A/N: Hey there, this is the first thing I've written in about a million years, so I apologise in advance. This first chapter is pretty short, more of an intro. The rest will be greater in length (hopefully X3) This story will contain shounen ai romance, so if you don't like that sort of thing then don't read. Constructive criticism is welcomed and more probably than not needed =_=,
Disclaimer: Don't own nothing' cap'n.
Moonlight fell across the courtyard, providing the sole source of illumination for the figure that clung to the shadows of an old oak tree. Clear blue eyes watched intently from the safety of darkness; observing the guard who was deep in sleep at his post. There was a moment of absolute stillness, where even the wind seemed to be holding it's breath; before the figure dashed towards the main building and leaped up the drainpipe. The guard did not even stir, the thief's feet had barely made a sound as they'd darted across the ground. Said thief had now made his way up to a second floor window and had pulled out a small blade. He jammed it into the lock and forced it open after a moments struggle. A sigh of relief escaped his lips as he quietly pulled up the window and sneaked inside.
Zidane slid his dagger back into it's sheath beneath his coat and quickly assessed his surroundings. He was obviously in a bedroom, the huge four-poster bed revealed as much. The room screamed luxury, silk sheets, extravagant furniture; he'd definitely chosen the right place to rob. A grin lit up his face as he approached the dresser. There was a vanity set made out of silver and inlaid with jewels, and next to them a very expensive looking lamp. Jackpot. The youth was quickly snapped out of his reverie as a set of loud voices came from downstairs.
"Where the hell did he go? Search the rooms, he couldn't have got far!"
"You lot, make sure the perimeter is secured!"
Shit. He'd been found out, but how? He quickly puzzled over what his mistake had been as his eyes darted back over to the window. He couldn't risk going back out the same way, he'd have to escape using different means. There was the sound of heated conversation between numerous male individuals again, Zidane paused to listen.
"Hey Rizch, you got him pretty good earlier, you don't think he's dead do you?" The man laughed nastily. "Although I gotta say the boss would be pissed, we were ordered to bring him in alive."
Wait, what? He hadn't been injured, he hadn't even run into anyone else this night. Up until now everything had been going smoothly. Could it be…it wasn't him but someone else they were after? Zidane frowned, it didn't make sense for another thief to be here; the guild wouldn't have sent two separate operators to the same location, and any unregistered thieves were dealt with very harshly. No, this had to be something else.
Slowly, he made his way out into the hallway, luckily the plush carpet cushioned his footsteps even more as he crept towards one of the other rooms further down the hall. Going downstairs at the moment was definitely a bad idea, he didn't want to run into the owners of those voices. He gently twisted the doorknob, wincing as it made a small 'click', and cautiously entered the room. Upon doing so he immediately sensed something amiss. Most people would have called it paranoia, but a life on the streets had given Zidane a knack for discerning trouble.
Through the open window the moonlight fell onto the floor, illuminating a trail of blood which led to... Zidane's stomach lurched as his gaze fell upon a slim pale hand, laying motionless as it peeked out from behind the large bed.