(A/N: Okay, don't get mad you guys, this is a self insert, but it is not a
romance fic! I swear! I only own well, Acri since Acri is me and I own
myself... I think...
And the only reason I made this a self insert is because I personally
wanted to go on the quest with Gippal. I know it sounds stupid, but that's
just the way I wanted it. So um... Don't be hatin'! hehe... god, I'm gonna get
flamed for that remark...)
Quest for the Lost Pants
Chapter One
The Incident
It was a usual day at Djose Temple, Gippal and his digging buddy Acri had just returned from the desert. As they sat in one of the back rooms, Acri kept staring at a picture that was slightly crooked. "Don't do it," Gippal said, taking off his boots and dumping out a small heap of sand to the floor.
"Fine, fine," mumbled Acri. She stood from her chair and stretched a bit. She had her long dark brown hair tied back into a low pony-tail. She wore dark brown boots, khaki pants and an olive green sleeveless shirt. Tied around her waist was a long white scarf. When Gippal asked why she wore it, she replied, "Cause I like the way it billows when the wind blows." The Al Bhed just shook his head as his response. Acri was just a bit pudgy, not really fat, and not supermodel skinny, but just a slightly pudgy person nonetheless.
When Gippal left the back room to see how work on the machina was coming, Acri jumped to her feet and went to straighten the picture frame. When the blonde walked back in, he glared angrily at her. She was once again back in her chair as if nothing had happened. "You sneaky rat," he grumbled.
"What? I didn't do anything!" Acri replied innocently, her hands in her lap.
"You touched the picture, I know you did," said Gippal as he went back over to the frame and tilted it just a bit to put it back the way it was.
In rejoinder, Acri twitched a few times. Sighing, knowing she'd been defeated by Gippal once again, she gave up the battle for the frame and stood back up from the chair. "Hey Gip-Gip, are you buying lunch today?"
Turning to look at his friend, he raised his eyebrow and said, "No," his voice slightly higher than normal. He crossed his arms and said, his voice normal again, "You're the one who got paid, you buy lunch."
"I need a raise," she replied. This was the normal things that happened. Gippal dug because he wanted to, Acri dug because she got paid, and that was the gist of it.
"Oui'na rubamacc!" Gippal shouted in his language, throwing his hands in the air in the process.
"What did you call me?" Acri growled, taking offense quickly.
Sighing heavily, Gippal replied, "I just said you were hopeless." Slapping his right hand on her shoulder, he said, "I'll pay this time, sunuh." (..., moron.") And stepping behind her, his hands on her shoulders, he pushed her out of the room.
As soon as they stepped out of the room one of the workers looked over to them and laughed, "Tet oui ryja vih eh drana oui dfu?" ("Did you have fun in there you two?")
In quick retaliation, Acri snapped, "Fedr dryd kio, oui'na gettehk sa, nekrd? E fuimt hajan!" ("With that guy, you're kidding me, right? I would never!") She then walked away from Gippal.
Quickly the one eyed Al Bhed ran up to her and stopped her. "Hold on, hold on! When did you learn to speak Al Bhed?" he inquired.
"I picked up some from you," she replied, "but not enough for a normal conversation." Then she changed the subject. "You're buying lunch, right?"
"Oayr, oayr... frydajan," ("Yeah, yeah... whatever,") he grumbled and waved his hand slightly.
Clenching her fists, Acri stomped on his foot and shouted, "Remember, I don't fluently speak Al Bhed!"
"All right, all right!" Gippal said, hopping around, holding his right foot.
Trudging past him, Acri felt a slight wind go by the left side of her face and she stopped in her tracks. "Gippy," she said, the surrounding men laughed at her pet name for their leader. "Hey, Gip-Gip..." She turned around and her eyes became wide as she stared at Gippal.
Turning to look at Acri, Gippal said to her, "Do you feel a slight draft?" He looked down and then realized his pants were missing.
