Desmond's POV
"We're going to leave tomorrow. But first, we need to train you more," Ezio says.
"But I'm tired..." I groan, kicking the dust.
"It's the morning... how are you tired?" Ezio asks.
"I want to play on my phone and do nothing," I say. "But my phone is back in my time."
Ezio looks confused for a moment before snapping his fingers.
"Oh yeah, phones are those little black things that do weird things like talk to people without actually seeing them!"
I sigh and roll my eyes.
"Yeah, pretty much."
Ezio chuckles and retracts his hidden blades.
"Is little Desmond not used to working hard?"
"Shut up, Ezio."
Ezio laughs and puts his hands on my shoulders.
"Tonight, if you train hard, I'll take you to a Venezian pub."
I think for a moment before grinning.
"Fine. Bring it on."
--time skip--
Ezio and I walk towards the bar and he pushes open the door.
A lot of men sit at tables, beer in hand. A few women make drinks or sit at tables, drinking wine. A violin player stands in the corner of the room, playing a happy song.
"This is not what I expected," I mutter.
"That is because you're used to sluts and loud music," Ezio replies.
Ezio and I sit down at the bar and he orders two beers. I get mine in a glass mug and reluctantly take a sip.
"How is it, Des?" Ezio asks.
"Better than the beer I had with Altaïr, but not as good as the stuff back home."
Ezio grins and taps our glasses together, making a clinking sound.
"This is good, Desmond. I'm glad you're here."
"I'm glad I'm here too."
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Blasted to the Past: Sequel to Ripped from our Time
FanfictionThe assassins have gone back to their time. Desmond Miles believes everything is over and that all will go back to normal. But when the Animus has a serious jinx for the second time, things are put in reverse.
