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Just kidding, I'll take under a week to redo this chapter instead of next day (fuckthat.jpg). OTL sorry it's late ;; Next part should be up soon. (lol here's hoping)...
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Even assassins, he noted, had their weak moments.

The idea to put the false noose around this... so called “Grand Master” guy’s neck had just been a random idea that his partner, Michaello, had thought up on a whim. At the time, of course, it had sounded so incredibly stupid, but when they saw him tense, heard the subtly intake of air, they knew it struck deep.

That, really, was all he needed. Still, they didn’t understand why that odd man, some Borgia messenger, had been sent to them. Hell if they cared – getting paid a pretty penny for a job like this wasn’t something he was going to complain about.

Glancing outside, Nichols stood up from the card game Michaello, Luccio, and he had been playing. He walked (read: stalked) into the room where the “Grand Master” was sitting, tied up.

Stepping behind him, he grabbed the noose and tugged it, bringing forth a cracked and tired scream. With a smirk, he walked over to a table, picking up the small dagger, running his finger over it observantly.

“How do you fair, assassino?” He asked, taunting and conversational. “Are you willing to answer my question now?”

I will die first. Ezio hissed in his head.

Nichols smirked, walking around him in a predatory circle. He thought of where to cut: perhaps his collar bone? Or his back? Of course it wouldn’t be a deep cut – just something to send a point. When he finally decided to make two small incisions over his collar bones, he stood off to Ezio’s right. He took one step, when he heard something slam from outside.

There were a couple of gasps, which were quickly followed by a different kind of gasp. Not one of surprise, or disgust; no, they were gasps for air. He stared at the door, till all went quiet. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the man's head tilt to the side...

He heard something.
The door slammed opened with a force Nichols couldn’t fathom. His hands became shaky, and he took a step back, staring ahead, utterly horrified.

Two assassins stood there in the grey robes of novices, but blood was splattered across each of their chests. Their cuffs, too, were stained with fresh blood.

“Get. Away. From him. Now.” One spoke, breathing heavily with obvious rage and exertion.

Both of the hooded figures lifted their heads to allow Nichols a look to what was underneath; all he could see was rage. Pure, unpolluted, unadulterated rage.

He didn’t even get a chance to open his mouth before a throwing knife dug itself into his throat. With him gone, the novices hurried to Ezio’s side.

“It’s alright, maestro...” Luciano said softly, untying the blindfold and throwing it to the ground. “We’re here – we will take you home.”

Cirino began cutting the ropes around Ezio’s wrists and ankles. Luciano quickly removed the noose, and, to Ezio’s surprise, he let out a breath he hadn’t been aware of holding in.

His cracked his eyes open, slowly, letting them get used to the light and re-focus. After a minute or two, he was greeted by the relieved, but heavily concerned, faces of his eldest novices. Ezio was too relieved and too tired to care about the pain in his back and legs when they lifted him from the chair. Each put an arm around their shoulder, and carefully walked him outside.

The chilly night air stung at the cuts on the assassin’s back, making him hiss. He did his best to hide the pain in his face by biting his lip. One of them, he wasn’t sure, quickly yanked a blanket out from the saddle bag of one of the horses, wrapping it around Ezio.

Getting him onto the horse was a feat. One of them knelt down, offering his hand and knee for Ezio to use as a step up. The other aided him in the same way, swinging his leg over the saddle. Again, the assassin hissed, biting his lip. His legs – hell, his entire body was sore from lack of use. The muscles on his back cried in agony when he moved, and the blanket they brought had bits of rough fabric fluff that rubbed against them painfully.

(Gonna kill this character limit i swear)

With the two recruits riding very closely, they made the slow journey back to Tiber Island. They were given a few looks, but not many. The moon, whistfully floating high above them, cast it’s ominous light over the hooded novices, shrouded their faces further. Every few moments (read: seconds) they looked to Ezio, making sure he was alright. He leaned forward slightly, holding himself up over the pommel of his saddle by his forearms. By God did this hurt!

Eventually, they stopped at the miniature stable across from the entrance of the hideout. The novices dropped first, herding the horses to a corner, save Ezio’s. Cirino ran inside, shouting for the others to come.

Tired, beaten, and about to just give up and fall over into unconsciousness, Ezio was vaguely aware of the now five sets of hands helping him down, and ushering him to the door. However, when they reached the stairs, Cirino growled, moved in front of Ezio, and hoisted up his legs like a dead man. The others guarded on all sides; since Cirino and Luciano were the biggest, it was easier for them to carry the master themselves.
In his pain-enduced stupor, Ezio could hear the muffled words of someone shouting incredulously.

