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Kink Meme - Assassin's Creed [Fills]
We're about to reach the posting limit on pt.1&2, this is for those who wish to continue/write on prompts on both these parts.
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Adopted
(Anonymous) 2011-06-12 06:40 am (UTC)(link)Here's the Prompt:
http://forkinsocket.livejournal.com/19704.html?thread=3924216#t3924216
Adopted 10/??
(Anonymous) 2011-06-12 06:46 am (UTC)(link)He shied away from those dreams, not wanting to see those that were most important to him falling to their death, with him unable to prevent it. The dreams twisted to him losing everyone he cared about, and he was unable to remember which was the nightmare and which was the truth.
He began to lock down everything, running from both dream and memory, taking refuge in the darkness. Nothing could hurt him there, and he didn’t want to risk leaving the safety of that darkness for anything.
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Leonardo stared down at Ezio. The assassin was awake, lying still on the tiny bed, but not looking at anything. Those golden eyes were unfocused, and the artist feared that his friend would never fully wake up anymore. Alcina was under the table, twining herself around his ankles and giving him frustrated noises and looks. He’d kept taking her off the workbench, as she’d merely made a nuisance of herself and got in the way as he changed Ezio’s bandages.
The last few days had been touch and go. Leonardo had cleaned the wounds as best he could, stitching them up with the finest thread he could lay his hands on, and bound them to prevent more infection. Ezio had whimpered through the treatment, fever growing so high that Leonardo feared the worst. But after managing to get water and some broth into the injured assassin, Ezio had begun to recover. The fever eventually broke, and that was one worry gone.
Alcina had made use of that the time while he fussed over Ezio to relocate her kittens again. Leonardo despaired at ever being the sole owner of his workshop again. On the first night, the artist had woken up to a kitten staring at him, perched on his chest. He’d almost knocked the poor thing off of the bed as he sat up. He’d been forced to make them a bed, taking the feathers from the basket Ezio had fallen asleep in days previously, and made a pillow with scrap cloth. He reused the large basket and placed it in a corner of the workshop. Alcina then took it from there and firmly placed her kittens inside the bed, though they crawled right back out once she left them.
Alcina was obviously intending to keep her litter here if she couldn’t take Ezio away. Leonardo wondered if he could live up to the trust the cat had with him. Clearly she wanted him to heal her adopted “kitten,” but now, with Ezio not truly there, Leonardo wondered what he could do. The artist buried his face in his hands, struggling to regain control. His friend was still hurt, and he could only hope that with the body healing, so would the mind.
A thump reverberated through the table, and he dropped his hands to see Alcina climbing up onto the cluttered surface. The inventor made to grab her again, but she hissed at him, swiftly picking her way through the mess of medicine and gauze. Leonardo reached for her again, worried that the cat would do something to hurt Ezio accidentally. The cat gave him disgusted look, as if she could hear the thoughts babbling through his head, and curled herself protectively around the bed and Ezio. Leonardo watched as she began to purr, settling her head close to the tiny assassin.
“Ah. You just want to make sure he’s fine, don’t you?” Leonardo murmured, reaching a hand out and gently petting the overprotective calico’s head. “Forgive me, little one. I know you’re as worried as I am.”
Alcina merely gave him another glare, and swept her tongue across Ezio’s ear.
Adopted 11/??
(Anonymous) 2011-06-12 06:47 am (UTC)(link)“I suppose I should name you, too.”
The kitten merely twitched an ear before raising her head and yawning. She stared at him with her golden eyes before carefully standing and picking her way daintily to the pillow. The kitten snuggled down by his neck, high pitched purring thrumming against his skin. Leonardo sighed, glancing over to the table he’d placed by his bed. He’d taken to moving Ezio in here with him at night, so he could keep a better eye on the assassin’s condition.
The tiny bed was empty.
Leonardo jerked upright, kitten hissing a startled protest at her main source of warmth leaving. Leonardo immediately dropped to his knees looking underneath the table and bed, worried that Ezio had rolled off in his sleep, or even worse, finally woken up and had climbed down stubbornly.
