I finally found my notepad. this should have been up weeks ago but i lost it. seeing as it's the easter holidays though (as of now) i should be able to catch up to where i'm meant to be at. Sorry for the lateness. khawk

Zidane's arm had landed across her waist and with him busy pulling faces at Midnight so that the toddler wouldn't tell their mum he didn't look like he would be moving soon…

Journey?

Dagger sighed it was Sunday night and altogether a boring day. She thought back to yesterday 'Zidane wants to go to Cleyra. A long deserted town in one of the most dangerous places on the continent.' They had spent the rest of the afternoon racing each other across the assort course. Zidane always won, not only was he a fast runner but he had a tail that improved his balance, which Dagger found to be quite unfair. She really had found a true friend…for once, she no longer felt scared that her parents were leaving her here in Lindblum on her own anymore. She was actually glad to be rid of them.

A knock at the door brought her out of her musings. "Dagger, time for bed, lights out." Her mother's voice muffled through the oak door said. Dagger sighed and turned to the clock, it read 8:55.

Saturday Night…

Zidane turned away from Dagger's gate, Midnight fast asleep in his arms. He began his walk home through the brick paved streets in the failing light of the sunset thinking quietly to himself 'Cleyra, maybe this is our chance; maybe we can find the truth. Then again maybe I'm getting my hopes up over nothing. If the headmaster agrees and we do find something then…great! If he agrees and we don't then I still get to spend a few days with a gorgeous girl. If he doesn't agree well …I don't know what I'd do'

"Ziddy, watchu mumblin'?" The toddlers voice brought him the realisation that he was talking out loud. He shook his head "Nothing, nothing at all."

He opened the gate and went up the front garden path towards his front door. Carefully opening the door he entered the house and climbed the stairs to his sister's room. "Night Middy" he said looking back at her fast 'She looks like an angel when she is asleep but she is a devil when she is awake' he thought just before closing the door, the last sliver of light from the landing being locked out of the room.

"Fast asleep?" Zidane jumped. He turned nodding his head before walking passed his Mother and down the stairs dreading the approaching conversation his little sister had forced upon him just by believing Dagger was his girlfriend…Was? Is, he wished.

Zidane sat down at the kitchen table as Mrs Ryan put the kettle on. She took the seat opposite before asking, "So how long have you known Dagger?" He looked up at the middle aged woman and replied, "She's the new kid at school I was telling you about"

She nodded as she remembered, "She's such a beautiful girl." Zidane unconsciously nodded slightly as he mumbled "Yeah she is…and not just on the outside." Although he had known her for all of three days he was fast becoming best friends with her, that is if that weren't already. His mother stood from the table to brew the tea before retaking her seat. "I hope that's not the reason why you first talked to her?"

"Wha…No, her locker was next to mine and she saw me put my book in my locker. I talked to her because she showed an interest in the myth, because she looked at little lost and …I don't know, I just felt I had to."

His mum smiled and nodded "So what is she like?" Zidane knew this question was coming and he also knew where it was leading. Hopefully he could manage to sneak off to bed before it reached it that point. "She…She's quite shy, well extremely shy actually. She's not horrible to anybody even Martin who has taken a liking to her. She gets embarrassed easily; nearly everything I say turns her bright red. But I really like her"

"Did she get embarrassed when Martin was complimenting her?"

Zidane frowned "No she just said he gives her the creeps, why?" Instead of answering she stood and poured the tea out before handing him a steaming mug. He placed his hands around it warming them through the china. "So, got yourself a girlfriend yet?"

And there was the question he was dreading. He sighed and shook his head "No, I just don't like any girls that way, they're either totally superficial or their my friends" he looked up and so the hope die in his mother's eyes and hurriedly continued "Well…"he faltered staring at the cup in his hands. He knew she knew what he had been about to say, he had seen the hope relight in her eyes, and so found no reason to voice it out loud anyway, besides he didn't really want to admit it to himself, the feeling scared him a little.

"Well? Why don't you ask this 'well'?" She said with a smile.

Zidane sighed "Maybe." He downed the tea "Goodnight mum." And walked out of the kitchen only to turn back and ask "When is dad coming home?"