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So anyways. Heres chapter 4

One For The Money

Chapter 4

The Auction house itself was at one time a large mansion home, and for a long time that was all it was. One day, though, it came under a new mysterious owner after the death of the previous. It was under this owner when it was made into an auction house, though no one ever quite knew why. There were many things that were shrouded in mystery about this house.

Many people think that the new owners killed the previous in order to get the riches it held. They also theorized that the items auctioned once belonged to the murdered owners. Wether or not this was true never stopped the people from buying, though.

One popular mystery was the several sections and rooms that were sealed off from the public. The only souls that had the access to these places were the owners. Noblewomen would often gossip of things that could be behind the velvet curtains; gold, jews, items better than what was sold. Sometimes the gossip was of dark secrets, haunted rooms or even hiding places for the bodies.

Many thieves tried their luck to break in. Not many succeeded and the ones that did always left and never came back. One reason, some thought, was because of how big of a gamble the job was. One day security would be as tight as a fat noble's girdle. Other times it would be so lax a toddler could sneak in. Once in it was still a gamble; they would grumble about being jipped or cheer of the motherload they raked in.

But no matter what they still never went back.

Zidane Tribal happened to have been one of the lucky few that snuck in and reaped a good profit of his findings, but also never went beyond the curtain's again, speaking not a word why to anyone.

"...So if we take this roof here, and we jump and make it to this one there, we should be right at a third floor window...the windows are old fashioned and shouldn't be that hard to break open. With any luck there won't be too many guards on the third floor either." Zidane explained pointing up at the various places he had just mentioned.

Garnet nodded and asked, "What's on the third floor?"

"Not much. Junk that no one bought. Maybe a few things from past residence, too" He told her still looking over their entrance route.

"And the second?"

"That's usually where the owners of the House stay. They've got a full on house on the second floor. Kitchen, dinningroom, den, you name it."

"And the fourth?"

Zidane stopped for a second and looked to Garnet. "Don't worry about the fourth. There's no reason to visit it."

...odd. Garnet thought, but she let it go. They had more important things to worry about at the moment. Like how they were supposed to get onto the roof of the building Zidane was pointing to. She looked towards the roof and said,"Zidane, unless we both sprout wings in the next instance I don't see us getting up there."

She looked back to Zidane and saw him busy braking into a lock on a window to the building. She opened her mouth to stop him but she reminded herself it was probably the only way up so she walked over behind him and waited instead.

The thespian thief worked quickly and quietly with the precision of a master of his art. Garnet thought back and realized she had never actually seen him in action and marvled at how good he was at it and how natural he looked working. To him it really was an art, a craft mastered through hard work. She saw how much he enjoyed his art by the determination in his eyes and the smile curling on his lips.

It suddenly bewildered her to know he was going to give every bit of it up to be with her! Why would he do that?

Because he loves you. Garnet's consious told her. Now show him how much you love him by your support.

With a final click of the lock Zidane pushed open the window and crept inside. He motioned for Garnet to follow still asking her if she was willing to risk getting caught. She nodded with determination, thanks to her mind's advice, and stepped through the window.

The place was dark and as she looked around she saw it was a clothing shop. A very exspensive clothing shop. ah...that's why the lock took so long to brake.

She went to take a few steps but stoped dead as her heels made a loud click against the wooden floor. Zidane whipped around, drawing his dagger. Garnet put her hands up and mouth a silent sorry and gestured for him to wait.

She quickly slipped off her black high-heeled shoes she had worn with her gown. She gave an 'OK' gesture to Zidane who was now raising an eyebrow and struggling to hold back a laugh.

He turned back around after Garnet silently threatened to clock him on the head with one of them.

They sneaked past the shop and to a flight of stairs. Zidane turned and whispered to Garnet, "We're about to go up to where the shop owners live. Don't make a sound no matter what."

"How do you know?" She whispered back.

"He took a glance back at the stairs and answered, "I've broken into here before."

...oohhh that explains it, she thought to herself as they began the accent up to the shop owners home.

Zidane lead her through the sittingroom and into a hallway. With every step they took farther into the second floor, the faster Garnets heart started to beat. At the end of the hallway Garnet could see another flight of stairs she guessed went straight to the roof. She mentally sighed in relief, they were almost out.

Zidane signaled for them to stop just as he reached a doorway, without a word he quietly snuck passed and motioned for her to come. As she stepped halfway past the doorway a large deep-throated snore rang throughout the house. Garnet froze dead in her tracks. Her heart raced so fast she thought it would explode in her chest. She looked into the room and saw a burly man sleeping on a bed, next to the bed lay a broadsword. He turned over and snored again.

Garnet held her breath finding it painful to breath and despritly tried to quiet the butterflies violently pounding around in her stomach.

The man stirred and sat up. She heard the bed creak. Her lungs started to burn, her chest pounded, her mind screamed at her to move, but she could not.

Then...suddenly she felt something gently take hold of her hands and pull her foward. Her feet unlatched from the floor and stepped forward. She tore her eyes from the door way, and she saw Zidane looking at her; his eyes searched her worriedly.

There was another loud creak from the bedroom. Zidane lead her up the stairs quickly. Once they were on the roof Garnet let her breath go. She gasped the air several times as her heart rate went down to her normal beat. when she could fully breath again Zidane clasped a hand on her shoulder.

"Are you alright? Dagger I thought you were gonna have a heart attack or something back there. What happened?"

Garnet looked away searching for the answer. After a moment she responded, "I'm...not sure. I saw the sword by that mans bed, and I thought of what would happen if he woke up. I thought of us getting caught..." She paused to look at him. "I've been in situations a thousand times scarier than this and this one I..." She broke off seemingly angry with herself.

"Your putting alot at risk by coming with me... The people of this town undoubtibly know your face now that you've been Queen for nearly a two years. If you get caught and imprisoned, word will reach Alexandria just like that!"

Garnet nodded,"And not only will their Queen be courted by a Lindblumian actor but she'll be a convicted felon as well...They'll loose their trust in me utterly."

Zidane let out a sigh, "Well, it's to late to go back now...besides I have faith in my skills...all you are is alittle rusty. It's been a long time since you've had to sneak into a building or anything. The rest will be okay. Okay? Just have a little faith in what you can do."

Garnet nodded feeling better.

Zidane smiled. "Good c'mon then we have rooftops to jump!" Zidane ran to the edge of the roof and took a flying leap to the next. Garnet giggled thinking of how much he reminded her of a flying squirrel just then. After Garnet composed herself she glanced back at the trapdoor leading back inside and let out an amused laugh. how silly I was back there. She thought reflectivly, shaking her head as if to rid herself of the nonesence that took place.

Then with a running start she joined Zidane on the next roof.