Here Until the End (Ezio Auditore/Assassin's Creed)

The Order

[I laughed a bit too hard at this picture^^^]
*translations at the bottom which you should know*

Chapter 5

"Two dangers constantly threaten the world: order and disorder"

-a week later-

The past week has flown by for me. People of all levels of skill are coming in and out with different problems. Most have been easyish so far. Except for one poor novice that needed over 100 stitches... And I had to be the one to do them too, just because I'm better at stitching than everyone else (supposedly). It's not that I mind, but I hate seeing someone in so much pain. Luckily they're fine and she'll be I here tomorrow so I can check up on her.

About three days ago I got to see Ezio again. Every Time I even think about him I smile, and I don't know why. Lucy thinks it's because I'm in love. But I won't believe it. We're only friends and we just met, nothing more.

'Just keep telling yourself that.' Lucy would always say very sing songy. She's acting like she's some expert at feelings.

Ezio had came to see me to tell me he would be headed out on a mission, so I'm hoping he's fine. But from what I've heard, he's a master assassin, making him one of the best. And that doesn't surprise me. He also said once he got back he would take me to see Venice. So I'm hoping he returns soon so I can see the rest of the sights!

Growing up I was never able to feel comfortable, safe or really anything around males. I would always have bad panic attacks if they got close. That's why I spent all my time reading and practicing my medical abilities. (You don't know how many times I had to stitch myself up because of how careless I was....). But meeting Ezio last week was weird. I don't know how else to put it. The only person who was a guy that I trusted was my older brother, and for some reason it was like that with Ezio. Even if it was for barely a night, he was so caring and charismatic that I couldn't help but like him and feel as if I could trust him. That's why I'm glad we met again, that maybe we could have a nice friendship.... Even though he seems so different, I won't let my guard down, just in case. For years of being so scared, I can't let him just change that. Well maybe I can- oh! I don't know! And I don't want to talk about it with Lucy, and I don't really know Izzy well enough.

I hate having androphobia. I never asked for it, and I always hated when men would get so offended and then hurt me. It's not my fault, my chest would seize up and sometimes I couldn't breathe. It's not my fault I would just break down. So why is it taken out on me? If people knew what my life was like, they wouldn't care about the phobia, and probably be more understanding. I blame my father for it all.

"Izzy and I are gonna head to get food, want to tag along?" My older sister/best friend asked.

"Not really. I need to reorganize."

"Have fun, Anthony will be here just so you know."

"Okay, thanks."

"Bye." I watched her walk out the door with Izzy, the two girls laughing. I'm glad she has someone around her age to be with.

"Hey kid, you okay?"

"I'm fine Anthony, thanks for your concern."

"Of course. Bein' as old as I am, it never ceases to amaze me how you kids act. I mean, put Izzy with your sister and it'll be the end of the world. Guards better be watchin' out." I giggled, Anthony's a really sweet, knowledgable old guy, "I may be old, but it was even like that back when I was your age."

"Really? So we're not that generation that screws everything up?"

"Kid, everythin' was screwed up before you were all born."