Sorry it took so long! Its harder than it looks to write more than one
fanfiction at once! Anyway, I plan to have at least one chapter up each
week (preferably two, but I'm aiming low for now).
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Treno
"Gate's could use some oil" commented Zidane, as he wandered into the city of Treno. Only two days ago had he left Pops and headed to Treno. Considering his size and age, it was pretty good time. Especially since it seemed he was getting attacked by monsters every minute. Who knew how high his level was now, the daggers were worth their weight in gold!
The courtyard broke into two paths, and Zidane pondered on which to go down.
"Pops said the waterfront might be a good place to start" he remembered, and his eyes caught a glimpse of water from the right path. "Guess I'll go down there."
* * *
"Hey watch it!" shouted Zidane, being roughly pushed by an older boy with four arms. He'd only been walking a few minutes, but everyone seemed to be hitting him.
Just then, he realised his belt was considerably lighter than before. Glancing down, he realised the small pouch with the Gil he had gotten from Aggie and the monsters was gone!
His head whirled round, and he saw the boy that had shoved him running away, Zidane's pouch in his hands.
"Hey!" shouted Zidane. "Give that back!"
Backtracking, he sped after the boy, not even paying attention to where he was going.
* * *
The thief was amazed at the younger boys stamina. He'd been running for a good while, and was starting to tire. But the tailed kid didn't even look out of breath! What was he made of?
* * *
Zidane's eyes followed the boy as he turned and ran down stairs just opposite a large tower. As Zidane reached the stairs, he spotted the boy running past a café, and heading towards a large building.
Zidane scowled, and darted down the stairs. "Give me my Gil!"
The boy didn't even glance back. Instead, he ran into the building, Zidane in fast pursuit.
* * *
"Dark matter? Oh yes, it's the main attraction."
"I personally am after the elixir."
"You should try recommending items to him."
In the lower floor, nobles discussed the items on show, but Zidane merely paid attention to the four armed teen in front of him. The boy darted into a door, and shouted something inaudible.
Suddenly, the door opened, and Zidane stopped in his tracks. The four armed boy had re-emerged, but not alone. A huge man, his belt decorated with various weapons, and scars covering every inch of his body joined him.
"So . . ." he started. "You're the punk who won't leave my gang members alone. Let me teach you a lesson in manners . . ."
The man lunged at the tailed boy, unsheathing a monstrous sword. Any normal boy would have been scewered. But instincts and acute timing saved him. Zidane jumped onto the barrier, balancing on the thin wooden wall. However, he didn't notice the four armed boy jump at him, until he was knocked back, and went plummeting down.
* * *
"What the?"
"OH NO! That was a genuine Phoenix feather pillow! It was worth thousands!"
"Forget that! He obliterated those antique quill pens. The ink alone is worth 100 gil a mililitre!"
"For something made from feathers, it sure is hard" muttered Zidane, clutching his head. Around him were reddish feathers, floating gently to the ground. Underneath him was an embroidered rag, and several other . . . destroyed items which he had accidently fallen on. Not to mention his face and clothes were dotted with the blue liquid one noble was screeching about.
Zidane looked up. The two thieves were making a hasty retreat, and had ever reason to do so, as several guards of Treno barged into the building, after hearing the outraged nobles.
Zidane gulped, and jumped off his perch. Darting into the crowd, he attached himself to one man, and walked out, hidden by the mans robes. After he was a good distance from the building, he darted away and into the shadows.
He collasped to the ground, and sighed heavily. Now he was tired, bruised, and penniless. He could have just stayed on that beach, and been in the same position he was in now.
"Ohh" a voice said. "You're hurt aren't you?"
Zidane looked up. A girl, probably not much older than the four armed boy, was staring at him. She was wearing a long pink silk dress, and had long blonde hair, framed by a huge flowery hat. Knowing that his clothes were in tatters, he hadn't washed in days, and was covered in ink, definitely didn't make Zidane feel that great in this girls presence. Silently, he nodded, and stood up.
"Is there something you want?" he asked curiously, tail twitching.
The girl blinked in surprise. "Why do you have a tail?"
Zidane sighed. Okay, he had a tail. How many people were going to make that remark. He'd just chased a guy with four arms halfway across Treno, and he'd seen giant rats wearing strange outfits crossing the misty plains in his journey. If his tail was weird, then most of Gaia must be real freaks!
But the girl didn't seem to have the same reaction as most people (a rather confused look). "That is so cute!" she said, bringing her hands to her cheeks, as if he'd just complimented her.
Zidane cocked his head. "What is?" he asked, confused.
"That . . . That look!" she answered. "The tail, twitching all the time, the hair, the eyes, the innocent expression. Oh I could just eat you up with a spoon!"
