Somewhere Over the Rainbow

Chapter 1

A/N : OH MOTHER OF LORD. I hate writing dramatic stuff so so so much XD I'm afraid to say, this fic might have more of it than i'm used too since it is for the lovely @Auzzie_ice

And no my dear, dear friends. I am not going to write a ghetto Assassins Creed fanfiction XD

Welcome to the Brotherhood homies. No more beat boxing Altair. Ever.

Oh yus. And i wrote the first half of this fic eight months ago, when it was first requested. orz

*Beware, bad Italian ahead*

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Ezio Auditore, the only individual who had to be in a city less than half an hour before he was notorious as heck. It was a foolish thought; Venice would not be a ''new beginning.'' What Ezio considered a new beginning would be a world where he wasn't an assassin, or anything remotely similar. But to even think like that, was somehow childish in its own way.

Sighing heavily, he traversed the slippery rooftops of Venice. It had been raining on and off for the past hour or so, to the assassin's dismay. Ezio paused for a brief moment, allowing his eyes to follow the clumps of houses to the very edge of the city, where the canals flowed into the grey ocean.

Ezio had seen the golden sun rise many times over the rooftops of Firenze, but it seemed only to set through the constant mist that enveloped Venezia. A shame really, little Petruccio would have killed to see the so called ''Venetian sunrise.''

Ezio turned swiftly on his heels as the memory of the young boy resurfaced. It was painful to think about, too painful, even for the audacious youngster who threw knives and impaled Templars with spears.

He gulped and continued aimlessly through the city, feeling his mind begin to reel. It was no use, he could try, but he would never forget.

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Evening came in like a hurricane, blowing everyone into the confines of their warm homes and Ezio almost off the water-logged roof. He had no idea of the last time he had made contact with solid ground. Then again, why did he have too? It was so much safer up here, though the guards did tend to possess sharper eyes and sharper weapons.

Even in the pouring rain, Ezio could catch the blood-red glow of guards from a mile away. The guards, it seemed appeared to be the only living creatures out, apart from him.

Slowly, carefully, he hopped onto a nearby ledge, letting out a yelp of surprise as his boot slid right off the tiles. Luckily, he had enough of his body on the building to not slide right off and break a leg or something. He did, however land face first into a growing puddle of water that had been building up on a flat area of the roof.

Pushing himself up languidly, he sat drenched in rainwater with his arms outstretched behind him and let out a frustrated groan. His nose ached from the impact and his hair was uncomfortably soaked.

Who would have thought a once-nobleman would have to endure such ordeals.

If his father had lived, Ezio was sure he'd be at the mahogany table, playing chess with Federico whilst Petruccio flipped through books in bed and mother and Claudia sewed by the fireplace. He was used to it like that, or had been; years had passed since his family's death, but time itself was not nearly enough to fill the illimitable hole in his heart. Hoping that somehow the rain would wash away his worries, he allowed his elbows to slide flat on the roof and found himself staring into the grey expanse of clouds and rain. It was almost as if the raindrops fell from a particular, circular opening in sky, or so it seemed from the assassins view.