"Ah hahaha!" came a strange evil sounding laugh. Everyone, besides the petrified Acri, turned to the large doors of Djose Temple. Standing there was a black-wearing ninja holding Gippal's pants. The ninja twisted in his place and ran out the door, his movement was quite hurried.
"PANTS NINJA!" Gippal shouted and pointed in the direction of the culprit, he then ran after it, but as he got outside, the ninja was nowhere in sight. Now, standing in the open, people scattered around him, looking at him strangely, he remembered that he was only in his underwear. He inched backward into the temple and shut the door.
Meanwhile, Acri was still staring in the place that the Al Bhed leader had previously been standing in. Gippal walked over to her and whispered in her right ear, "Too sexy, huh?"
Acri jumped forward and spun about to look at him. "That wasn't the reason of my being traumatized!" She shouted and then pointed to his boxers. "They're black with little orange foxes on them! How cute!"
Gippal's mouth fell slightly ajar and he blushed just a tad. Then his face became stern. "I need to get my pants back!" he said. The other Al Bhed were trying not to laugh, but listened to Gippal with half respect. "It's the only good pair I have left! And we need to get them back from the Pants Ninja!"
"The foxes!" Acri laughed and fell to the floor. With her outburst, the other Al Bhed cracked up laughing. Sitting up Acri crawled over to Gippal and looked closely at his boxers. "One's a begging foxy, and one's a foxy chasing an apple! So adorable! And another's a bouncing foxy!" She laughed. Gippal was staring at her like she was crazy. She then circled around behind him and shouted, "Gipmeister! There's a sleeping foxy on your butt!"
The other Al Bhed almost died with laughter at their leader, but Gippal thought he could've died of embarrassment. Becoming serious all of a sudden, Acri got to her feet and walked back in front of him. "So, Gip-Gip, you gonna chase the Pants Ninja now?" she said, a teasing quality in her voice.
Clenching his teeth and glaring at Acri, Gippal growled, "Yeah, and you're coming with me!" He grabbed her by the neckline of her shirt and practically dragged her out of the temple. Acri just waved to the other Al Bhed as she was pulled away.
"Nice legs, Gippal," Acri said joyfully as she was dragging on the ground behind the Al Bhed male.
"Shut up."
(A/N: Alright, that's the first chapter of this story... I'll update as soon as I have the second chapter. Promise!
Gippal: What was with the pet names? Hey! Don't run away when I'm talking to you! HEY! HOLD ON! WHY DID IT HAVE TO BE MY PANTS? Get back here!)
Quest for the Lost Pants
Chapter One
The Incident
It was a usual day at Djose Temple, Gippal and his digging buddy Acri had just returned from the desert. As they sat in one of the back rooms, Acri kept staring at a picture that was slightly crooked. "Don't do it," Gippal said, taking off his boots and dumping out a small heap of sand to the floor.
"Fine, fine," mumbled Acri. She stood from her chair and stretched a bit. She had her long dark brown hair tied back into a low pony-tail. She wore dark brown boots, khaki pants and an olive green sleeveless shirt. Tied around her waist was a long white scarf. When Gippal asked why she wore it, she replied, "Cause I like the way it billows when the wind blows." The Al Bhed just shook his head as his response. Acri was just a bit pudgy, not really fat, and not supermodel skinny, but just a slightly pudgy person nonetheless.
When Gippal left the back room to see how work on the machina was coming, Acri jumped to her feet and went to straighten the picture frame. When the blonde walked back in, he glared angrily at her. She was once again back in her chair as if nothing had happened. "You sneaky rat," he grumbled.
"What? I didn't do anything!" Acri replied innocently, her hands in her lap.
"You touched the picture, I know you did," said Gippal as he went back over to the frame and tilted it just a bit to put it back the way it was.
In rejoinder, Acri twitched a few times. Sighing, knowing she'd been defeated by Gippal once again, she gave up the battle for the frame and stood back up from the chair. "Hey Gip-Gip, are you buying lunch today?"
Turning to look at his friend, he raised his eyebrow and said, "No," his voice slightly higher than normal. He crossed his arms and said, his voice normal again, "You're the one who got paid, you buy lunch."