Zidane slowly started to back away. This girl was just seemed to have a few scews loose. But the girl kept staring at him. She snapped her fingers, and a well dressed men was by her side in an instant. "Yes Miss Feoh?"
The girl pointed at the bedraggled boy. "What's your name?" she asked.
"Uh, Zidane" he answered.
"Ooh. Even his name's cute!" she giggled. "Gifu. Take Zidane home and clean him up. That's an order."
"Yes Miss Feoh" the man answered.
Zidane blinked in confusion as the girl smiled. "I'm Miss Beorc Feoh. I saw your stunt at the auction room, so I followed you. But don't worry, I'm not going to turn you in. You're far too cute for that!"
* * *
Zidane sat on the four poster bed, still trying to figure out how he got there. The men, twice the age of the girl, had carried out her orders, tending to his cuts and bruises, and cleaning him up. But then, Beorc had dragged him all over the house, treating him like her own personal doll, which was why he was now wearing the most disgusting outfit ever woven . . . although the lace ribbon was a nice touch.
Just then, Gifu came in.
"I see her lordship has put you through her paces" he joked, and placed some new, less obvious clothes on the bed. "Since you'll be leaving soon, I figured you'd like something you could wear in public."
Zidane nodded. "Thanks."
As Gifu turned to leave, Zidane called out to him. "Wait, could you answer something for me first?"
The man faced Zidane.
"Why do you follow Beorc's orders?" he asked. "I mean, you're twice her age, and probably smarter, no offence to her."
The servant looked at Zidane as if he'd just morphed into an Oglop. "Did you drop out of the stone-age kid? She's a noble, we're the lower class. She pays us to obey. They're all like that."
"So . . . nobles have a lot of money" Zidane said. "And those without are lower class?"
"Did you hit your head or something?" laughed Gifu, but stopped as Zidane nodded.
"All I remember was washing up on a beach" answered Zidane. "I only know what people have taught me since only a few days ago."
"Ouch" said the man. "Now that's gotta be confusing. Most kids your age only have to worry about what to spend their money on, or who to steal from next. You don't even know which!"
Gifu left, and Zidane changed into the simpler clothes. They were pale green, and looked familiar to the clothes he'd seen some people in Treno wear.
He turned to leave, but stopped. Hesitating for a moment, and dashed back to the bed and grabbed the shirt with the lace ribbon collar. He put it on underneath his other clothes, so that is just showed, and walked out the door. If anyone dared joke about it, he'd had his dagger to retaliate. Besides, he thought he had an idea on how to get money quick.
Beorc frowned as she saw Zidane walk down the stairs to leave.
"I wish my parents would let you stay" she grumbled.
Zidane took a deep breath. "Okay, here it goes" he thought.
"I know, its really too bad. I loved playing with you" Zidane smiled cheekily and twitched his tail, knowing how Beorc would react.
"Ooh!" she said, running up to him. "Stop doing that! You are so cute! Especially with the ribbon! You'll break so many hearts when you're older. You know that?"
As she embraced the young boy in a hug, Zidane quickly unclasped her necklace, and put it in his pocket. The girl hadn't noticed a thing.
"Well, I guess you have to go" sighed the girl, getting up after having to kneel.
"Aw . . ." moaned Zidane. "One more hug?"
Beorc smiled. "Oh stop that!" she said, but hugged him once again. And just as quickly, Zidane re-clasped the necklace. The girl didn't even flinch.
"Goodbye!" Zidane shouted, waving from outside, and ran into the dark alley. His hunch was right. If Beorc was like every other noble (which was what Zidane had decided after his conversation with Gifu), then most other noble girls would find the boys looks (facially and physically) too sweet. It would be an incredible lack of dignity, but it would get the girls distracted, so he could steal gil, or jewelery. It wasn't like they would miss it! Beorc would probably just have thought she'd lost the necklace, if he'd decided to keep it. But she HAD helped him out, in more ways than one, so he'd left her home with only the shirt, which she had let him keep.
* * *
Zidane heard laughing from one end of the alley. He watched as two noble girls walked passed. Smiling, he left the alley, and followed them. "Might as well start now!" he laughed to himself.
To be continued . . .
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This chapter was pretty much made up as I went along, but it seems to have worked out well! By the way, Gold Mage, did Beorc Feoh remind you of anyone (Zidane's taken! Let it go already! Stop trying to kidnap dagger! - only Gold Mage and Crystal Angel will know what I'm talking about, unless you've read Guardian's reviews). Girl of 1000 pasts should be up soon (in theory). R&R
In case you were wondering, I had major writers block for names, so I used the names of runes (they're sort of like tarot cards on wood). . . Beorc: Fertility Feoh: Wealth (So Beorc Feoh would probably mean female of wealth ^_^) Gifu: Giving and receiving
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Treno
"Gate's could use some oil" commented Zidane, as he wandered into the city of Treno. Only two days ago had he left Pops and headed to Treno. Considering his size and age, it was pretty good time. Especially since it seemed he was getting attacked by monsters every minute. Who knew how high his level was now, the daggers were worth their weight in gold!