His search was turning up nothing, and found the kitten was watching him from over the edge of the bed as he sat up, her tail lashing from side to side. Leonardo rushed out into his workshop, not registering the failed pounce or the other mewed complaint, and nearly ran over to the basket where the cats were. Alcina was there, still curled protectively around her litter, fast asleep. No Ezio.
He could hear tiny mewing behind him. Leonardo turned, seeing a tiny spotted tail disappear behind the stacked canvases by the wall, all thankfully blank. He quickly walked over, blank or not, he didn’t want that kitten to knock them over and possibly hurt herself. As the artist drew near, the mewing grew in volume. There was something else, a strange sound filtering through the kitten’s noise, and Leonardo began carefully leafing through the canvases. Finally he located the calico, and stared at what she’d apparently pounced on.
Ezio was there, hair mussed and dusty...and struggling in the kitten’s grasp. She looked up at Leonardo’s dumfounded expression, and mewed proudly at him. Ezio continued to squirm as the artist set aside the canvases, kneeling next to the two. He reached a hand out, intending on pulling them apart, but froze at the strangled sound Ezio made. The tiny assassin managed to pull free of the kitten, scrambling back from Leonardo, eyes wide and panicked.
Something wrenched in Leonardo’s chest, not seeing any recognition in his friend’s golden eyes. Ezio had scooted back as far as he was able, huddled in the corner made up by the wall and canvas. His movements were stiff, the bandages on his leg and shoulder hindering the assassin. The small dark ears were flattened tightly back against Ezio’s hair, tail tucked in between his legs as he still tried to shift further back.
“Ezio? Ezio, it’s alright.”
Ezio merely whimpered, eyes shutting tight as Leonardo carefully lifted the assassin. The tiny body in his hands trembled, breathing fast and hard with fear.
Adopted 12a/??
(Anonymous) 2011-06-12 06:54 am (UTC)(link)He was currently buried underneath soft cloth, not wanting to see the towering being hovering above him. He could hear mewing, and something batted the fabric away from his head. He flinched, but looked up anyway, eyeing the patchwork creature that stared at him. She was the reason that the large golden being had found him, and he growled at her, eyes narrowing. She merely batted at his head again.
It had been a lot of work getting down from that high spot, then more while he tried to keep hidden from the stomping being that had clearly been looking for him. He only wanted to find that comforting warmth that was the only memory he could recall. Warmth and a rumbling sound that settled the fear. The multicolored creature was similar, but far too small. She settled a paw between his ears, her higher thrumming similar to that memory, and it settled him a bit.
Didn’t mean he forgave her for revealing him.
Something large settled on him, and he gave a yelp, struggling as he was picked up. He fought in the grasp, fear pumping through him, ignoring the pain in his limbs. Finally, he twisted and sank his teeth into pale flesh, satisfaction surging as he heard a sharp, startled cry. Unfortunately, the hold on him didn’t loosen, and he found himself glaring into sad, blue eyes.
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Leonardo winced at the sharp pain from Ezio sinking his teeth into his finger. He carefully cradled the small assassin in his palm, managing to not jerk his other hand away from those sharp teeth. He frowned through the pain. He couldn’t remember Ezio’s incisors being altered as well. Only the change had been in his ears and the addition of a tail. The worry began to grow even further, and he hoped this didn’t mean that his friend would continue to shift until there was nothing human left.
Ezio merely glared at him, teeth sinking harder into his finger. Blood welled up, and Leonardo wondered how he was going to get the assassin to let go without hurting him. A loud meow echoed up from under the table, and the artist felt Alcina climb into his lap. He winced as her claws scratched at his bare leg before she managed to grab hold of his loose nightshirt. He dimly thought that he really should have dressed properly, rather than just sitting here in his workshop in his nightclothes. But there hadn’t been any time to spare. Ezio would more than likely have run and hidden himself again once his back was turned.
