[Ezio x Reader Fanfic] May the father of understanding guide us

32} Old Friends

Me again, thanks for being patient with me 😊 and the image above is the assassin outfit with the feminine tweaks
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(Y/n)'s pov

"Excuse me Sir, do you know which building the new artist and inventor moved into?" I ask a nearby fruit merchant.

I've been looking around for Leo's new workshop for about half an hour now and I've barely covered any ground since I don't even know what the building looks like.

"What's in it for me if I do know?" He shrugs and folds his arms, tilting up his chin and taking in the appearance of my gear and weapons. "What would I gain from telling you?"

"How about I'll let you live. Tell me where it is and I'll make it worthwhile." One hand reaches for my curved, short sword and the other to my leather coin pouch.

"How bout I'll tell you where it is if you do me a favour?" He suggests after eying my sword cautiously.

"What favour?"

"I need you to kill someone for me."

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Ezio's pov

"Ezio! Ezio help me!"

Long grass sways at my legs and tickles my fingers, a warm breeze floating through my cape and hood.

"Ezio!" My heart plummets as I turn around and come face to face with my biggest regret.

"Petruccio?...Federico?...father?" They are standing next to each other with about a meter between them. "What are you...I thought..."

"Shhh, it's alright my son" my father steps forwards and puts a weightless hand on my shoulder. "We know you tried your hardest."

"It just wasn't enough brother. You've never been enough." Federico says, still smiling. "And we had to pay for your incompetence."

Petruccio's hands shoot up to his neck as if fending off prying hands. Choking noises escape his open mouth and his eyes bulge wide.

"No! Petruccio!" Father and Federico follow suit and they all fall to their knees, dying slowly. "No!"

"Ezio." A soft voice calls from behind me, blocking out the noise of my family's death.

I spin around and see (y/n) a few meters away, wearing an assassin outfit similar to mine with some feminine tweaks.

"(Y/n)" I breathe, rushing towards her and wrapping her in a tight hug, burying my face in to the crook of her neck and inhaling the sweet smell of her (h/l)(h/c) hair. "(Y/n) I was worried about you. You didn't wake up when I got back!"

"I'll never wake up." She whispers in my ear, falling limp. I catch her and gently sink to the floor with her, resting her head on my knees and cupping her (s/t) cheek in one hand and stroking her hair with the other. The blood stain on her chest steadily growing in diameter.

"I love you Ezio." She whispers before her eyes roll back in her head.

"Ezio Auditore. Do not be alarmed, I am Juno; a being from the first civilisation." A glimmering, golden figure stalks forwards and kneels next to (y/n). "Heed my warning, she will die if you let revenge consume you. Not only will she die painfully...but at your hand."

She touches her fingertips to (y/n)'s face and the skin there begins to glow and then crumble away, leaving only golden pixels.

"What are you doing? What are you saying? I'd never kill her!" I stand up as the last of her fake body floats away, the last few glimmers drifting up my legs, torso and landing briefly on my cheek before disappearing.

"You'll be given a choice; one which has the power to both save and destroy her. Choose wisely, much like I have chosen you to carry this burden. Her blood will be shed where we rest, unless you can change fate's course."

I bolt upright, inhaling sharply. Surreal dream.

I set my sights on the unoccupied table I'm leaned on and frown slightly. She's meant to be here, I waited for her to wake up so I could tell her... Tell her anything as long as it made her smile. I've been robbed of this opportunity.

"Stop looking so lost idiota. She only left a few hours ago, took a map and left your shirt there. I'm pretty sure she meant to thank all of us but she never got around to it." Rosa cuts in, jaunting me out of my sleepy state.

"Don't expect her to, she won't. Not if she doesn't deem it worth her time." I stand up and walk towards the door.

"Oh, Antonio wants to speak with you immediately. I would have woken you sooner but you looked tired as hell." She tuts, giving me one last disapproving glance before turning and stomping out.

I stand up, a cover I hadn't realised was over my shoulders falling off. I guess I'll have to see what Antonio wants now, but then I'll have plenty of time to find (y/n).
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(Y/n)'s pov

"And why do you want me to kill this man?" I ask, shaking my head and setting the drawing back on the table. He's been in Venice for how long? Three months?

The drawing on the table is of Ezio. Is it impossible for him to stay out of trouble? I though assassins worked in the dark to preserve the light and all that malarkey. I guess not.

"He's an important target to the men I work for; that's all I am at liberty to say." My eyes flick upwards at his words, searching his clothing for that signature pin; for that ring on his finger; for that weapon crested with the Templar cross.

Two can play at this game.

"I'm guessing you aren't a fruit merchant." I say, pulling my Templar ring out of my inside pocket, I almost forgot it was there. His eyes widen at the m sight of the ring and he scans my face.

"No. No I'm not." He takes in this new piece of information and mulls it over in his head. "Who exactly are you?"

"Ah, forgive me, I'm (y/n) Borgia. Now, tell me everything you know about the plans so far to kill the assassin."  His mouth opens wide in disbelief but he closes it and babbles on about their 'cunning' plan. (Gotta love Baldric 😉)
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Ezio's pov.

"Antonio, make this meeting quick, I have...other things to do." I enter his office and find him already talking to one of his thieves.

"Patience Ezio." He briefly turned to me but then disregarded me to resume his conversation with his man. "Are you sure this is what you saw? You couldn't have been mistaken?"

"I carried her here, I know exactly what she looks like and it was definitely her." He replies, nodding his head firmly.

"The man. Could you have mistaken the man for someone else?" Antonio asks, getting impatient and gripping the man's shoulders.

"NO! We saw it all, she showed him the ring! He had to be our target!" The thief shakes off Antonio's grip, looking a bit pissed off.

"Then we've got a problem. Get together a group and bring her in. Be careful and use the gondolas to get her to the safe house. Go now and I'll take care of Ezio once you've got her." He gives me a sideways glance, cautious and calculating.

"Antonio, what is going on? Why do I need taking care of?" I ask, getting suspicious. "And who are your men going after?"

"Sit down Ezio. We need to talk about (KEVIN!!!! Sorry I really couldn't help it but back to the serious stuff) (y/n). She's a traitor."

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