EzioXReader: Diamond in the Rough Final

Locating the house was fairly simple, Annetta was waiting for them at the front door. She escorted them in, but when she opened the door, the inside looked more like a brothel then a house. Women were everywhere, dressed in revealing clothing and entertaining guests.

“I think we have the wrong building . . .” Ezio said, not expecting this.

“No, no this is it,” Annetta assured.

(y/n) noticed some of the women giving Ezio seductive looks, she gave them death glares to which they only giggled at. From the very back, the most beautiful woman came forward dressed in a red silk dress, she looked much like Annetta, which meant the she was most likely her sister.

“It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Messer Ezio. Annetta speaks highly of you. I can see why,” she said.

“I appreciate the kind words Madonna . . . .?” Ezio said, pausing when he didn’t know her name.

“Ti prego, call me Paola,” she then turned her attention to (y/n), “and you must be (y/n), correct?” (y/n) nodded. “Annetta would speak of you as well, saying that you are not like other girls.”

“Heh, that I am.”

“Thank you for offering your home to my family Paola,” Ezio said.

“It was the least I can do. You two must be tired. Perhaps you’d li-”

“No grazie,” Ezio politely interrupted, “I can’t stay.”

“Why? Where are you going?” Paola asked.

“To kill Uberto Alberti,” Ezio answered boldly.

“I understand your desires for vengeance, but the Gonfaloniere is a powerful man. You’re not a killer Ezio-”

“Spare me the lecture,” Ezio said.

'Classic Ezio, never was one for lectures,' (y/n) thought.

“-But I can make you one,” Paola finished. Her comment surprised both Ezio and (y/n).

“And why are you going to teach me how to kill?” Ezio asked, a bit dumbfounded.

“I’m not, I’m going to teach you how to survive.” Paola clapped her hands and her girls assembled, “Half of you, come with me, the other half, please take (y/n) to a room.”

“Huh? What?” The girls only giggled and began to tug on (y/n)’s arms, leading her away from Ezio and Paola. She would’ve been able to shake them off, but there were too many of them.

“Paola!? What’s going on!?” she yelled.

“Don’t worry, I’ll meet with you when I’m done with Ezio.”

“Ezio!”

“You’re on your own ragazza,” he said with a chuckle.

“Traditore,” (y/n) mumbled under her breath.

~0~

“So, you are love-sick for Ezio no?” one of the women asked.

“Am not!” (y/n) shouted for the hundredth time. The women only giggled while (y/n) huffed and crossed her arms across her chest, they’ve been teasing her ever since they took her into this extravagant room, waiting for their superior to return.

“Don’t you have anything better to do then tease me like this? Why don’t you help someone with their sexual tension!?”

“They’re here to help me help you,” a new voice said. It was Paola. (y/n) quickly stood up from the bed she was sitting on.

“Oh! Paola.” Paola didn’t say anything, she walked up to (y/n) and seemed to be examining her.

“Um, is there something on my face?” (y/n) asked awkwardly.

“You look so much like her, almost like a younger version of her,” she eyed the golden chain around (y/n)’s neck, “your mother gave that to you, si?”

“Oh! Si, but how did you know?”

“Your mother and I used to be very close friends.”

“Really? She never mentioned you during the time she was alive.”

“That’s because that was the side she didn’t want you to know about, at least not when you were so young.”

“Huh?” Paola walked over to a trunk in the corner, when she walked back to (y/n), she held something in her hands.

“This was your mother’s, I think it would be best if you had it.” (y/n) was shocked, it was a bracer with the Assassin symbol on it, exactly like the one on Ezio’s bracer.

“Wha-? I mean . . . . Huh?”

“Please, take it, it’s rightfully yours.” (y/n) took it with slightly shaking hands.

“This belong to my . . . . mother? Then that means, she was a-”

“Yes, (y/n), she was indeed an assassin, alongside your father.” (y/n) sat back down on the bed.