Alcina’s head lifted above the edge of the table, leaning two paws against it and brining her head level with the tiny assassin. She gave another meow at Ezio. The assassin jumped, teeth releasing from Leonardo’s finger. Ezio stared at the calico, golden eyes wide. Alcina jumped fully onto the table, Ezio’s gaze never leaving the cat as she circled around Leonardo’s hands.
Adopted 12b/??
(Anonymous) 2011-06-12 06:55 am (UTC)(link)The artist sagged back into the chair, head tipping back as he pressed the palms of his hands into his eyes. The tears threatened to slip free, but he held them back. Having a breakdown was not going to help him or Ezio. His friend wasn’t reacting like he normally would, joking and trying to downplay how injured he was. Ezio hadn’t said a word since he’d picked him up from the floor and placed him on the table, and then how the assassin had reacted when he’d been picked up again. Just like any feral animal would when they were frightened and cornered.
“What is happening to you, Ezio?” the artist whispered, his mind already coming up with various theories.
Something plopped into his lap, and Leonardo looked down to see the calico kitten staring up at him, paws kneading into his stomach. She mewed at him, and he settled a shaky hand on her head. He glanced up to see Ezio slack against Alcina in sleep. The mother cat purred and settled around the assassin even more. She gave the artist what he could only take as a satisfied expression. Clearly, she considered the fact that Ezio was moving a clear success.
He carefully picked up the kitten, standing shakily. Leonardo allowed the small creature to climb up to his shoulder as he retreated back to his room. The kitten purred in his ear as she rubbed against his cheek. The artist managed a weak smile, gently rubbing a finger between the calico’s ears. Leonardo deposited the kitten back on his pillow before turning and rifling through his clothes. He needed to dress and eat something before tackling this new problem.
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This isn't getting any closer to a resolution, and I'm half afraid of what y'all are gonna think of what I did to Ezio. *cowers* It wouldn't leave me alone! And my muse!Ezio is glaring at me. T_T I think I know how he's gonna change back though. That's a plus.
I will name the kitten. I've already got one picked, but feel free to send me some ideas! (If you do, Italian only (obviously), and add in a meaning of the name.) Your name might be better than mine!
Re: Adopted 12b/??
(Anonymous) 2011-06-20 06:30 am (UTC)(link)Adopted 13a/??
(Anonymous) 2011-07-03 07:41 am (UTC)(link)Alcina at least was not attempting to keep Ezio away. She even started plopping the poor assassin into his lap like she would the calico kitten. It would have been amusing, if his friend was himself. Leonardo turned to stare at the kittens wandering around, Alcina stalking among them and keeping most of their antics down to a manageable level. Ezio sat on her back, hands fisted in her fur as he stared around in wide eyed curiosity.
The assassin’s head turned, and gold eyes locked with his for a brief moment. Ezio’s eyebrows wrinkled, but the expression didn’t transform into the full scowl that Leonardo had been receiving of late. The artist wondered at the change. Maybe Ezio was getting used to him again?
“Well, this isn’t getting me anywhere,” Leonardo sighed, running a hand through his hair. He jumped when his stomach gave a loud growl, and a glance at the window showed that he’d used up much of the morning and afternoon without taking a break to eat.
Shaking his head, Leonardo stood and with kittens now coiling around his ankles, went to get food for them all. He quickly filled two bowls of food for the cats, setting one down near his workbench. Leonardo watched with amusement as the kittens nearly fell over themselves to get to it. Alcina received the other bowl, and Leonardo pulled the gloves from his belt and slid them on. He carefully lifted Ezio from Alcina’s back, ignoring the yowl of protest and the attempted bite.
Re: Adopted 13b/??
(Anonymous) 2011-07-03 07:42 am (UTC)(link)Ezio stared at the bread, eyes flicking back and forth between him and the offered food. His hand stretched out, hesitant and almost trembling, and the bread was snatched out of Leonardo’s fingers. Leonardo smiled again, as the bread disappeared quickly, Ezio licking his lips. The tiny man’s eyes flicked up to him, eyebrows scrunching again, and the artist could feel the body in his hand settle slightly. Leonardo offered another piece of bread and that too was snatched free of his hand.
