Loud Assassin

Chapter 1

So, here's a weird idea for a crossover. But hey, I've never strayed away from weirdness before. So why not try this. Now, since I have nothing really to explain... Let's kick it up!

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The night was cold and the stars were hidden behind the clouds as an elderly man walked through the streets of a small Michigan town before arriving a slightly disheveled two story house before walking in to find a blond woman in a red sweater crying in to the chest of man with thinning brown hair wearing a green sweater.

"Rita." The elderly man said as he put his hand on the woman's shoulder before she looked up at him.

"Dad." Rita said before leaping in to the arms of the man. "It's been over a month since the accident and Lisa is still no closer to finding out about what happened to him and now... Now she can barely stand up. She's not eating or sleeping." She said as her tears began to soak her father's shirt.

"Get the girls. All of them. There's something you all need to see." Rita's father said, getting an inquisitive look from his daughter. "Trust me." He said.

"Lynn, do what he said." Rita instructed as her husband nodded before going up stairs and bringing down ten girls of varying ages before all of them were piled in to a beat up van.

"Give me the keys, Lynn." Rita's father instructed.

"Sure thing, Al." Lynn replied before handing the keys to Rita's father as the two of them entered the van and began to drive.

After a short drive, Al stopped outside of an abandoned warehouse, gaining raised eyebrows from the family.

"Um. Pop Pop. What exactly are we doing here?" Asked a seventeen year old blonde girl asked in confusion as Al led the group to a wall that had a small indent on the wall.

"This is why, Lori." Al said before he pulled out a ring with symbol inside a diamond shape resembling an A before putting it on and and using it as a key to spin the symbol right side up on the wall before it slid down to reveal a room with several computer severs a large amount of weapons and most importantly, a chair that was connected to a computer.

"What is this place?" Asked a four year old girl with brown hair wearing a green sweater, brown pants, and black rimmed glasses.

"Well Lisa, For hundreds of years, our family has been a part of secret order that has protected humanity's freedom. We're called the 'Assassins'." Al said before gaining looks of shock from his entire family bar Rita.

"You literally can not be serious right now." Lori said.

"Actually, he is." Rita confirmed before looking over to her father. "What I don't understand is why you're telling them now of all times with everything going on." She brought up as Al walked over to the chair.

"This is the Animus. It's a device that lets someone see in to lives of a strait line ancestor. I was telling a friend of mine in the Brotherhood and he told me about a bit of a coincidence and I decided to see if it was even was one." Al said.

"What are you talking about?" Rita asked before Al pressed in some keys on a keyboard before a video began to play that showed the four year old in the bedroom she shared with her infant sister.

"I went in to the Animus to confirm this hunch." Al said before the four year old caught on to what the other eleven were watching.

"Oh my god." Rita said as the penny dropped for her as well, seeing the memory of the two blonde twins that were standing next to her run in while arguing about something before bumping in to a small arch that the four year old had been working on before a series of sparks suddenly began surging around it. After that, a large explosion occurred before in a bright flash of light, the person having the memory woke up in a candle lit room before. He then looked to see a brunette girl who was clad in a dress that seemed to be in the style of the Italian Renaissance.

"Oh. Sei sveglio." The girl said in a Italian.

"I'm sorry. But I can't understand you." The boy said before the girl got a confused look to the girl's face before she left the room. The boy then slowly got up and looked outside a window to see people in Renaissance era clothing walking down the stone streets. 'Lisa's time machine. It worked. I'm in the past." He thought before hearing a noise as brown haired man in his forties walked in.

"Hello there." The man spoke in perfect English. "You took quite a blow to the head." He said before the boy felt his head to find bandages wrapped around it. "My name is Giovanni Auditore. Can you tell me yours?" He asked.

'Okay. I'm stuck in the fifteenth century in Italy. My actual last name might be a little strange to them. I guess I'll just have to use Pop Pop's.' The boy thought before answering. "My name is Lincoln Dorian."

From there the memory cut off.

"Wait what happened after that?" Asked a brunet girl in rocker attire asked.

"I don't know. I'm a bit too old to use the Animus for too long. That's why I brought all of you here." Al explained as Rita gained an extremely subtle look of curiosity on her face.

"Okay, I'll do it." A young girl in gothic clothing said as she stepped forward.

"No, way Lucy! I should be the one to do it." A brunet girl wearing a red jersey with a white 1 on it argued.

"Me and Lola are the ones who got Lincoln stuck in the past! I should be one of us!" The overall clad twin exclaimed with her dress clad sister agreeing.

"While I can appreciate your sense of responsibility, It was my machine that caused our brother to end up in the way he did. It should be me." Lisa reasoned.

"Girls, that's enough." Rita said before looking to Lucy. "Lucy will be the one to go in first. Then the rest of you can take turns." She said, gaining reluctant nods from the rest of her daughters as Lucy walked to the Animus and lied down before Al gave her pantomimed instructions for her to mover her arm in to a cylindrical part of the device on her right and moved a part of the device over head.

"Okay. So the this works is that you are sort of in the drivers seat. You can bend a little on how you want to do things. But if you do anything that Lincoln would not do. It can cause you get violently kicked out." Al explained.

