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Aqycbanydeuh [Uha]
Author: Amber Dawn

Fandom: Final Fantasy X-2

Pairing: Gippalai

Warnings: Slash. Duh-hur. AU.

Summary: And it begins. Summoners? Guardians? A mysterious voice that makes Gippal question his very sanity, an event in Macalania...none of it makes sense. A different reality. But which reality is the true reality?

Disclaimer: Not mine. Don't sue.

Archiving: Ask. I don't bite often...

Notes: Yes, I love to tease. Chapters should be longer than the prologue, so just hold on and wait. Lime content to close the first official chapter. Enjoy.

When he awoke next, he knew something was wrong. It was definitely colder, the absence of a warm body beside him more disorienting than the cold light from before. And there were voices now, low, hushed voices, somewhere off to his left. Feigning sleep, he rolled over, arms flopping lightly. The voices stopped, their owners barely daring to breathe. Footsteps came closer, and he could feel warm breath on his cheek for a brief instant; then it was gone, the footsteps moving back to where they originated.
"He's still asleep." That voice was easily recognized, naturally soft, as soft and soothing as the Hymn of the Fayth.
"Are you sure you can trust him?" The second voice, not so easily recognized. Not recognized at all, in fact.
"Of course I can trust him. I trust him with my life." Forceful, yet with a hint of tenderness. The other scoffed, shaking his head.
"Why would you want to be a summoner, Baralai? It's almost certain death!"
"I cannot help the gifts I have been given. You know that."
"Why can't you use your gifts in a different way?!"
"It is my destiny."
There was a pause in the conversation; the second voice burst into harsh laughter, silenced quickly. Gippal grinned just a little; in his mind's eye, he could see the little gesture Baralai must have made, finger to his lips, shoulders jerking in the direction of the bed.
"Don't wake him!" he hissed, exasperation evident in his voice.
"All I'm saying...You've got a great business mind, Baralai. And Gippal is a genius with machina..." Gippal couldn't help but smile proudly at that, covering it quickly by clutching his pillow.
"And Lenne is a talented singer." A pause, a very uncomfortable pause. That name made Gippal's mind race again, forgetting the conversation for a moment.
Lenne. That name...he knew it. He could remember it. But just what significance it had, he couldn't grasp. It seemed lost in that cold white light, drifting in a faceless void of inhuman indifference.
"...Will you atleast come to the blitzball game tonight?" That second v aga again, cutting through his foggy mind. Game...?
"If Gippal is feeling up to it. Who are you playing?"
"Bevelle." Distaste was obviously in that voice, and confusion once again came over Gippal's being. Blitzball made perfect sense. In the rare times he could escape to Luca, he would often play a friendly game with whichever teams would let him. But, to his knowledge, Bevelle didn't have a blitzball team; to be honest, since Yevon banned machina, the higher-ups in Bevelle frowned upon the game.
"I'll see you tonight, hopefully." Baralai, softly spoken, farther away. A door shut, a little too loudly, and he took the opportunity to let his eye flutter open, looking around sleepily. Baralai turned to him, a worried look in his eyes.
"Did I wake you?" he asked, tenderly, movto sto sit on the edge of the bed. Gippal smiled, and shook his head.
"Hu."
A look of...well...something crossed Baralai's face, and his hand fell onto Gippal's forehead. A smile crossed his face, a tense, worried smile.
"Your fever's gone, at least. But you're still speaking strange words..." he trailed off, his hand falling limp at his side.
Gippal was never as dense as Nooj always told him he was, back in the days of the Crimson Squad training. It was evident now that something was wrong. That he was in the wrong place. The wrong time. Or maybe it was Baralai that was in the wrong place, wrong time. Or maybe he had been dreaming, and nothing -- Operation Mi'ihen, the Crimson Squad, the Machine Faction -- nothing had been real.
That was a thought he couldn't take, and with a sigh, he sat up slowly.
"Baralai, what's going on?" he asked, folding his hands in his lap. He tilted his head as he looked at the Praetor, eyebrow lifted. Baralai's face as equally confused, and he reached over to take Gippa39;s39;s hand in both of his.
"I don't know, Gippal. Don't you remember what happened at Macalania three weeks past?"
Gippal frowned, reaching up this time to feel Baralai's forehead.
"I haven't been to Macalania since the Crimson Squad, Baralai. you should know that."
Baralai sighed, pulling away from the Al Bhed, standing and crossing the room, arms folded as he stared off out the window.
"It's worse than I thought..."
Gippal stood, arms behind his back, and begain to pace. It was then, and only then, that he noticed something.
"Baralai..." he asked, his head tipping to one side cutely. Baralai looked over his shoulder, a single eyebrow raised in question.
"Yes, love?"
Gippal paused -- no, that wasn't true. A pause is brief, a moment to gather thoughts. What Gippal did was stop completely, loose his entire train of thought. Love. The word, in any other circumstance, would have made him ill. Violently so. The very thought of love, the thought of committing himself to another...Gippal rather fancied himself as a free spirit, not to be tied down. There were...certain events in his life (that he'd rather not discuss, thank you very much) that led to this belief, this fear of commitment.
But when Baralai said it, it made all the difference in the world. A sizzle of electricity raced up his spine, a thousand tiny machina stimulating the nerve endings pleasantly. It rolled around in his mind, conjuring up images of lazy afternoons lying next to an oasis, heated romps in the hot springs of Mt. Gagazet (because what is more sacred than love, after all?)...
"Gippal?"
The sound of his name startled him, and he blinked, an attempt to remember his thoughts. His eyes travelled to what had caught his attention earlier, and he shook his head.
"Baralai, why aren't you wearing any pants?"
That eyebrow lifted in curiosity again, Baralai moving closer, cautiously.
"Gippal, as many times as we've...you know..." a gesture, "...you shouldn't be surprised to see me pantsless."
A grin, and Gippal approached, a predator approaching his prey.
"Perhaps you should refresh my memory."
As they moved to the bed together, one unit, something in the back of his mind told Gippal this was wrong. This wasn't his reality; in his reality, it was an unrequited love; in his reality, this should be a dream.
But damned if he wasn't going to enjoy it, anyway.

*~*Aht Bynd Dfu*~*
Title: Exasperation [One]

Hu: No

Aht Bynd Dfu: End Part Two.
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