The process continued, and Leonardo could feel the tenseness in Ezio slowly ease. He carefully loosened his hold on the assassin. Ezio gave him a startled look, halfway through a piece of tomato, and squirmed in place. Leonardo slowly lifted his hand away, ready to catch the assassin if he decided to bolt again. But Ezio merely settled back down, making what could only be classified as a happy purr as he was released.
Leonardo’s smile faltered a bit. Throughout the last three days, Ezio had not spoken a word, not even uttering a curse at being handled during the artist’s attempts to change him back with the Apple. He reached up carefully with his still gloved hand and carefully began to run one of his fingers along Ezio’s ear. It earned him a twitch and a ducking of that dark head, as well as a suspicious look. He kept his hand still, not moving until the assassin grew accustomed to the hovering hand. Ezio slowly straightened, eyeing Leonardo warily.
Running a finger along the tiny ear again, Leonardo smiled as this time Ezio didn’t move. In fact, he sat there as still as he could, and when Leonardo began to rub gently against the ear, the assassin's eyes slid shut. Leonardo increased the pressure slowly, and Ezio began to arch into the touch, purring once more.
Adopted 14/??
(Anonymous) 2011-07-03 07:46 am (UTC)(link)He wondered why the large thing had to hold him so much. He didn’t understand, and there was a part of him that wanted to. He felt lonely, while the other furry creature was comforting and safe, he couldn’t understand it. The little one was the same, and he barely tolerated the other ones. The two nearly identical creatures, with their patchwork fur, were the only ones he wanted to be around and he couldn’t talk with them. He could make the same noises, and could produce the same rumble deep in his throat, but...
But it wasn’t the same. He wasn’t the same, not like he’d thought. He thought he was like them, and for a while he’d been happy. But the last time that the large being had held him with that strange gold thing, he’d saw something reflected on it. And it looked like him...maybe was him? It felt like that was right, that he’d been looking at himself on the round surface. How he knew, he wasn’t certain, but it had made him think. The strange golden orb was sitting next to him, and he couldn’t help but turn to look again at his reflection.
He didn’t look like the little creatures, the mini versions of the larger one that purred at him. But he looked like the large being...at least somewhat. That one didn’t have the ears or tail, and there was definitely a size difference, but he looked much closer to that large one nonetheless. Maybe he would eventually get bigger? Would that mean he would get bigger and his ears and tail would go away? That thought was unsettling.
He gently laid a hand on the shiny surface of the orb, and jumped as light seemed to flicker through it. He couldn’t look away from the strange light, and could hear the muttering behind him immediately stop. He made to pull away, but found that he no longer could move. Fear began to curl in him. He didn’t like this, why couldn’t he move? A whine strangled out.
“What? Why--!”
The light flashed, and he would have jerked away if he’d been able to move. There was a startled shout behind him and the strange gold orb flickered again, the only warning before another flash of light blinded him. His body felt tight, and there was a roaring in his ears before everything went dark.
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Leonardo stared at the limp form lying across his table. A part of him wanted to snatch up the Apple, study it, shake it, try to understand what it was that had happened differently that caused the change. But Ezio was sprawled across the table, and Leonardo needed to help him first.
“Oh, Ezio,” the blonde whispered, carefully settling his hands on his friend and gently rolling the limp body over. The Apple worked wonders, but Leonardo couldn’t help but wonder why it only had taken the change to this point. Ezio was bigger, yes, but his size was now correctly proportioned to that of a five or six year old, and the ears and tail were still present. Leonardo gently smoothed back the dark hair away from his friend’s face, watching as eyelids fluttered and slowly cracked open.
“Ezio? Ezio, can you hear me?” He hoped that with the change, also came awareness. Those gold eyes stared blankly up at him, and Leonardo began to worry more. “Ezio, please, tell me you can hear me. Tell me that you know me.”
Ezio blinked, finally focusing on the artist before jerking away with a cry. The assassin whined, scrambling away, and Leonardo desperately grabbed at him before Ezio would go over the edge of the table. He missed.
