"Is…He dead?"

"Don't look like it…"

Link could hear voices over him, they were distant, but slowly began to draw in on his ears. The thief's head throbbed, as if it had been cracked clean open. He then felt a hand gently caress his face.

"Wake up…please" A girl whispered softly.

Link opened his eyes wearily, and stares up to the face of a young blonde girl. His heart skipped a beat, thinking it was the same girl from the limousine, but only to find it wasn't.

She wore a pair of trousers which had been torn to below her knees, and a grey t-shirt that he thought used to be white. Her nose was dotted with freckles, which matched the brown in her eyes. "Heya…are you alright?" She asked, helping Link to sit up.

"No…wa…what happened?" The thief muttered. Just as he said that, the owner of the second voice gasped behind him. He turned around to she was a red head. Her crimson skirt was knotted at the side of her knee, giving it leverage to reveal her calves. She wore a simple sleeveless shirt to accompany it.

"What's wrong Malon?" The blonde girl asked her.

"H-he…He's Link Hylus..." Malon mumbled, backing away. Link then looked back to the other girl, who stared at him in slight horror. He quickly grabbed her arm, dragging her close so she couldn't run.

"Who are you…?" Link growled.

"I'm…I-I'm Kyte…" She stammered

"Where am I?" He demanded.

"I-In Placid Street..."

"P-Placid Street…? But I was just-"

"In Prison, we know, that was until someone bailed you out" Malon cut in as-a-matter-of-factly. Link looked at the red head with a slightly confused expression, then uttered just past his lips.

"…The fortune teller…"

Both girls found it safe to stare oddly at him, watching as he dropped his head into his arms with a light groan. "Why don't you run…it's not as if I'm going to hurt you …" He muttered in a small, almost miserable voice.

The fortune teller…another high rank criminal in New York.

He was not so much a thief, but almost like a bailiff. An inhuman bailiff, making sure that the "deliveries" reached their destination. He had earned the name "The fortune teller" by having a strange ability to foresee when a delivery won't be delivered before it is even stolen.

Link had lost the goods he was supposed to deliver safely, and the fortune teller had supposedly foreseen he would loose another in the near future.

He had been given a warning…a severe warning.

A visit from the fortune teller was like a visit from death. But he was only the tip of the iceberg. If Link failed again…the higher rank would be sure to give him a more formal punishment. And even though Link liked to think he was in control of his own fate, he couldn't afford to let another "delivery" slip like the last.

He had been given another chance; he had better make the most of it.

"So uh…you're Link?" Asked Kyte shyly. He looked up to her, rubbing his fist into his cerulean eyes.

"…heh…nice to know I'm popular" Link flashed one of his trademark white smiles that always had a girl melting after him. And as he had anticipated, they both blushed.

"Well of course you are! After what you did!" Malon piped up from her know-it-all attitude, but the thief stared blankly. "You know…when you saved that girl from the limousine? Since then every girl has wanted to jump out their car windows" Kyte told Link. He raised an eyebrow at that.

"…I must be popular" He gave another smile, but to himself and laughed lightly.

Women. Damn he loved them. But who was the lucky girl that he had heroically saved? "The girl from the limo, I bet she was a super model right? Or an actress? Maybe even a porn star…" Link relished the thought of an award from that Kind of girl.

But he cancelled that fantasy to see Kyte and Malon's faces were not amused anymore, they were staring at him as if…he was an idiot.

"…Does the name Zelda ring a bell?"

"…eh?"

"Zelda" Kyte repeated. Link stared at her, then at Malon, his expression being that of a dumb one. "…Who is Zelda?"

The red head couldn't believe her ears, her face quickly became the shade of her own hair, as if she was half embarrassed for him, half laughing.

"You know…Zelda? Zelda Harkanain?"

Still only a blank stare was her reply.

Kyte was becoming frustrated. How idiotic could a guy get? "The girl you saved from the Limo…? It was Zelda Harkanain."

Once again, Links expression remained blank and stupid.

"…Is she a porn star?"

Malon couldn't help it, she cracked into fits of uncontrolled laughter, and Link was once again left feeling dumb. Kyte however was quickly loosing her patients. "Wow…A porn star…She has a pretty randy name. ZeldaHarkanainZeldaHarkanainZeldaHarkanainZe-"

"Is the Mayors Daughter you idiot!" Malon Cut in, now leaning against the brick wall in case she toppled over from all the laughing. Links head snapped in her direction, and his mouth dropped.