The courtyard broke into two paths, and Zidane pondered on which to go down.
"Pops said the waterfront might be a good place to start" he remembered, and his eyes caught a glimpse of water from the right path. "Guess I'll go down there."
* * *
"Hey watch it!" shouted Zidane, being roughly pushed by an older boy with four arms. He'd only been walking a few minutes, but everyone seemed to be hitting him.
Just then, he realised his belt was considerably lighter than before. Glancing down, he realised the small pouch with the Gil he had gotten from Aggie and the monsters was gone!
His head whirled round, and he saw the boy that had shoved him running away, Zidane's pouch in his hands.
"Hey!" shouted Zidane. "Give that back!"
Backtracking, he sped after the boy, not even paying attention to where he was going.
* * *
The thief was amazed at the younger boys stamina. He'd been running for a good while, and was starting to tire. But the tailed kid didn't even look out of breath! What was he made of?
* * *
Zidane's eyes followed the boy as he turned and ran down stairs just opposite a large tower. As Zidane reached the stairs, he spotted the boy running past a café, and heading towards a large building.
Zidane scowled, and darted down the stairs. "Give me my Gil!"
The boy didn't even glance back. Instead, he ran into the building, Zidane in fast pursuit.
* * *
"Dark matter? Oh yes, it's the main attraction."
"I personally am after the elixir."
"You should try recommending items to him."
In the lower floor, nobles discussed the items on show, but Zidane merely paid attention to the four armed teen in front of him. The boy darted into a door, and shouted something inaudible.
Suddenly, the door opened, and Zidane stopped in his tracks. The four armed boy had re-emerged, but not alone. A huge man, his belt decorated with various weapons, and scars covering every inch of his body joined him.
"So . . ." he started. "You're the punk who won't leave my gang members alone. Let me teach you a lesson in manners . . ."
The man lunged at the tailed boy, unsheathing a monstrous sword. Any normal boy would have been scewered. But instincts and acute timing saved him. Zidane jumped onto the barrier, balancing on the thin wooden wall. However, he didn't notice the four armed boy jump at him, until he was knocked back, and went plummeting down.
* * *
"What the?"
"OH NO! That was a genuine Phoenix feather pillow! It was worth thousands!"
"Forget that! He obliterated those antique quill pens. The ink alone is worth 100 gil a mililitre!"
"For something made from feathers, it sure is hard" muttered Zidane, clutching his head. Around him were reddish feathers, floating gently to the ground. Underneath him was an embroidered rag, and several other . . . destroyed items which he had accidently fallen on. Not to mention his face and clothes were dotted with the blue liquid one noble was screeching about.
Zidane looked up. The two thieves were making a hasty retreat, and had ever reason to do so, as several guards of Treno barged into the building, after hearing the outraged nobles.
Zidane gulped, and jumped off his perch. Darting into the crowd, he attached himself to one man, and walked out, hidden by the mans robes. After he was a good distance from the building, he darted away and into the shadows.
He collasped to the ground, and sighed heavily. Now he was tired, bruised, and penniless. He could have just stayed on that beach, and been in the same position he was in now.
"Ohh" a voice said. "You're hurt aren't you?"
Zidane looked up. A girl, probably not much older than the four armed boy, was staring at him. She was wearing a long pink silk dress, and had long blonde hair, framed by a huge flowery hat. Knowing that his clothes were in tatters, he hadn't washed in days, and was covered in ink, definitely didn't make Zidane feel that great in this girls presence. Silently, he nodded, and stood up.
"Is there something you want?" he asked curiously, tail twitching.
The girl blinked in surprise. "Why do you have a tail?"
Zidane sighed. Okay, he had a tail. How many people were going to make that remark. He'd just chased a guy with four arms halfway across Treno, and he'd seen giant rats wearing strange outfits crossing the misty plains in his journey. If his tail was weird, then most of Gaia must be real freaks!
But the girl didn't seem to have the same reaction as most people (a rather confused look). "That is so cute!" she said, bringing her hands to her cheeks, as if he'd just complimented her.
Zidane cocked his head. "What is?" he asked, confused.
"That . . . That look!" she answered. "The tail, twitching all the time, the hair, the eyes, the innocent expression. Oh I could just eat you up with a spoon!"
