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24 December 2010 @ 10:13 am
"Green Around the Gills" 1/1  
Title: "Green Around the Gills"
Fandom: Assassin's Creed 2
Pairing: None
Rating: PG
Spoilers: None
A/N: AC kink meme fill, originally posted here. Just a bit of silliness I got inspired to do in-between other prompts.

Prompt: Leonardo considered himself more of a scientist than an artist, the study of the human body (inside and out) was his passion. Requesting that Ezio isn't quite so enthusiastic about his studies and walks in on Leo performing an autopsy, rummaging around in some guy's chest cavity.

Our mighty assassin may get a little sick if anon wishes, but mostly I just want Ezio trying to (and failing to) carry on a conversation with an open dead body between him and Leonardo with our lovely artist being so casual it's almost weird.

“Leonardo?” Ezio called as he shut the door of the Venice workshop and paused, listening for a response. “Hello?”

After a moment, there was a muffled reply of, “Ezio?”

It sounded like it had come from one of the rooms toward the back so Ezio started in that direction, but as he moved through the main workspace, he noticed a foul stench lingering in the air.

Merda! Leonardo, what is that smell?”

There was no reply this time but the closer he got to finding his friend, the stronger the smell grew. When he finally pushed aside a curtain to find a small room he'd never been to before, he discovered Leonardo standing with his back to the doorway, bending over a table. A pair of legs stuck out on his right, a head on his left, and Ezio realized with a grimace it was one of the bodies his friend collected for “science”. He hesitated, not really wanting to move closer, although he could see from here the body was not decayed enough to be the cause of the smell. He glanced around the room but aside from a few tables with various papers and medical tools spread out, there was no source in sight. He tried to breathe through his mouth but that just made the smell stick in his throat and he coughed lightly. Leonardo half-turned from what he was doing to smile over his shoulder.

“Ah, Ezio, I thought that was you. I am sorry about the smell today. It seems I let myself get distracted by other projects and the previous cadaver, um, ‘soured’.” He picked up a small bottle that sat on the table beside the body and held it out. “I have these smelling salts, if you’d like. A whiff should last you for a little while. Unfortunately, it is rather difficult to air out this room since there are no windows.”

Still breathing shallowly, Ezio started forward to take the bottle from his friend then froze when he saw more of the body, which was quite clearly male.

“Leonardo, he’s—it's—where are the clothes?” he sputtered. The painter, still holding out the bottle of smelling salts, gave him a confused look.

“I would think the dead have no need for clothes,” he said. Ezio, uncomfortable not only because of the cadaver's presence but also its naked state, tore his gaze away to look at Leonardo. The man continued to watch him with blank puzzlement so Ezio just snatched the proffered bottle, scowling.

“Even the dead deserve some respect,” he muttered and held the uncorked bottle up to his nose. The scent of ammonia was so sharp it burned and he felt his eyes watering in response, but at least it overrode the previous smell of decay. He handed the salts back and almost thought he saw a smile tugging at Leonardo’s lips as the man turned back to the body on his table.

“I have a great deal of respect for the dead, Ezio; after all, they are what allow me to learn more about the human body.” Ezio recognized the start of one of Leonardo’s rambling monologues with an inward sigh. “Did you know that the heart, once thought to be a well for the ‘vital spirit’, is really no more than a muscle? All the blood in the body passes through it—for reasons I have yet to discover—and as it contracts, the blood is pushed throughout the multitude of veins we have.” He frowned down at his table. “There is so much to learn and yet I fear I am held back either by my tools or my ignorance. Still, I cannot stop until I—Ezio?”

Unable to deny his curiosity as his friend spoke, Ezio had crept closer to see what exactly Leonardo was doing with the cadaver. But as he'd peered around his friend's shoulder and saw the gaping hole in the chest, he'd immediately regretted his decision. Leonardo had cut open and pulled back the flesh, revealing the whitish gleam of the ribcage and the red glisten of organs beneath. Ezio instantly felt the blood drain from his face and knew it was obvious even with his hood up. He felt frozen in place, afraid to step back lest his suddenly weak knees buckle and unable to look away from the horror on the table. He'd seen blood and wounds before—he'd inflicted plenty on his enemies—but it was usually hidden by clothes or armor. He'd never seen anything quite so gory and as his stomach twisted unpleasantly, he swallowed hard and tasted bile.

“Are you all right, my friend? You look ill all of the sudden.” Leonardo, his expression creased with concern, stepped in close and thankfully blocked the sight of the table. With the hypnotic spell broken, Ezio let out a shaky breath as Leonardo pressed a wrist to his forehead. “You feel a little cool.”

“I’m fine,” Ezio said, trying to smile and knowing how shaky it must have looked. “Really. I think I will leave you, though, since you are…busy.” When Leonardo stepped back with a slight frown, Ezio kept his gaze focused on worried blue eyes, avoiding the sight just past the man's shoulder.

“Are you sure? I was just getting ready to take out the heart to do some drawings. It’s really quite amazing, even when not in motion.” Leonardo’s expression brightened with his eagerness to continue and Ezio stared at him. There was something wrong with a person who was excited to pull organs from a dead body, but then Ezio had long known his friend was not like other men. An image of Leonardo flashed into his mind, hands bloodied to the wrist as he smiled and held out a lump of red meat, and Ezio grit his teeth against another wave of nausea.

“No, grazie,” he managed to get out, already already taking a step back. “I will come to see you later.” As the acrid ammonia began to wear off and the smell of rot returned, Ezio fled the room, a hand pressed to his stomach as it clenched in warning. Leonardo watched him go, bewildered, then shrugged and went back to his table. Best to get back to work before this specimen also 'soured'.