Ezio landed hard on the other side, and Leonardo could hear the kittens in the room scatter as the assassin whimpered and cried in pain. The artist found himself kneeling at Ezio’s side, gently scooping up the small body into his arms. The now-turned-child assassin clutched at his arms, burying his face into the material of Leonardo’s doublet.
“...Ezio?”
All he got was a whimpered mewl in response.
Re: Adopted 14/??
(Anonymous) 2011-07-04 12:44 am (UTC)(link)OP: Adopted 14/??
(Anonymous) 2011-07-04 01:55 am (UTC)(link)Re: Adopted 14/??
(Anonymous) 2011-07-26 06:02 pm (UTC)(link)Please write more tiny Ezio. ;-;
Re: Adopted 14/??
(Anonymous) 2011-08-20 04:27 am (UTC)(link)Adopted 15/??
(Anonymous) 2011-08-21 12:37 pm (UTC)(link)~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~
“Ezio! Ezio, please come down!”
The large being – actually it wasn’t as large now as it had been earlier – was pacing below him, clearly agitated. He didn’t pay much attention to it though. Now that he was bigger, he found that he could get up much higher than when the large being picked him up. It was a wonderful feeling to be so high up, and here were so many things to climb on. Really, if the large being didn’t want him to climb, why did he have so many interesting things up here?
A mewling erupted from the cloth that the large being had put on him. He pawed at it and a kitten’s head popped up out of the top opening. He frowned briefly, ears flattening back. Kitten? Where did that come from? Was that what the little creature was called? It felt right. He shrugged, and turned his attention to the kitten now climbing onto his shoulders. She mewing curiously at the new surroundings, pawing at the wood and cloth around them. The light filtering in through the thin cloth made everything have a strange yellowish hue. He lifted the kitten from his shoulders and cuddled her to his chest. She purred at him and nuzzled under his chin.
“Ezio—!” He glanced down at the large being, wondering why it kept making the same noise over and over. The golden being had stopped its frantic circling, and was standing there with its arms crossed. Blue, irritated eyes were boring into him, and he felt something twist inside. He didn’t like that feeling. He murmured to the kitten, gently rubbing his head against hers.
When he looked down from his perch, the large being was gone. A startled whine escaped, ears pressed so flat that they were nearly invisible against his head, and he felt the unsettling sensation of panic take over. Where did he go? He...he was always close by, blue eyes watching him carefully whenever he did something. The whine grew in volume and he tightened his hold on the kitten. She hissed in protest, now squirming in his arms.
He mewed back in apology, and carefully placed the kitten back into the cloth he wore. A leg swung out, and slowly he climbed down, wincing as the kitten dug her claws into skin. He ignored it, only wanting to get back to the floor. He wanted to find him, absolutely needing to reassure himself that the other hadn’t completely left. He didn’t want to be alone...
Finally he’d made it to the floor, and the kitten, tired of being carried in the stuffy cloth, squirmed up and and back onto his shoulder. He once again pulled her down and cuddled her to his chest as he began searching the room. The larger kitten – no, that wasn’t right....cat? The cat curled around his ankles, and he bent down to also scoop her up. She purred at him, half pulling herself up to rest her forepaws on his shoulder.
He found the large being at one of the tables, scribbling things down in one of those strange blank, bound things. One hand practically flew over the inside of the thing, spidery marks and patterns flowing onto the surface, while the other was resting almost absentmindedly on that gold orb. A growl escaped. He didn’t like that thing. It made his head hurt, and didn’t want his large being to be touching it.
A hand reached out and grasped onto the cloth that covered the other, and he tugged on it. Nothing, not even a twitch away from that orb. He tried again, tugging more forcefully, nearly spilling the kitten onto the floor. Again, nothing. Why was he ignoring him now? Did he do something wrong? Was it because he climbed up there and didn’t come down when he was called?
“Hnnnnn~!”