“This is all too much, why didn’t they tell me anything?” Paola sat next to (y/n), “They were going to tell you when they got older, but the soldiers got to them before they were able to.”

“They were murdered!? But I saw our house burning up, it wasn’t the fire that killed them?”

“No, they were killed by someone’s order, the fire was a mere coverup to make it look like that was the cause of death. Luckily the soldiers didn’t know they had a daughter, so they didn’t come after you.” (y/n) looked down at the bracer.

“I was out for ingredients that day, I got up extra early cause I wanted to surprise them with a great breakfast. I didn’t even get to say goodbye or that I loved them,” tears fell from her eyes and landed on the silver assassin symbol, trailing down it until it was no longer seen. She attached it to her (hand you write with) wrist and flexed it, a long, seven-inch blade popped out, surprising her. This new weapon gave her a new sense of power.

“I am an assassin’s daughter, thus, I will live by the creed they live by,” she looked up at Paola, a new look of determination in her eyes, “Paola, what must I do now?”

“Very good, you have the same look in your eyes as your mother did when she was on a mission. You are going to help Ezio with his task. I have you mother’s assassin uniform stored away as well.”

“Why do you have all these things?”

“When you were born, your parents begged pardon from the master, but swore to return after you were old enough to wield a sword, she left her things in my care since we were friends.”

“Alright, let’s see-”

“Hold on!” Paola said, stopping (y/n) from walking away, “that can wait, right now, I have a different idea in mind on how you can help Ezio.”

“Very well, what is it?” Paola only smirked and clapped her hands, “Girls, clean her up.” They giggled and pulled (y/n) out of the room towards the washrooms.

“Hey!! This is really starting to get old!!”

~0~

“Ouch! Ouch!! Hey, che fa male!”

“Oh please forgive us, but we’ve got to get this dirt and grim off of you,” one of the girls said, scrubbing (y/n)’s back. She scrubbed a few more times.

“OW!! Are you trying to tear my skin off my flesh!!?” The girl ignored her cries and continued to work until (y/n) was considered clean. They dried her off with towels and presented her an outfit to which (y/n) immediately was against on wearing.

“Oh no!! I wont be caught dead wearing that!!”

“Come on, it’s only going to be for a while.” (y/n) shook her head frantically as she held the towel tight around her body. The girls looked at eachother and as if they knew what the other was thinking. Suddenly, they all pounced on (y/n), ripping the towel from her and slipping the outfit on her as she struggled hard.

“H-h-hey!! What are you-!? Ehi stop that!! Ack, don’t touch me there!!” After a few minutes of this, the girls finally stepped back to admire their work. (y/n) was dressed in a (f/c) dress that was identical to theirs, revealing her lean legs and showing cleavage. Her hair was brushed and braided neatly and on her feet were  brown sandals. (y/n) covered her chest in a futile attempt to hide it.

“I feel so exposed,” she mumbled to herself. Paola entered the room.

“Ah, perfect,” she handed (y/n)’s hidden blade to her, “luckily this’ll go with your outfit, so guards wont suspect a thing.” (y/n) sighed as she put on the bracer.

“So what’s the plan?”

“My girls have located Uberto at the Santa Croce cloister where he’ll be attending an unveiling of Verrocchio’s latest works. No doubt the place will be crawling with guards, this is where you’ll come in. You distract them while Ezio carries out his deed, and once it’s done, kill the guards that you are entertaining to clear a way for him.” (y/n) had to roll her eyes.

“Non posso credere che sto facendo questo. Ok then, let’s get this over-with, the sooner this is over, the sooner I can get out of this piece of cloth.”

“Very well. Come, Ezio is ready.” (y/n) walked down that stairs with Paola to Ezio. When he turned his head, his eyes grew as big as dinner plates.

“(y/n)!!” he exclaimed, clearly surprised that his tomboy friend could look like this. (y/n) sighed.

“I know, I look ridicolo, but it’s the only way this plan will work.”

“No, I was going to say you look molto bello.” (y/n)’s cheeks now had a tint of pink on them.

