems to him. But maybe that is what he wanted? More of a chance to rip those Borgia guards to shreds. More opportunity to avenge his family. But no. It was part of the Creed, wasn't it? 'No uneccessary deaths'. This was the only rule to keep him from killing every guard he saw.

The second guard was a little more tricky to kill. He was not able the be pushed onto the field outside and there wasn't anywhere to hide the body. The third guard would also probably see. Just then, a pigeon flew infront of his face, moving to sit on the edge of the wall in a few strands of hay. The assassin grinned and quietly tiptoed around the guards, diving off the edge of the wall, closing his eyes and taking a deep intake of breath whilst in the highest point then positioning himself to dive into the bale of hay.

He stayed crouched in the pile for a few minutes, calculating the paths the guards take. He could be detected on this mission but he would rather not be. After sitting there for what seemed like forever, he hopped out of the hay, moving to climb the building next to him. He rushed over to a wire that made a path over the street. He slowly put a foot on the wire and it began to creak. He darted backwards as the guards underneath looked up. The group of three made the same confused noise then continued back on their path. Ezio tried again, putting his foot on the wire. No one had noticed this time so he quickly darted across to the other roof. He was going to have to kill this guard. He would have to kill it on the roof then drop him somewhere to create a path for himself.

As he walked up to the guard, it turned around, staring at Ezio. He had opened his mouth to scream for back up but it was too late. Ezio had stuck his sword inside the guard. The guard's face dropped as the realisation his life was over had hit tore his sword out of the man's stomach, blood pouring over his red robes. The slice was big enough for the muscular tube of the intestine to start to squeeze out. Ezio held his hand onto the guard's shoulder, stopping him from falling off the roof. He placed his sword back in the scabbard and picked the guard up in both his arms, waddling along the roof with the limp body in his arms.

He positioned himself above the street. Quickly, he threw the guard down onto the street, his intestines now fully out of the guard's body. "Who did this?" the guards shouted. "Show yourself!" Ezio smirked as his plan had worked. He was able to get passed the guards and quickly dart between the houses. Then there it was.

Ezio looked around. To the left of the plaza there was a stall with various weapons stored on it. The middle contained a fountain surrounded by a few benches. And two his right was a man. A man that showed up to Ezio as a golden colour. This was his man. Ezio walked up to the man in silence, using his blade to peirce up into the man's back. The man let out a shocked breath as the knife peirced into him. He fell to the floor, Ezio knelt next to him.

"Why did you do it?" Ezio glared.

"To protect the people I loved. You would do the same. You have done the same."

"How was sending guards after Leonardo to protect the ones you love?"

"I love myself. It was to protect myself. From the Creed. You need him. You forget, assassino, that I knew you were going to be here to kill me. And who is there to protect your precious genius? He is alone Ezio," the man smikred. "He will die alone."

"You bastardo!" The man laughed befor coughing up blood violently, his eyes rolling back as his soul had left his body. Ezio stood up with a growl "Resquiescat in pace."

The assassin bent his legs at the knees in a defensive position as guards started to crowd aroud him. He quickly darted to the right, clambering messily to the roof of a building, whistling for his horse as he ran along the roof. The tiles clicked underneath his feet, showing the horse where he is. Nearing the city gate, Ezio leaped off the roof and onto the horse's back, kicking his sides and clicking his tongue, making the horse speed into a gallop out of the city.

"Please be okay, Leonardo."