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(Anonymous) 2013-06-13 10:04 am (UTC)(link)A Strange Encounter
(Anonymous) 2013-06-13 12:15 pm (UTC)(link)(cries i stayed up so much later than i meant to writing this. i'll add translations later if any one wants them but i really need to get to bed ajskhdksdf. i really hope you like it anon c:>)
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Leonardo gazed at the bright spring sky, a bounce in his step as he moved, having decided on a spur of the moment to take walk through the excited streets of midday Firenze, looking for inspiration in the beautiful city. He was passing through a short alleyway when a small boy, no older then seven, suddenly fell down a stack of boxes, landing quite heavily on all fours and smacking his head upon the stones.
The young apprentice stared, agape, panic slowly rising through him at the sight of the body sprawled on the ground. What had just happened? Who was this child? Why was on a stack of boxes?Oh god, he wasn't moving. Was he seriously hurt? Did he knock himself out? Dio mio, was he dead--
The boy let out a small groan of pain. Leonardo released a sigh of relief and rushed to kneel at the boy's side. “Pardon, young sir, are you alright?”
The boy did not reply, instead lifting himself up to stand on wobbly legs, bringing up dirty and scraped hands to brush his chestnut hair out of his face, smearing the blood on his already cut forehead and dirtying his cheek. He looked up at Leonardo with glassy amber eyes.
Leonardo felt his earlier alarm returning. “Oh no no, don't cry!” Unfortunately, fate was not on his side. Fat tears and hitching breaths began to pour from the child in front of him, and the apprentice felt his stomach clench. What was he supposed to do with a crying child? He was only fourteen for god's sake, he had no experience in these matters! However, Leonardo's lack of knowledge would not take care of the problem for him. He began to try for distraction. He patted the boy's arm awkwardly before speaking. “What is your name, young one?”
The boy sniffed, trying to calm himself enough to answer. “Ezio,” he replied haltingly, “Ezio Auditore.”
Auditore. He had heard that name before, that of a well known banker family within the city, and friends of the Medici. In fact, he was quite sure he knew where their palazzo stood. Well, now he knew where to take the boy, at least.
“I am Leonardo,” he told Ezio, smiling softly at him, “but you may call me Leo.” The boy nodded his acknowledgment and reached a hand out to shake. Leonardo accepted the gesture without question, bemusemed at the somewhat strange action. “Are you lost, Ezio?”
Ezio looked around slowly, tears continuing to fall from his large eyes, nodding when he clearly had no idea of where they were.
“Would you like for me to take you home?”
Ezio quickly nodded once again, tears flowing more freely. Leo opened his arms, beckoning Ezio forward. Ezio ran into Leo's arms, his own tiny hands grabbing at the back of his shirt as Leo hefted the himup with only a little trouble, taking a moment to adjust his legs around his waist before beginning the long walk back to Palazzo Auditore. As Leo thought of the distance ahead of him, a thought occurred on him: how had the young Auditore managed to get so far from home?
“Tell me, Ezio, what were you doing so far from your home?”
Ezio sniffed, rubbing his nose on Leonardo's doublet. The young man frowned, but decided to worry about it later.“I was running from the guards.” Ah, yes, common occurrence. Wait, what?
Leonardo's expression was blank. “Why were you running from the guards?”
“Because they saw me on the rooftops and chased me.”
Leo's understanding of the situation quickly declined the more he found out, it seemed. “Ezio,” he said in complete bafflement, “why were you on the rooftops?”
“Because Federico told me too!” he cried, becoming agitated. He pushed a hand against his temple. “Ahi...”
Leo absently moved a hand to Ezio's hair, gently stroking through it and massaging his scalp. The child slowly relaxed at the touch. “Federico is your... brother?”
“Sì.”
“Dio mio, ti Auditore sono pazzi,” Leo muttered to himself.
“Che cosa?”
“Ah, nothing. What were you doing before?”
“Before when?”
“Before you and your brother decided to climb around like monkeys.”
“Oh,” Ezio shifted, Leo feeling his hair move against his neck, “...we were with mother, gathering food for supper tonight.”
“Bontà mia, your mother must be worried sick!” Leo quickened his pace, hoping to come upon the palazzo soon. “Why did you two run off like that?”
“I don't know! Federico said we wouldn't get caught!”
“You mustn’t leave your mother's side, Ezio, even if your brother says it's alright,” Leo said, wincing when his voice came out harsher than intended, “do you understand?”
Ezio nodded, shrinking away. Soon, Leonardo begin to feel a warm patch of liquid begin to develop on his shoulder, and the boy in his arms began to tremble. Leo cursed silently, stomach twisting in guilt. Why had he reacted in such a way, raising his voice at a child, especially one who had experienced what Ezio had today. More so, it was not his place. The young apprentice sighed, rubbing the boy's back in a soothing manner. “Mi dispiace, Ezio, I did not mean to upset you,” he said softly, “only try to be more careful, if only for your mother.” Ezio bowed his head in assent. A moment later, he tightened his grip, nestling himself further into Leo's embrace. The artist felt his moth pull up in a smile.