He let go now, dropping the cat and kitten onto the floor. He turned and sprinted to the next room, burying himself into the pile of soft pillows and blankets that made up the nest he’d built in the corner.
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Adopted 15b/??
(Anonymous) 2011-08-21 12:39 pm (UTC)(link)He slowly stood, stretching out of the hunched position he’d acquired while writing in his journal. Leonardo had finally managed to get a reaction out of the Apple, the orb flickering lightly in his hand. And while the Apple had begun to show him strange images and impossible things, things that Leonardo couldn’t help but want to record what he could in his journal, there was nothing that even related to fixing Ezio.
The artist shook his head and headed into the bedroom, knowing that he’d been too caught up in what the Apple had been showing him to register Ezio trying to get his attention. The boy was nearly always underfoot, and he felt slightly guilty for ignoring him the way he had. The room was messy, more so than usual. The bed had been stripped of its covers and pillows, the items in question shoved into the far corner by the window. A dark tail was twitching lightly from underneath one of the blankets, the only part of Ezio that Leonardo could see. He wondered when the assassin had the time to drag everything over, having been in the workshop for most of the day. Leonardo shrugged and quickly crossed the room to kneel by the nest.
Adopted 15c/??
(Anonymous) 2011-08-21 12:40 pm (UTC)(link)“What’s the matter, Ezio?” Leonardo asked, hoping his voice would coax the assassin out from hiding. He carefully tugged on the pillow again and could hear something strangled out from Ezio, a strange muffled noise against cloth. “Ezio, please, let me see you. Did you hurt yourself? Is that it?”
“Hnnn...”
“Ezio,” Leonardo nearly bit out, frustration at the entire situation winding his nerves even tighter. He let out an explosive sigh, and could feel the small body twitch. The brief tug of war had scooted Ezio further up in his “nest,” dark head peeping out from under the pillow, ears twitching and swiveling briefly before pressing down flat against his head. Golden eyes peeked out at Leonardo, and the irritation bled right out of him. Those eyes were puffy and red – Ezio had been crying. The assassin twitched, breath hitching and hiccuping as he obviously tried to calm down.
“Why have you been crying, my friend?” Leonardo kept his voice low, hoping to help calm Ezio down. While the boy still didn’t seem to understand him, Leonardo had found that the sound of his voice was usually enough to do the trick. He reached out to lay his hand between those dark ears, but Ezio jerked back. The child-assassin scooted further into the corner and buried his face back into the pillow, trembling. Leonardo froze like that for a brief moment before settling his hand on Ezio’s head, carefully petting the ears and smoothing the tangled hair back.
“It’s alright. Shh...shhhh....”
“....ssrr’y...”
It was such a quiet sound that at first Leonardo thought it to be nothing more than whimpers. But as the sound grew in volume, Leonardo couldn’t help but stare at Ezio as the boy rocked back and forth.
“...sr’y—srry! So—rrryyy, soory!”
“Ezio--”
“Sorry, sorry-sorry-sorry--!”
Over and over, Ezio was apologizing and Leonardo quickly picked him up, pillow and all. He hugged his friend as the mantra of “sorry” spilled from Ezio’s lips. Leonardo slowly rocked the bundle in his arms, pressing his face into the top of that dark head, murmuring comforting words into the hair, hoping the motions would help soothe whatever had caused the panicked reaction.
Finally Ezio calmed, and Leonardo pulled back, carefully coaxing the small form to look up at him. Those gold eyes were even more swollen and red, and Ezio blinked dazedly at him. The small body was twitching with every hitched breath, and Leonardo could see the exhaustion from the panic and crying begin to catch up with the boy.
“Ezio, do you understand me?” He had to ask, had to know if finally, finally his friend was recovering. Perhaps the effects of the Apple would simply wear off on their own? Leonardo could only hope that this would be the case.
“Ez–ez...zio?” Ezio mumbled, eyes drooping even further down. The questioning lilt to the name made Leonardo tighten his hold, but he nodded anyway.
“That’s right. Ezio. That’s your name.”