“O-o-oh . . . . Grazie Ezio.” Ezio would’ve continued staring if it were not for Paola telling him her plan. When she was through, Ezio said, “Watch over my mother and sister while I’m away.”

“Of course Ezio, as if they were my own.”

~0~

'Oh, this is humiliating!!' (y/n) thought as she walked with Ezio. Many men stopped and stared at her, giving her calls and whistling at her.

“Ezio, how much longer?” she whined.

“Be patient (y/n), we’re almost there,” he assured.

“Easy for you to say, you’re not the one dressed up like this,” she said, fingering the exposing skirt. She sighed deeply, “I can’t wait till this is over and done.”

“I don’t know about that.”

“Huh? What do you mean?”

“Maybe I should drag this out that way you can stay in that dress a little longer,” he said with a smirk. (y/n) glared and shoved Ezio roughly.

“Stai zitto!”

Soon enough, they sighted the entrance of the Santa Croce cloister, sure enough, it had guards posted there.

“Ok (y/n), this is all you. Get out there and let the woman inside you out.” (y/n) smacked Ezio behind the head, “This is hardly the time for jokes Ezio!” she hissed. He chuckled lightly, “Scusate (y/n). But on a serious note, you must make sure they don’t notice me.”

“Si, I know. Ezio . . . .” she wrapped her arms around him in a tight hug, “please be careful, I’ve lost my parents, people that resembled my family, I don’t want to loose you too.” Ezio hugged her back, “I will. You be careful too, I’m sure that once this is over, you’ll be wanted as well as me.”

“Well, at least I’ll be able to have my game of chase everywhere I go,” (y/n) said with a silly smile.

“Now who’s the one making jokes?”

(y/n) smiled, took a deep breath, and walked out to the guards. The instant she was in their sights, they completely forgot about their job and only focused on the stunning woman in front of them. Sucking up her pride, (y/n) swayed her hips, smiled seductively, and even managed to wink at the guards. They were so infatuated with her, they were none the wiser when Ezio slipped past them. (y/n) saw him enter from the corner of her eye and stayed focused, knowing that she had to time her attack just right. A few minutes passed, although it felt more like an eternity for (y/n) until she heard people screaming and Ezio yelling out. The guards diverted their attention away at the sound of the screams.

'Now!!'

(y/n) lunged at the closer guard and stabbed him clean behind the neck, killing him instantly. The guard turned around when he heard the painful grunt of her partner, but when he did, he was met with a blade to the face, cracking his skull open and making him share his partner’s fate.

“Ezio!!” she yelled out. In a flash, he was with her, signaling for her to run. She did her best to run fast, blending in with the crowd from time to time to avoid some guards. When she looked back, she saw that Ezio wasn’t with her.

'Oh Ezio . . . . please be safe!'

~0~

(y/n) bursted through the door of Paola’s home, panting hard and wiping her forehead of the sweat.

“(y/n)! Thanks goodness you’re alright!” Paola exclaimed, hugging (y/n). (y/n) gave her a quick pat on the back before breaking the hug.

“Wh-where’s Ezio!? Did he make it!? Is he here? Was he injured!? Did-”

“Slow down my dear, he’s fine. He just left to become a little less notorious by completing some tasks. I take it he’ll be back soon. Why don’t you change out of that and put on your mother’s armor now.”

“Oh, grazie a Dio.” (y/n) went up the stairs and headed to the room where her armor was kept. As soon as she closed the door, Ezio entered the house, explaining to Paola that he would take his mother, sister, and (y/n) to a villa his uncle owned.

“Ezio, I know you wish to leave immediately, but I know that you’re exhausted, today’s events have worn you out no doubt.” Ezio didn’t want to admit it, but every muscle in his body ached and screamed for rest.

“I . . . . I guess you’re right. I’ll take a quick rest, and then will set off with them.”

“Of course Ezio,” a slightly sly smiled formed on Paola’s lips, Ezio was oblivious to it, “there’s a room up the stairs that I’m sure will help you relax, it’s the first door to your left.”