Zidane slowly started to back away. This girl was just seemed to have a few scews loose. But the girl kept staring at him. She snapped her fingers, and a well dressed men was by her side in an instant. "Yes Miss Feoh?"
The girl pointed at the bedraggled boy. "What's your name?" she asked.
"Uh, Zidane" he answered.
"Ooh. Even his name's cute!" she giggled. "Gifu. Take Zidane home and clean him up. That's an order."
"Yes Miss Feoh" the man answered.
Zidane blinked in confusion as the girl smiled. "I'm Miss Beorc Feoh. I saw your stunt at the auction room, so I followed you. But don't worry, I'm not going to turn you in. You're far too cute for that!"
* * *
Zidane sat on the four poster bed, still trying to figure out how he got there. The men, twice the age of the girl, had carried out her orders, tending to his cuts and bruises, and cleaning him up. But then, Beorc had dragged him all over the house, treating him like her own personal doll, which was why he was now wearing the most disgusting outfit ever woven . . . although the lace ribbon was a nice touch.
Just then, Gifu came in.
"I see her lordship has put you through her paces" he joked, and placed some new, less obvious clothes on the bed. "Since you'll be leaving soon, I figured you'd like something you could wear in public."
Zidane nodded. "Thanks."
As Gifu turned to leave, Zidane called out to him. "Wait, could you answer something for me first?"
The man faced Zidane.
"Why do you follow Beorc's orders?" he asked. "I mean, you're twice her age, and probably smarter, no offence to her."
The servant looked at Zidane as if he'd just morphed into an Oglop. "Did you drop out of the stone-age kid? She's a noble, we're the lower class. She pays us to obey. They're all like that."
"So . . . nobles have a lot of money" Zidane said. "And those without are lower class?"
"Did you hit your head or something?" laughed Gifu, but stopped as Zidane nodded.
"All I remember was washing up on a beach" answered Zidane. "I only know what people have taught me since only a few days ago."
"Ouch" said the man. "Now that's gotta be confusing. Most kids your age only have to worry about what to spend their money on, or who to steal from next. You don't even know which!"
Gifu left, and Zidane changed into the simpler clothes. They were pale green, and looked familiar to the clothes he'd seen some people in Treno wear.
He turned to leave, but stopped. Hesitating for a moment, and dashed back to the bed and grabbed the shirt with the lace ribbon collar. He put it on underneath his other clothes, so that is just showed, and walked out the door. If anyone dared joke about it, he'd had his dagger to retaliate. Besides, he thought he had an idea on how to get money quick.
Beorc frowned as she saw Zidane walk down the stairs to leave.
"I wish my parents would let you stay" she grumbled.
Zidane took a deep breath. "Okay, here it goes" he thought.
"I know, its really too bad. I loved playing with you" Zidane smiled cheekily and twitched his tail, knowing how Beorc would react.
"Ooh!" she said, running up to him. "Stop doing that! You are so cute! Especially with the ribbon! You'll break so many hearts when you're older. You know that?"
As she embraced the young boy in a hug, Zidane quickly unclasped her necklace, and put it in his pocket. The girl hadn't noticed a thing.
"Well, I guess you have to go" sighed the girl, getting up after having to kneel.
"Aw . . ." moaned Zidane. "One more hug?"
Beorc smiled. "Oh stop that!" she said, but hugged him once again. And just as quickly, Zidane re-clasped the necklace. The girl didn't even flinch.
"Goodbye!" Zidane shouted, waving from outside, and ran into the dark alley. His hunch was right. If Beorc was like every other noble (which was what Zidane had decided after his conversation with Gifu), then most other noble girls would find the boys looks (facially and physically) too sweet. It would be an incredible lack of dignity, but it would get the girls distracted, so he could steal gil, or jewelery. It wasn't like they would miss it! Beorc would probably just have thought she'd lost the necklace, if he'd decided to keep it. But she HAD helped him out, in more ways than one, so he'd left her home with only the shirt, which she had let him keep.
* * *
Zidane heard laughing from one end of the alley. He watched as two noble girls walked passed. Smiling, he left the alley, and followed them. "Might as well start now!" he laughed to himself.
To be continued . . .
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This chapter was pretty much made up as I went along, but it seems to have worked out well! By the way, Gold Mage, did Beorc Feoh remind you of anyone (Zidane's taken! Let it go already! Stop trying to kidnap dagger! - only Gold Mage and Crystal Angel will know what I'm talking about, unless you've read Guardian's reviews). Girl of 1000 pasts should be up soon (in theory). R&R
In case you were wondering, I had major writers block for names, so I used the names of runes (they're sort of like tarot cards on wood). . . Beorc: Fertility Feoh: Wealth (So Beorc Feoh would probably mean female of wealth ^_^) Gifu: Giving and receiving