“Ez-io. Im’m Ezio.” The dark head sagged down even further. “S-sorry...’eo. Lrn-do...”
The ache that settled in his chest was a familiar one, but unlike the last several days, hope was also blooming there. Leonardo settled back into the corner he’d picked Ezio up out of, content to simply sit there while Ezio fell asleep. Things finally were beginning to turn towards the better.
Adopted 16a/??
(Anonymous) 2011-08-21 12:43 pm (UTC)(link)~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~
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 16b/??
(Anonymous) 2011-08-21 12:44 pm (UTC)(link)“I know you don’t like to, but I’d like to try something with the Apple again,” Leonardo started, smiling slightly at the grimace the child-assassin gave him. He quickly walked to the corner where he had hidden the Piece of Eden, and with a bit of rearranging, pulled the artifact from its place among his supplies. Leonardo had covered it with a soft rag, and he couldn’t help but wonder what its creators would have thought about him hiding it the way he was. It was a tool, a very powerful tool, and keeping it hidden among his paint supplies and covered by a stained rag seemed wrong somehow.
“Do we have to? It makes my head itch.”
The Apple glittered in the light and Leonardo set it down on the table next to the pouting boy. Ezio’s ears were flat against his head, and the tail lashed behind him, scattering the few papers that were on the table. Alcina was now curled in the boy’s lap, and Leonardo wondered briefly if she still considered Ezio to be her kitten. The young brunette was petting her nervously, and Leonardo pulled up a chair to the workbench.
“Ezio,” Leonardo began, picking up the Apple and holding it between them, catching those golden eyes with his own blue ones. “This is the reason that you’re like this. I’ve been studying it, and I hope to use it to change you back. I know you’re tired of it, and I know that it makes you uncomfortable, but it is necessary. Please, it will only be a little longer, then you can be back to normal.”
Ezio’s gaze flickered to the Apple he held and back up, eyebrows scrunched in thought. The boy was silent for a few moments more, frowning as he pulled Alcina to his chest.
“It’ll change me back?”
“That’s what I hope, Ezio.”
The frown deepened, but Ezio stretched a hand out to the Apple and laid his hand it. The Piece of Eden flickered briefly, before going dark again. Leonardo sighed; this was the usual reaction out of the Apple whenever Ezio happened to touch it. It was frustrating that the Piece of Eden was willing to show him those strange images, but the moment Ezio came into the picture, it was a pretty golden ball that occasionally would light up.
“What are we supposed to do?” Ezio sighed and scowled at the orb, the expression that was always intimidating on the adult form nearly cute on the young one. Leonardo sighed as he contemplated the boy, and watched as Ezio pulled Alcina up to cuddle deeper into his one arm.
Alcina mewed and squirmed out of Ezio’s hold, her own eyes intent on the golden orb they still held between them. She leaned forward slowly and before Leonardo could draw the Apple away, the mother cat lifted a paw and batted at the Piece of Eden. Both Ezio and Leonardo jerked as light filled the workshop, blinding the two. Leonardo could hear a strange, loud whine in his ears, could dimly hear Ezio shouting through it, before everything went dark. The Apple hit the table with a crack.
Adopted 17a/??
(Anonymous) 2011-08-21 12:46 pm (UTC)(link)Her kitten was even bigger now, and she felt a surge of pride over that fact. She’d been wrong, and clearly staying with the not-cat had been the best decision she could have made. Her kitten was glaring at her, gold eyes sparking with anger and ears laid back against the long, dark head-fur he had.
“Damn it, cat! I don’t know how Leonardo ever tolerated you....”
She sniffed, not impressed with his little tantrum. Her kitten continued to scowl as he moved around the shelf and over to the wall. Her kitten’s head poked up above the shelf, gripping both the wall and the shelf to give himself leverage to climb up. She gave him an irritated huff as now she’d have to move from her comfortable nest. She caught the tiny creature that was nestled between her paws by the strange cloth it wore, and carefully wove her way through the boxes and stacked baskets to the other end of the shelves.
“Hey! Get back here, Alcina!”