“Grazie Paola, I wont be long.” He went his way, Paola and the other girls softly giggling.

~0~

Ezio talked with himself as he opened the door to the room.

“Oh boy, I think I pulled something back there. Sure hope it-”

“EZIO!!?”

Ezio almost jumped out of his skin when he heard (y/n) yelled out his name, and when he looked, he could see why, she was in the process of putting on her assassin uniform, having only put on the pants, she was just about to put the shirt over her head when he barged into her changing, now she used the shirt as a towel to cover her chest. Ezio blushed at the sight, even though (y/n) was always a tomboy, she was still a woman with her perfect curves and rather large bust.

“Haven’t you heard of knocking idiota!!?”

“I-I’m sorry, Paola said to use this room to rest!”

“Eh? She knew that I was using this room to change!” (y/n) looked away to mumbled to herself, “that woman, what’s she thinking!?”
As she conversed with herself, Ezio felt a strange sensation overcoming him. Sure seeing (y/n) this way roused up “things” in him, but there was something else, something he didn’t feel with other woman he fooled around with, not even with Christina. He closed the door.

“(y/n)?”

“Ehi! Don’t come in!” She grabbed a pillow and chucked it at his head, nailing him there, “leave so I can get changed!” Ezio simply tossed the pillow aside and continued to advance towards (y/n). Her cheeks flushed with color.

“E-Ezio?” she backed up, only to his the wall, her shirt still covering her, “ehi! Are you deaf? What’s wrong?” Ezio was now only a body away form (y/n), he reached out, took a lock of her hair, and placed a kiss on it. (y/n)’s blush deepened in its’ shade.

“Ezio. . . .?”

“You know, there’s been a little bit of a rumor that’s been floating around here.”

“What do you mean? What rumor?”

“Some of the girls, they may have mentioned that you harbor feelings for me. Is that true?”

“That-!!?”

'Those putas!! When I found out who told him, I’m gonna knock them into next month!!'

“I’m waiting (y/n).” She turned her head away in shame.

“So what if it’s true!? I didn’t bother you with my feelings because I knew that you’d never see me as anything more then a friend. I’m not as extravagant or feminine as the women you sleep around with. I was really hoping that loving Federico would help me forget about my love to you, but even that wasn’t enough,” (y/n) finally looked Ezio in the eyes, tears streaming down her cheeks, “Ti amo così tanto, idiota!” she hugged the shirt tightly to her and cried in the fabric. She would’ve continued for a long time, but Ezio gently grabbed her chin, tilted up, and pressed his lips against hers, making her become wide eyed. Ezio released the kiss and smiled small at (y/n).

“You’re right (y/n), I am an idiota, I’m sorry you had to suffer through all that, I’m sorry that i was so blind. To tell you the truth, ti amo troppo.”

“Eh? Really?”

“Si, for a while now actually, I was just worried that I might ruin the friendship to the most wonderful woman in all of Italy.” (y/n) smiled weakly through her tears.

“You had nothing to worry about, idiota. T-ti amo.”

“Ti amo troppo.” Ezio and (y/n) shared another kiss, this time with (y/n) kissing back. He hand dropped the shirt as she cupped Ezio’s face, deepening the kiss. While she was distracted, Ezio placed his hands on her waist and slowly led her towards the bed, where he gave her a gentle shove on top of it.

“Ehi! What’s the big idea?” (y/n) said, covering her exposed breast with her arms.

“I’m quite exhausted from today (y/n),” Ezio said, undoing his bracers, belts, and removing most of his assassin uniform, leaving him with just his undershirt and pants, “I was hoping you’d be able to help me relax.” (y/n) face was in the darkest shade of crimson.

“I . . . . .I . .”

“Oh come on now bello,” he climbed onto the bed, towering over (y/n), with the sexiest smirk (y/n)’s ever seen, “You know you want to~.”


It seems, I’ve finally found the diamond in the rough.

My diamond in the rough.