"I got it." Lucy responded as she tried to steady to her breathing.

"I'll turn on instructions to help if you need them and I'll also turn on the translator and subtitles for everyone here who doesn't speak Italian." Al said as he pressed in some keys before wishing his granddaughter luck and activating the machine.

As the Animus hummed to life, Lucy found herself standing in a white void.

"Pop Pop?" Lucy called out as she looked up.

"We're right here, honey. You don't need to shout. What you're seeing right now is pretty much a loading screen." Al explained. "Alright, I'm loading you in to Lincoln's teenage years. That looks like the safest set of memories." He said.

"I understand." Lucy confirmed before lines of code began to rise up as a large city formed around Lucy as her body switched to that of a white haired teenage boy in an orange shirt, a black vest, grey pants, and black boots standing next to a black haired boy in a similar outfit which was white where Lincoln's was orange.

"Insieme toviamo la vittoria! (Together we find victory!)" The black haired young man next to Lincoln called as the group before the two of them cheered. "Silenzio (silence), my friends. Silenzio." He said before he began to to explain why they were there. "Do you know what brings us here tonight? Honor! Viari De Pazzi slanders my family's name and forces his own miseries upon us. If we..." He continued to say before a stone was thrown at his feet.

"Enough of your nonsense, grullo (idiot)!" Shouted a young man wearing a black outfit and buret shouted as he and his own gang approached.

"Buonasara (good evening), Viari. I am surprised to see you. I thought the Pazzi always had others do their dirty work." The black haired boy quipped.

"It is your family that calls upon the guard at the slightest hints of trouble. You have no hope of handling this." Viari said in rage.

"Your sister didn't seem to mind the 'handling' I gave her last night." Lincoln's companion quiped before Viari threw another stone, this time hitting the black haired boy in the mouth.

"Ezio!" Lincoln called before he went to look at his companion's lip. "Oh you're gonna pay for that one." He said as he rushed forward as two of Viari's goons came at him only for him to deck the first one before moving under the punch of the second before delivering a strong uppercut in to his jaw.

Ezio was quick to recover upon seeing one of Viari's thugs coming from behind Lincoln before he rushed in to knock him out only to leave himself open to another one who was quickly dispatched by the sudden appearance of a brown haired man around the age of nineteen who quickly knocked out the thug.

"Frederico? What are you doing here?" Ezio asked.

"I came to see if my baby brothers had learned how to fight." Frederico jokingly responded as Ezio grabbed one of Viari's men and headbutted him as Lincoln slammed another one in to the railing of the stone bridge they were.

"And, what's the verdict?" Lincoln quipped with a playful shrug.

"You both have style. But never forget the importance of endurance. Come let us finish this." Frederico said before the three of them quickly despatched the several remaining members of Viari's men before the man himself turned and ran.

Ezio was about to give chase only for Frederico to grab him by the shoulder. "What are you doing? We've almost won this." He said before Frederico pointed the cut on his lip from where Viari threw the rock. "Just a scratch." He dismissed.

"Let the doctor decide that." Frederico said.

"I agree. Besides, guys like Viari alway slink away and hide when they are shown to be outmatched." Lincoln said before walking to the downed men as Ezio nodded.

"Fine. But I have no money for this doctor of yours." Ezio pointed out.

"Wasted it on women and wine?" Frederico asked with a smirk.

"I would hardly call it a waste. Lend me some florins, then. Unless you have done the same." Ezio said, returning the smirk to his older brother as the two of them shared a laugh.

"Thankfully for us." Lincoln said before he stood up and tossed a small bag to Ezio. "Viari apparently payed his men in advance." He said as the three of them shared a laugh.

A short while later, the doctor finished up patching Ezio's lip.

"He says it is going to leave a scar." Ezio said in a frustrated voice.

"I wouldn't worry. Scars add character." Lincoln said. "Besides, any change to your face is an improvement." He quipped.

"Cazzone (dickhead)." Ezio said before giving Lincoln a playful jab on the shoulder which was quickly returned.

"Va bene (okay). That's enough. We should probably get home. Father is sure to be wondering where we are." Frederico said.

"Good point. I would rather avoid a lecture." Ezio said before an idea hit Lincoln.

"Well, before that, how about a little race?" Lincoln asked, gaining intrigued looks from the two brothers.

"What did you have in mind?" Frederico asked before Lincoln gestured to a tower that was connected to a nearby church. The three of them then quickly planned out and executed their routes, Federico going left while Ezio and Lincoln climbed right up the wall, the latter of them being winning the race by a single second. Lincoln then let out a sigh as he took a look out at Florence.

"It is a good life we lead." Lincoln said with a content smile.

"The best. May it never change." Ezio said as he placed his hand on Lincoln's right shoulder.

"And may it never change us." Frederico said as he put his hand on Lincoln's left shoulder as the three of them continued to take in the sight, not suspecting for a moment that very soon, everything was about to change.

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Well, there you go, guys. I hope you enjoyed this opening chapter. Now, one thing before I go, the pairing. The way I see it there are only two real options for Lincoln here. Claudia or Rosa. Please leave your thoughts on that on that or the fic itself in Reviews or PMs and until next time and as always... Keep on keeping on.