Desmond's POV

The school day goes pretty smoothly until art class, which is right before lunch. I heard that we had a guest artist today, and I'm pretty curious about who it is.

We arrive in art class and sit down, the assassins fidgeting. My art teacher, Ms. Della, is standing at the front of the class and grinning.

"Class, today we have a guest artist from Italy! His name is Mr. Vince!"

A man in a normal grey t-shirt, jeans and a black jacket walks to the front of the class, looking a slight bit uncomfortable in his own skin.

The rest of the class looks pretty normal, but the assassins and I look at each other in shock.

What could Vince be short for?

Da Vinci perhaps?

Ezio stares at him and Vince looks back for a second, a look of apology on his face.

"Desmond, we need to speak to "Mr. Vince" afterward," he mutters.

"I know."

At the end of a very educational art class, Ezio drags Mr. Vince into the hallway.

"What are you doing here?" he growls.

"While trying to fix that machine, it "jinxed" again, according to the assistant, Lucy. Malik is here too, but he's back at the office," Vince says.

"Leonardo da Vinci, this is Desmond Miles. We're his ancestors," Edward says.

"Malik is here?" Altaïr says, his face falling.

"Hi Leo," I say.

"Malik is here?" Altaïr repeats.

"Yes, Malik is here! Now it's lunchtime, so you need to go be a teacher and we need to be students. See you at the end of the day," I say. Leonardo nods and I take the assassins to the cafeteria with our lunches.

When we get to the cafeteria, we start eating.

"I can't believe the machine jinxed again," Connor says.

"It's called the Animus," I say.

"I can't believe Malik is here," Altaïr says, stabbing his pudding cup with his hidden blade.

"You still have that on?!" I exclaim, looking around for teachers.

"Yeah..." Altaïr says as he wipes the blade clean and retracts it.

"All we need to do is get through this day and we'll be free," Edward says.

"Yeah!" Connor says.

"Unfortunately not. There's more than one day of school in a week," I say sadly.

"Really!? This age sucks!" Ezio says.

"Yeah."

Throughout lunchtime, I try to convince Ezio not to assassinate the teachers and attempt to get Altaïr to put his blades away. After lunch, we suffer through the last few periods of school and finally head back to the office with Leonardo.

What a day.

A/N: LEONARDO!!