Ezio sighed as he sat on the bed, glaring at the closed door of the bedroom as he kicked his feet in irritation. Leonardo had locked him inside and he was bored. People had come, and the artist had rushed to hide him in the room. He could hear the titter of high pitched voices, combined with the deeper, familiar tone of his Leonardo. He wanted to be out there, out of the building in fact, and a low growl rumbled out of him. There was nothing he could do though. The windows had been bolted closed and the door of the bedroom was also bolted from the other side, and nothing Ezio did would make it budge. Not even a rattle.
The tiny calico kitten curled up on his lap was purring. Ezio sighed down at her.
“Leonardo’s mean,” he stated grumpily at the tiny thing. “I wanna go outside. Momma would’ve let me go outside. We always go for walks around now.”
There were large gaps in his memory, but Leonardo had promised him that he’d remember everything eventually. He didn’t like not remembering things, and he wondered why his family had left him here. Momma, Pappa and Federico had to have left him here because something happened and now he had these weird ears and tail. At least that’s what he thought – Ezio couldn’t quite remember how he’d gotten here at Leonardo’s. The last thing he could remember was promising Momma and Pappa that’d he’d help Federico keep their new baby brother safe. But every time he thought about Pappa and Federico – even baby Petruccio – he felt like he wanted to cry. But he needed to be strong, because Federico had told him that boys had to be strong and not afraid of anything. He had to be because he now had two little siblings to look after.
“Leonardo says that I have to stay here, though,” Ezio whispered, now hugging the kitten to his chest. “I think it’s because Leonardo is gonna help me. He’s really smart, and I think he’s gonna make me better. That way I can go home, and then I can help Momma, Pappa, and Federico with Claudia and Petruccio. What do you think?”
The kitten mewed at him, before squirming out of his arms. She daintily walked up the bed to the pillow and settled down for a nap. Ezio stuck his tongue out at her. She wasn’t any help. The door creaked as it opened, and Ezio jumped.
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Leonardo smiled as Ezio’s head whirled around to lock on him, eyes wide. The boy gave a happy yip and leapt off the bed into his arms. The tail was swaying happily behind him, and the ears were perked high on that dark head. He hadn’t meant to keep Ezio locked in the room for so long, but he’d been neglecting his work, and one of his clients had come in with the intent to either renegotiate their commission, or to completely cancel it. It had taken longer than he’d expected, but Leonardo had managed to calm the woman down. A new deadline had been set and hopefully he’d be either able to finish it before then, or manage to turn Ezio back to normal so his time wouldn’t be split.
It didn’t help that his friend had been providing him with whole ideas for completely different pieces of art, if somewhat unintentionally. Leonardo had whole sketchbooks that he kept hidden that were of his friend before his change, and now another one was being filled of this strange hybrid form Ezio was stuck in. The first half had been of when Ezio was still tiny, and now the boy was taking up the other. Ezio was especially endearing to sketch when he was sleeping.
Leonardo chucked as Ezio attempted to climb up his body. How in the world had his family dealt with bundle of energy? Though, if Ezio was this energetic, his brother Federico probably had been as well. But the thought of Ezio’s family made him pause. Ezio couldn’t remember anything past the years he was currently stuck at. In his mind, his parents and siblings were safe and waiting for him to return home. It was an unsettling thought, and Leonardo dreaded the moment Ezio’s memories would resurface.
“Leonardo, can we go outside?” Ezio’s question pulled Leonardo from his thoughts. He sighed internally, and knelt down at Ezio’s level. Those golden eyes were wide and pleading, and the artist wished he could allow it.
Adopted 16a/??
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Ezio sighed as he sat on the bed, glaring at the closed door of the bedroom as he kicked his feet in irritation. Leonardo had locked him inside and he was bored. People had come, and the artist had rushed to hide him in the room. He could hear the titter of high pitched voices, combined with the deeper, familiar tone of his Leonardo. He wanted to be out there, out of the building in fact, and a low growl rumbled out of him. There was nothing he could do though. The windows had been bolted closed and the door of the bedroom was also bolted from the other side, and nothing Ezio did would make it budge. Not even a rattle.
The tiny calico kitten curled up on his lap was purring. Ezio sighed down at her.
“Leonardo’s mean,” he stated grumpily at the tiny thing. “I wanna go outside. Momma would’ve let me go outside. We always go for walks around now.”
There were large gaps in his memory, but Leonardo had promised him that he’d remember everything eventually. He didn’t like not remembering things, and he wondered why his family had left him here. Momma, Pappa and Federico had to have left him here because something happened and now he had these weird ears and tail. At least that’s what he thought – Ezio couldn’t quite remember how he’d gotten here at Leonardo’s. The last thing he could remember was promising Momma and Pappa that’d he’d help Federico keep their new baby brother safe. But every time he thought about Pappa and Federico – even baby Petruccio – he felt like he wanted to cry. But he needed to be strong, because Federico had told him that boys had to be strong and not afraid of anything. He had to be because he now had two little siblings to look after.
“Leonardo says that I have to stay here, though,” Ezio whispered, now hugging the kitten to his chest. “I think it’s because Leonardo is gonna help me. He’s really smart, and I think he’s gonna make me better. That way I can go home, and then I can help Momma, Pappa, and Federico with Claudia and Petruccio. What do you think?”
The kitten mewed at him, before squirming out of his arms. She daintily walked up the bed to the pillow and settled down for a nap. Ezio stuck his tongue out at her. She wasn’t any help. The door creaked as it opened, and Ezio jumped.
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Leonardo smiled as Ezio’s head whirled around to lock on him, eyes wide. The boy gave a happy yip and leapt off the bed into his arms. The tail was swaying happily behind him, and the ears were perked high on that dark head. He hadn’t meant to keep Ezio locked in the room for so long, but he’d been neglecting his work, and one of his clients had come in with the intent to either renegotiate their commission, or to completely cancel it. It had taken longer than he’d expected, but Leonardo had managed to calm the woman down. A new deadline had been set and hopefully he’d be either able to finish it before then, or manage to turn Ezio back to normal so his time wouldn’t be split.
It didn’t help that his friend had been providing him with whole ideas for completely different pieces of art, if somewhat unintentionally. Leonardo had whole sketchbooks that he kept hidden that were of his friend before his change, and now another one was being filled of this strange hybrid form Ezio was stuck in. The first half had been of when Ezio was still tiny, and now the boy was taking up the other. Ezio was especially endearing to sketch when he was sleeping.
Leonardo chucked as Ezio attempted to climb up his body. How in the world had his family dealt with bundle of energy? Though, if Ezio was this energetic, his brother Federico probably had been as well. But the thought of Ezio’s family made him pause. Ezio couldn’t remember anything past the years he was currently stuck at. In his mind, his parents and siblings were safe and waiting for him to return home. It was an unsettling thought, and Leonardo dreaded the moment Ezio’s memories would resurface.
“Leonardo, can we go outside?” Ezio’s question pulled Leonardo from his thoughts. He sighed internally, and knelt down at Ezio’s level. Those golden eyes were wide and pleading, and the artist wished he could allow it.