“What in God’s name! What happened to –”

“Out! We will tend to him!”

“Are you mad, boy? He needs a doctor!”

“We will see to it. Now, go!”

The assassin couldn’t be pressed to care who it was they were shouting at. He was just aware of being carried up more stairs, till, finally, he was laid on his stomach in his own bed.

And, it smelled of a few things.

Leather, metal, the faint waft of soap, but mostly, home.

(captcha: enraged wledoph ... ok it sort of fits??)

I'm so glad I was checking this fill everyday ;u;
Awesome chapter writer-anon! I would love to see more <3

sdghasjdgkh I sighed in relief when the recruits arrived!
And and and their protectiveness, I can't even describe my feelings right now!
Can't wait for more 8D!

OP here, thank you sooo much for this Anon, I just love the h/c and the recruits being so protective of their master, it's just gorgeous. I'm sorry it took me so long to comment, I actually read this on my phone just before heading off to the wilderness with no internet and couldn't get time to post a reply. I love Ezio noticing the smell of his own bed, a lovely detail. And so you know, I would love to read more, but even if there isn't any more, I am so happy that you filled my prompt :D thank you

writer!anon here after only the most hectic week of my life so far lol

There shall be more! I'm not too sure how much more, but I'm going to try and hit every point you asked for (cause hell, I get all girly and mushy when I think about it) before it ends, but I can't imagine this being anymore than 2-3 chapters.

I'm working on the next right now, so it might be up tonight, or tomorrow.

It wasn’t often he dreamed so vividly. Usually his dreams were watery at best; snippets could be recalled, but this, this was more than a dream. Ezio and Frederico were playing in the palazo: a game of hide and seek with a little four year old Claudia. From the bench, Maria vigilantly watched over them while mending something of Giovanni’s. For a while, he just watched in placid bliss at his younger days; when chasing Templars and doing the dirty work of his friends was the least of his problems.
Suddenly, the dream halted. There was a strong sting on his back, jolting Ezio awake from his nostalgia.

“Ow!” He croaked, voice cracking unceremoniously. He tried to move away, but a firm hand gripped his arm, keeping him in place. After a moment, his eyes adjusted, and he could make out Cirino sitting in front of him.

“It is alright, Master Ezio,” Cirino said calmly, holding up a wet rag. “I am only cleaning your wounds. Are you thirsty?”

“Yes...” came the apathetic reply. He couldn’t help but make a face at how horribly his voice sounded.

Cirino turned, and Ezio followed his look to see two novices standing at the door. “Tell the others outside to fetch Luciano; tell him to bring fresh water and something soft for him to eat.”

The novices bowed slightly, one opening the door and relaying the message to the other two novices outside the door. Ezio cocked a brow, looking up to Cirino as he turned back.

“Why are they positioned out there? Didn’t I –” He was cut short, inhaling sharply when he tried to sit himself up on his elbows. Immediately, Cirino’s hands were hovering his sides. As carefully as he could, without touching his back, Cirino helped Ezio roll over, then it up.

“You did send them out, but we caught them before they left,” the recruit explained, lifting Ezio’s arms up and winding bandages around his torso.

“Where are... Leonardo? Niccolo?”

“Somewhere, I presume. No one has been allowed into the hideout, however.”

“What for?”

“We wanted no one to disturb you. You’ve been asleep for a better portion of the day. I would say it’s... oh, around dinner time. Not yet dusk.”

Ezio sat there in silence, contemplating. Cirino finished with the bandages just as Luciano came in with the two novices from outside. Giovanni and Aligiero took positions by the door, standing beside Desideria and Girodano. Cirino picked up the dirty rags and water, taking them out of the room to clean them. Luciano stepped forward, offering Ezio a bowl of broth with vegetables, and semi-cold water.

Damned if it wasn’t the best food he had ever had. But he’d just merit that to the fact he hadn’t had any except stale bread.

“Tell me,” He said, after taking a large drink of water. “Why is no one here? They wouldn’t have disturbed me had I been sleeping.”

“We’re sorry, maestro,” Aligiero spoke up. “We sent them away so that they wouldn’t be subject to possibly seeing you in such a state.”

“This would not be the first time Leonardo, or even my mother and sister, saw me battered.”