The rest of their journey was completed almost without incident, Leonardo losing his way a couple of times while telling Ezio about his apprenticeship, Ezio occasionally adding his unique brand of adolescent commentary.
“Ah! It appears we are here,” the artist said, swiftly walking through gates of the Palazzo Auditore, knocking on their door three times before standing back to wait. Not a moment later did the portal open, revealing a distraught Maria Auditore, a rueful Federico appearing from behind her arm.
The woman's face seemed to crumble in relief. “Oh, thank god, you've found him!” Maria reached for her son, Leonardo completing the transfer awkwardly. He watched the Auditore matriarch scold her son, telling him of how his father had been searching for him and how much worry he had caused, before patting him lightly on his rump and sending him inside with his brother. She then closed the door and turned to face Leonardo. The young man looked on in mild apprehension before the woman pulled him into strong hug. She released him after a moment, keeping a grip on his shoulders. “Thank you, Messer..?”
“Leonardo.”
“Ah, thank you Messer Leonardo, for bringing him back to us.”
"Oh, nessun problema, Signora Auditore,” Leonardo replied sheepishly, “I only wanted to make sure your son was safe. Speaking of that, you should really have him see a doctor soon. He had quite a nasty landing, what I saw of it.”
“Of course, of course, I will call ours right away.” The woman then paused, appearing to appraise him. Leonardo shifted under her poerful gaze, pulling at the hem of his doublet. Maria then seemed to come to a decision. “Leonardo, would you like to stay for dinner? Ezio's father should be home soon, and I believe he would very much like to speak with the man who found his troublesome son.”
Leonardo's eyes widened, his mouth working to sputter out a reply. “Oh, n-no, I could not impose! Supper is hours away and I--”
“I insist,” Maria said, lips twisting up in amusement.
Leonardo's mouth continued to work in hopes of coming up with a polite refusal, but failed. He sighed for the umpteenth time that day; the Auditores certainly had an effect on him. “I would be honored, Signora.”
“Wonderful! Now, come inside; I need to have you cleaned of my son's antics.” She lightly grasped his arm and guided him into her home.
Leonardo let himself be pulled inside, a smile once again coming to his face. What a strange day it had turned out to be.
Re: A Strange Encounter
(Anonymous) 2013-06-13 10:54 pm (UTC)(link)Re: A Strange Encounter
(Anonymous) 2013-06-13 11:06 pm (UTC)(link)OP
(Anonymous) 2013-06-14 07:46 am (UTC)(link)And Leonardo all protective without knowing why he is...just a sample of what's to come, poor guy. (My headcanon is that poor Leo had to patch up Ezio more than once, and now my headcanon is that he teases Ezio over this incident. :'D)
Re: OP
(Anonymous) 2013-06-14 08:06 am (UTC)(link)[BONUS] Reminiscence
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The evening was dark and wet in Roma, and Leonardo was glad to be spending it inside with his closest friend. Though the circumstances could have better, he thought, tending to the wounds of Ezio's latest exploits. Leonardo was cleaning a cut on his brown when an old memory surfaced, filling his chest with amusement, laughter bubbling from his mouth.
Ezio raised a brow. “What?”
“Oh no, no, it's nothing,” the old artist replied, trying to suppress his mirth and refocus on his charge's injuries.
The Assassin pulled his head back, smirking. “Oh come now, Leonardo, you know you can not keep things from me.”
“Ezio, I assure it is nothing of--”
“I insist.”
Well if he insisted, Leonardo supposed he there was nothing he could do. “Do you remember that time all those years ago in Firenze, when we first met?” Ezio's expression changed to one of mortification, Leonardo grinning when he saw, “and you fell off a building and I had to carry you all the way home to your mother?”
Ezio flushed a pretty pink, turning his head away. “I recall no such thing.”
“Oh yes you do!” Leonardo cackled, “she gave you such a scolding!”
“You are exaggerating, it was not that bad.”
Leonardo raised an eyebrow at his friend. “As I recall, you and Federico could not leave the palazzo for a month.”
The Assassin snapped his head back at that. “It was not that long! And you did not carry me the entire way, I am certain walked myself for a time.” When Leonardo's smile did not lessen, Ezio tried to switch tactics from denial to diversion. “Please, Leonardo, can we just finish this for now? My wounds are causing me no small amount of discomfort.”
The artist shook his head fondly, smirking as he moved to cradle Ezio's bloody palm in his hand. “Alright, alright, there will be no other interruptions.” He continued to work in silence after that, waiting until Ezio's body had fully relaxed. “Remember how you landed flat on your face?”
“Leonardo!”