She continued to ignore him as she carefully gauged the distance from the top of the shelf to the floor, the tiny creature swinging gently in her hold. She leapt down, and heard her kitten make a strangled noise and heard him land lightly on his feet. Before she could whisk to a spot where her kitten could reach her, felt the ground drop from underneath her feet.
“Gotcha!”
She squirmed in her kitten’s hold, his firm grip on the scruff on her neck was almost uncomfortable. He carefully pried the tiny creature from her hold, and now that her mouth was free she yowled her displeasure at him.
“Oh, stop that. I’m not hurting you.”
She found herself placed back into the nest the not-cat had made for her, kittens mewing around her and twining about her large kitten’s legs. She met his golden eyed glare with her own, and firmly turned her back on him. She was happy that he was better, but sometimes he could be so stubborn. She only wanted to help the not-cat now that he was a kitten too.
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The cat was pouting. She had turned around in the bed and was clearly ignoring him now, kittens climbing and pouncing overtop of her. Ezio sighed and ran a hand through his hair, scratching behind one of his ears. He felt a little guilty, but then, he couldn’t take the chance that Alcina would run off like she had with him. The tiny form in his hand twitched and moaned slightly. Ezio jumped and quickly moved to the table, pulling a chair close and carefully setting down his charge.
Ezio sighed as he sank into one of the plush chairs by the table, rolling his head in an attempt at alleviating the crick in his neck. He’d woken up to find himself sprawled across the table, head hung awkwardly over one edge and one numb arm flung over the other. Ezio dimly remembered talking with Leonardo, and something that had to do with the Apple, but nothing really before that. His last clear memory was of being pinned down by something much bigger than he was, then pain.
Adopted 17b/??
(Anonymous) 2011-08-21 12:52 pm (UTC)(link)After assessing himself, Ezio had looked around for Leonardo, finally registering that the artist was nowhere to be seen. Which had been worrying, until he noticed something sprawled across the chair. Ezio remembered staring at the now tiny form of his friend, too stunned to really comprehend how changed Leonardo had become. Then Alcina had hopped onto the chair and darted off with the limp artist, resulting in a nearly catastrophic chase around the workshop. She’d taken refuge up on one of the shelves in the corner, and luckily Ezio had managed to catch her before she really could flee. Now said artist was slowly coming to, and Ezio didn’t know exactly how to fix it. He didn’t really know how Leonardo had managed to even get him to this state.
The artist groaned, rolling over onto his side before blinking blearily up at Ezio. Ezio managed a halfhearted smile at Leonardo, internally panicking over how they were going to deal with this new state of affairs. Leonardo frowned as he pushed himself up, running a hand through his blonde hair. The artist froze as his hands encountered his own changed ears.
“W-what in the world...?” Leonardo sat back hard, eyes wide and then flinched as he sat down on his own tail. “Oof! Oh, this is very strange...”
“Leonardo...?” Ezio managed, fidgeting as Leonardo slowly took in what happened to him, briefly staring up at Ezio with wide eyes, before returning to slowly assess the changes. Leonardo appeared to be more like a dog than a cat, unlike Ezio. His ears were fluffy flopped down into his hair, blending nearly perfectly into the blonde strands. His tail, also quite fluffy, was slowly beginning to wag as the artist truly began to wake up and realized what had happened.
“Ah, how interesting! The Apple must have changed me as well!” That was not the panicked tone Ezio had been expecting, but then Leonardo hardly ever seemed to react to things the way Ezio expected. The assassin remembered nearly having a breakdown when he’d realized what had happened, a combination of rage and panic that had gripped him for nearly an hour before he had started for the workshop.
“And you seem to have been aged up as well, Ezio. But I seem to be different than you, and I wonder why?”
Ezio wondered if this was Leonardo’s normal ramblings or if it was shock talking. But considering the look in those sharp blue eyes and how fast that tail was wagging, Ezio was certain it wasn't the latter.
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Re: Adopted 17b/??
(Anonymous) 2011-09-11 03:35 am (UTC)(link)