“They will return soon,” he offered softly.

Something in that sentence made Ezio pause. Still eating, he cast a glance to the recruits. They’re eyes danced between looking around the Grandmaster’s room and him; they always returned to him, though. He had never seen such genuine concern from them before... Or, he had been to oblivious to notice it.

There was a knock on the door, and the novices flinched, hands dropping to the hilt of their swords. Desirderia was the only one who didn’t, and she cracked the door open. Ezio paused from taking a drink, glancing to the door. Desirderia spoke in low tones, but didn’t seem too thrilled with whomever it was.

“Who is it?”

Aligiero looked over to Ezio. “It’s meserre Leonardo, sir.”

“Then let him in,” Ezio answered, sounding, almost, as if that should have been a given.

The novices hesitated; which they hardly ever did. After sharing contemplative looks with each other, Luciano just nodded, and they opened the door.

Sure enough, Leonardo stood there with an omnipresent smile. He offered them a curt nod, and stepped in, with something in his arm. The novices watched cautiously, never letting their glances deviate from him.

Leonardo took a seat in the chair that Cirino had been using, setting whatever he had wrapped up on his lap, letting out a soft chuckle.

“It is ... unnerving having them stare,” He mumbled, trying to make sure only Ezio heard him.

Ezio looked up to his recruits. “You all have been here since before I woke up – why not go take a break?”

“But, maestro...” Giovanni began, his voice trailing off.

There was a stifled groan. “Fine, then could you please stand outside? I highly doubt Leonardo is going to take advantage of my weakened state.”
None of them seemed too keen on moving, but, after a few moments, they did. The novices stepped out one at a time, with Luciano stepping out as well and closing the door.

Leonardo sighed, offering Ezio a kind smile. “They really do care for you, you know.”

“Oh, trust me, that has become pointedly evident,” Ezio said, a very soft, subtly laugh coating his words. Cautiously, he braced his arms on either side of him and eased himself to sit up more. He winced in pain, and was suddenly aware of Leonardo’s hands hovering near him. “I’m fine, trust me.”

“Are you sure? I was told by Niccolo is was quite bad...”

“Is that who they were yelling at last night?”

“Yes. He’s none to pleased, either. The recruits ushered him out, and sent your sister and mother out as well. They all came to my workshop, where he told us you had been injured.”

The small smile Ezio had vanished instantly. Leonardo immediately picked up on it, and tried to correct himself.

“B-but! Enough of that!” He said cheerfully, holding up his hands and dropping them to unwrap his gift. “I made you some of your favourites – to help you feel better!”

With his best interested face put on, Ezio listened to Leonardo as he described his troubles with making the food, which somehow morphed into how he really needed to finish a couple paintings.

And, like the food and his bed, he couldn't help but be a little more thankful for being able to just sit back, and let Leonardo do all the talking.

I'm so glad you haven't forgotten about this authoranon!

I couldn't help but chuckle to find out that it was Machiavelli the recruits were shouting at. And the recruits, oh god I love them even more ♥

Can't wait to read more!

Yessss more!! Can't believe how lucky I am :D :D :D :D Thank you Anon, I am all mushy right now from Ezio's overprotective loyal little recruits. *is goo*

This is continuing?! YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!
Thank you writer-anon! I'm so happy, I could kiss you right now TuT

He had to have been asleep for some time. Leonardo was gone, and the silver light from the moon drifted in through the window.

Ezio awoke with a strangled scream. He sat up roughly, and could feel his sore back muscles ache in protest. His breathing was laboured and with shaking hands, he cradled his head. He didn’t even care to look to the door that swung open.

“Maestro, what is it?” Aligiero asked worriedly, hovering his master’s side. He looked around the dark room, not seeing anything that would merit a scream like that.

“Just...” Ezio began, his voice extremely weak, “Just a nightmare... is all.”

Aligiero slowly backed up, looking out down the hall. Giovanni stood, staring at him imploringly. He honestly wasn’t surprised to see Cirino and two others peep their heads around the corner, as well.

“He’s fine – just a nightmare.”

Both men eased immediately. Cirino turned and left, and Giovanni maintained his post. Aligiero, however, quietly closed the door before walking back over to Ezio, hesitantly taking a seat on the edge of the bed.

“... Master Ezio?”

Ezio hummed in response, rubbing his pinkie fingers over his eyes tiredly.

