Chapter Three

Zidane

"I'm going," I announced, sliding down a pipe and onto the cobblestone pavement below.

It's no use watching a play when you couldn't even make out the words the actors are saying. It's like trying to be someone you're just not.

"Zidane, wait up!" Blank called out, landing on a spot beside me. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing, really." I said, pushing past the crowds, no real destination in mind. "I couldn't concentrate, that's all."

I could hear Blank sigh behind me. "You gotta face it, Zidane. You can't go on running away from all your problems all the time."

"I-"

*WHAM!*

"Oh, shit!" Someone cried out in pain.

It was Dagger.

"Here," I offered, extending an arm. I didn't see her coming and so we both ended up colliding into each other. "I'm really sorry I didn't see you coming and I-"

"I'm fine," She insisted, recovering from the collision.

I shifted uneasily on the spot of where I stood. I hadn't counted on talking to her; much less bump into her after all the things that had happened between the two of us.

"So, what's up with you?" I asked. I know it must've sounded really lame but I'm really desperate for a conversation.

"Oh, nothing much." She answered, avoiding my gaze. "What about you?"

"Pretty much the same as yours," I said. "Nothing much ever happens around here."

She chuckled softly, her face brightening up. "You've changed not one bit, Zidane."

"I've missed you, Dagger." I confessed.

"I-I don't know what to say,"

*Awkward silence*

"Well, I'd better get going now." She said, turning away. "Kuja's waiting."

"Yeah,"

She went on her way, her hair gleaming in the last rays of the setting sun.

I was about to turn away when an envelope that lay on the ground where Dagger once stood caught my eye.

I picked it up and was about to call out her name when I realized that she was

gone.