A/N: Well, it's been quite a long time since I have written fanfiction. This is based on a dream I had a while back, and I thought the story was kind of fitting for Zidane and Dagger, so I decided, what the heck, why not have a go at a fanfiction. Hope this will be a good, light read and you'll come back for more! I just love this couple.
A Prologue
The boss was serious. To think after ten years, raising this orphaned child, practically becoming a father, spilling his words of wisdom, showing his ways of life, he would disown the young thief.
Of course, there were always the times where the boss disapproved. He would be angry that the young blonde would deviate from the plan during a big heist, angry that the boy showed no speck of gratitude and would call his old man a lousy role model, so angry that sometimes he would smack the boy upside his head. The boss was getting older though, and his patience was running thin. After the boy had grabbed some of the gang's hard earned (well, if stealing can be considered 'hard earned') money to buy some of Lindblum's most finely cut and arranged flowers for a cute girl, the boss had had enough.
The large and jolly man, who was not looking so jolly at this particular moment, sat the boy down one evening. After a short conversation which quickly escalated into a heated argument, he rose to his feet, planting a powerful fist firmly into the table and shouted in a rough and booming voice, "Git out, and don'tchyou show yer sorry face here agin, boy!"
And the boy did not. He hitched a ride on a cargo ship that would take him far away, somewhere in which nobody knew his name or face. The quiet and rustic town of Alexandria would do. Surely they were in need of a little stirring up, some nice action. The young thief rubbed his hands together in anticipation. He imagined what kind of rare and luxurious treasures he may find in an old castle town.
"What be bringin' yous to Alexandria, youngin'?"
The voice from a worker on the ship awoke him from his day dream. The boy kicked his feet up and smiled.
"Ah, y'know. Just a little change of scenery. Gonna find me a new job!"
"That so? What ye do back in good ol' Lindblum?"
The worker let out a heave and a grunt as he took one of the boxes down to have a seat on. The boy thought to himself for a moment.
"Delivery. Movin' things from one place to another," he gave the worker a wink, although he was the only one who understood the irony of his answer. The worker spent the rest of the evening describing the beauty of Alexandria to the boy. In the morning, he would arrive at his destination to start a new chapter in his life.