“What... what was the, uh,” Aligiero trailed off, debating internally whether or not he was in the position to be asking about it.

“It was... it was something in the past. Something I wish would die with those who caused it,” he whispered in response. His stupid heart was also rather content thrumming away in his chest, vibrating against his stomach and neck.

Aligiero was quiet. Purely out of habit, he twiddled his thumbs in circles, staring at his toes, unsure of what to say. After a few tense moments, he turned his head, ever so slightly, “Do you want to, you know, talk about.. it?”

As soon as he finished, he wanted to recant the words right then and there. Ezio’s eyes snapped open, and locked onto him. In the dark, with only the light of the moon illuminating one half of his face, the stark golden brown that bore into him was down right eerie. They showed no emotion, however; just watched, and waited – as if sizing him up. Needless to say, if Aligiero had a tail and ears, they’d be in-between his legs and nailed to his head.

“I keep reliving their deaths,” Ezio finally sighed, dropping his gaze to the sheets below.

For another moment, it was quiet. To be honest, Aligiero had no clue who Ezio was talking about. His captor’s deaths? The Pazzi? The Barbagio? The Borgia? Who?

“My family,” Ezio said, as if reading his mind.

“But your –” Aligiero stopped flat. True, his mother and sister were safe, but what about Messer Auditore? No one ever told the recruits where Ezio’s father laid in the picture, or if he had brothers.

“Giovanni, Frederico, and little Petruccio,” the last name was choked, obviously in a half-hearte attempted to keep from crying again.

Part of Aligiero wanted to sympathize with his master, but he couldn’t. He had yet to lose someone important to him; if he wanted to, he could go see his parents that very night. At most, he had lost a little bird that wasn’t really a “pet,” but rather stuck around and let him hold it.

“I’m sorry, m–” Again, he paused. Was it right to still talk to him so formally in a situation like this? Daring the stupid, he continue, “Ser Ezio...”

For a very brief second, Ezio flashed a weak smile, before it disappeared all together. After yet another few moments of tense silence, Ezio lifted his head slightly.

“May I ask a ... very weak, pitiful favour of you, Aligiero?”

“Anything, maestro,” He said a little too quickly. “What do you need?”

“When... I was a boy, and I had nightmares, my father had this trick,” he began awkwardly, trying to word it right and not sound like an idiot or a total pervert. “My mother let me listen to her heart, and he would let me fall asleep, with my head in his lap.” The last part dropped in volume as he stared down at his sheets, recalling the memories.

Aligiero, on the other hand, was utterly hesitant to move. He fidgeted for a second, before looking behind him, and back to Ezio. “Where would you have me sit?” He asked, his voice coming back a little braver.

Ezio looked quietly shocked. Apparently, he didn’t expect the recruit to actually let him. He was always telling them not to just say ‘yes’ to him because he was their master; this was one time where he was questioning whether or not Aligiero was doing just that.

Regardless of his internal debate, he carefully shifted forward, reaching behind him with just his arms to move his pillow out of the way. Aligiero got the message immediately, stood up and walked to the head of the bed, taking a seat and crossing his legs. He reached out and held the blankets for Ezio, letting him slid down slowly into the dark fabric. The second his head rested in his recruit’s lap, he felt the body beneath it tense; the blankets lowered over his chest by shaky hands.

Ezio looked up at Aligiero, who forced himself to relax slightly. Looking down, he gave a questioning tilt of his head.

“Don’t you dare tell a soul,” Ezio warned jokingly, but completely serious at the same time. He could already feel sleep setting back in.

A few minutes later, when his breathing leveled out, Aligiero watched in silence. Carefully, his hands hovered his sides, before one came to rest on Ezio’s head, and the other lightly on his shoulder. Absently, he ran his fingers through the chocolate brown hair, letting it fall through his fingers.

“I promise, maestro.”
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short, late, awesome lol. author!anon has finals this week, so once they're done, i'll be able to finish this up quicker !

Not OP, BUT THE SOUND I MADE WHEN I SAW YOU UPDATE AUTHOR!ANON! It was definitely not human. Oh god, Ezio let me hold you *cries* I love the recruits so much ♥ It's like a little assassin family ;_;

Also good luck with your finals!!!

Omigosh, I really love this so much. ;__;

Aghhhh--- AGHHHHHH!!! I'm SO sorry for writing reply so late ;_;
You updated! Yay ;u; I love this fic so much. Just letting you know TuT
Also, good luck with finals /runsaway

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