Once again, I apologize for not updating Peaches And Cream. I have major writers block on it, and I'm stumped as to what I should put in it. So here's something else I've been working on. I'm pretty happy with it, but the prologue is kind of iffy. Whatever, just enjoy.
Disclaimer: I don't own Final Fantasy 9, Square does. If I did own it, Zidane and Garnet would have kissed at least once.
He set down his spyglass and smiled. His tail twitched anxiously as he watched his target disappear. Black cloak billowing in the cool wind that blew across the lake, he stood up in his stolen rowboat.
Stolen, like most things he owned.
Zidane Tribal was the most notorious thief in the kingdom of Alexandria, and as of yet had never been thwarted. In fact, no one even knew what the face under the infamous black hood looked like, and were completely unaware of the fact that he walked among them in broad daylight, even with his trademark tail wagging 24/7. Though he was the most wanted criminal in the kingdom, he had been accepted by the general populace as a fact of life, mostly because he took pity on those who had little to call their own, and only stole from those with wealth to spare.
In spite of himself, he chuckled at this thought. What was he? Some sort of fairytale hero? He shook these pointless thoughts from his head. He didn't have time to be thinking about such trivial things. This was his most daring heist, and he couldn't afford to make his first mistake now. Not when the punishment for stealing this particular treasure would be death.
He grabbed his oars and quietly rowed toward the castle. Once he hit the shore, he slung a large, empty sack over his shoulder and stepped out of the boat. He slipped between the trees and bushes of the castle's lush landscape like a liquid shadow. Finally, he came to a stop behind a large oak tree that stood to the side of one of the many entrances to the palace. Peeking around the edge of it to see how well the entrance was guarded tonight, he smirked as he saw that there was only one soldier.
Bending over and picking up a rock, Zidane threw it hard at another tree that stood a few yards away. As the solitary guard ran to investigate the sound, the thief dashed silently through the entrance and up the stairs that lay directly in front of him. His cloak flared out behind him as he slid in and out of the flickering shadows cast by the many torches hanging on the stone walls. He knew exactly where he was going. He had read and reread a stolen map of a castle, and by now had it completely memorized. This was a very good thing, seeing as even the soft sound of rustling paper could attract unwanted attention.
As he neared his destination, the young man drew his dagger and gripped it tightly, knowing full well that in this particular section of the castle the security would become much tighter, and for good reason. After all, who knew what kind of lowlifes might try to sneak into the bedchambers of Princess Garnet?
Heh. So now you know what he's planning to steal. So, you like it? I'm aware that it isn't as good as it could be, but trust me, it'll get better. Review, people! I can't improve if I don't know what you like and don't like about my writing. I'm BEGGING you! No one EVER reviews my stories! Change that, PLEASE! Reviews make me a very happy kitty. But don't flame me. Flame me and I'll hunt you down and turn you into an oglop.