"…Y-you're kidding. No damned WAY! Thee Zelda Harkanain?"

Kyte looked at him as if to say "Finally!"

With a nervous expression, Link combed his hand through his long blonde bangs, until a grin broke along his face, as if seeing the situation in a new light.

Pulling himself to his feet, he stared up the remote ally way the three of them were in, and down one end of it, about to sprint away before Kyte grabbed his arm.

"H-hey where are you going?"

"To the state building. I'm going to pay Miss Harkanain a visit" Link Grinned sheepishly, but the girls stared at him as if he was clueless.

"And you expect to just prance off to the state building with a wanted sticker on your forehead?"

"I'll find a way. I'm not passing up a reward like this, not from Zelda Harkanain"

"Maybe, but tailored in the latest prison outfit isn't exactly the best approach" Kyte laughed, tugging at the sleeve of his orange boiler suit. Once again Links hand found its way to his hair, combing his bangs back.

"…But I don't have any other clothes" Link said in a shy sort of fashion. Malon's eyes narrowed slightly, and she said in a slightly bitter tone

"…We DO live on the streets you know, we'll have something"

Link was quite astounded to hear this. He had no idea they were homeless, he thought they lived in the Neighbourhood, and Placid street was renowned for being a rough part of New York, that being why he hadn't judged them on their scruffy clothing, and slightly rough American accents.

He watched Malon walk further into the ally, then lean down behind a garbage can.

From a box she pulled out some clothes, and then came back to Link with them. "Here you go, put these on" She threw the garments at him.

"What, here?"

Kyte and Malon sniggered uncontrollably.

"Well…if you would rather change on the sidewalk…"Kyte giggled.

"Alright! Alright! Geez!" The thief exclaimed, and unzipped his boiler suit. Thankfully, he was wearing boxers, but it didn't stop the girls almost gawking at his perfectly toned and built body.

As girls do, they sniggered some more, but didn't dare remove their eyes from him, which made his expression become an embarrassed one.

"I was just wondering…Do you go to the gym often?" Asked Malon, trying to suppress her giggling. But the thief ignored her and pulled a black t-shirt over his head which was fraying in a few places. It was similar to his sleeveless shirt, but he didn't take much of a liking to its itchy material. He then pulled on a pair of expensive looking leather trousers with a silver buckle engraved as a dragon. He admired them, but he felt slightly…camp.

"Where did you get these? I'd steal them if I was in to fashion" He was quick to add the remark at the end.

"Oh. Some woman tossed them out the window of her BMW. Were thinking they belonged to the husband…" Kyte smiled deviously.

"And if you're going to go to the state building…you might as well conceal yourself. So the finishing touches…" Malon trailed off, before passing a navy cloak over his shoulders. It fell to his ankles, and was tied around his neck with a thick piece of string. He now felt like the camp Jedi from those old star wars moves. But it was all necessary.

"Perfect" Kyte announced, clasping her hands together.

Link now felt ready to brave the world once again. But there was only one problem.

"…My air shoes"

Kyte and Malon looked at each other for a final time, before Kyte turned her back and leaned down to a bundle of cloth sheets on the ground. She unravelled the dirty sheets and then pulled a pair of white and red metal boots that Link knew very well.

"These belong to you…?" Asked Kyte. Links face lit up with happiness as she handed them to him.

"Where did you find them?" He asked in a slightly excited tone as his feet slipped into their comfortable padding.

"They were right beside you when we found you, but they were making weird noises so we…wrapped them up in case they exploded or something…" Malon looked at the shoes in a daunting sort of way, but Link laughed lightly.

"They were probably recharging, no worries" He said, doing up the steel clips. He then looked to them both; they had a satisfied expression on their faces.

"I can't thank you enough" He said, his eyes twinkling slightly. They seemed proud of themselves to have been thanked by him.

"We were happy to help" Kyte said proudly, folding her arms.

"If you ever need a place to crash, there's a metal door further down the ally, just ask for us." Said Malon, smiling. Links conception of these girls was now lost…but he didn't bother asking about the metal door, perhaps it was a homeless sanctuary. Either way, it was somewhere to stay if trouble ever brewed.

Link nodded a thank you, and then looked up the ally wall. And with a massive burst of speed, he skated up it, leaving the air rippling behind him.

"You'd wonder how the hell he does that" Kyte sighed, walking down the ally.

"Yea" Malon agreed, following closely behind her friend.