"I need a raise," she replied. This was the normal things that happened. Gippal dug because he wanted to, Acri dug because she got paid, and that was the gist of it.
"Oui'na rubamacc!" Gippal shouted in his language, throwing his hands in the air in the process.
"What did you call me?" Acri growled, taking offense quickly.
Sighing heavily, Gippal replied, "I just said you were hopeless." Slapping his right hand on her shoulder, he said, "I'll pay this time, sunuh." (..., moron.") And stepping behind her, his hands on her shoulders, he pushed her out of the room.
As soon as they stepped out of the room one of the workers looked over to them and laughed, "Tet oui ryja vih eh drana oui dfu?" ("Did you have fun in there you two?")
In quick retaliation, Acri snapped, "Fedr dryd kio, oui'na gettehk sa, nekrd? E fuimt hajan!" ("With that guy, you're kidding me, right? I would never!") She then walked away from Gippal.
Quickly the one eyed Al Bhed ran up to her and stopped her. "Hold on, hold on! When did you learn to speak Al Bhed?" he inquired.
"I picked up some from you," she replied, "but not enough for a normal conversation." Then she changed the subject. "You're buying lunch, right?"
"Oayr, oayr... frydajan," ("Yeah, yeah... whatever,") he grumbled and waved his hand slightly.
Clenching her fists, Acri stomped on his foot and shouted, "Remember, I don't fluently speak Al Bhed!"
"All right, all right!" Gippal said, hopping around, holding his right foot.
Trudging past him, Acri felt a slight wind go by the left side of her face and she stopped in her tracks. "Gippy," she said, the surrounding men laughed at her pet name for their leader. "Hey, Gip-Gip..." She turned around and her eyes became wide as she stared at Gippal.
Turning to look at Acri, Gippal said to her, "Do you feel a slight draft?" He looked down and then realized his pants were missing.
"Ah hahaha!" came a strange evil sounding laugh. Everyone, besides the petrified Acri, turned to the large doors of Djose Temple. Standing there was a black-wearing ninja holding Gippal's pants. The ninja twisted in his place and ran out the door, his movement was quite hurried.
"PANTS NINJA!" Gippal shouted and pointed in the direction of the culprit, he then ran after it, but as he got outside, the ninja was nowhere in sight. Now, standing in the open, people scattered around him, looking at him strangely, he remembered that he was only in his underwear. He inched backward into the temple and shut the door.
Meanwhile, Acri was still staring in the place that the Al Bhed leader had previously been standing in. Gippal walked over to her and whispered in her right ear, "Too sexy, huh?"
Acri jumped forward and spun about to look at him. "That wasn't the reason of my being traumatized!" She shouted and then pointed to his boxers. "They're black with little orange foxes on them! How cute!"
Gippal's mouth fell slightly ajar and he blushed just a tad. Then his face became stern. "I need to get my pants back!" he said. The other Al Bhed were trying not to laugh, but listened to Gippal with half respect. "It's the only good pair I have left! And we need to get them back from the Pants Ninja!"
"The foxes!" Acri laughed and fell to the floor. With her outburst, the other Al Bhed cracked up laughing. Sitting up Acri crawled over to Gippal and looked closely at his boxers. "One's a begging foxy, and one's a foxy chasing an apple! So adorable! And another's a bouncing foxy!" She laughed. Gippal was staring at her like she was crazy. She then circled around behind him and shouted, "Gipmeister! There's a sleeping foxy on your butt!"
The other Al Bhed almost died with laughter at their leader, but Gippal thought he could've died of embarrassment. Becoming serious all of a sudden, Acri got to her feet and walked back in front of him. "So, Gip-Gip, you gonna chase the Pants Ninja now?" she said, a teasing quality in her voice.
Clenching his teeth and glaring at Acri, Gippal growled, "Yeah, and you're coming with me!" He grabbed her by the neckline of her shirt and practically dragged her out of the temple. Acri just waved to the other Al Bhed as she was pulled away.
"Nice legs, Gippal," Acri said joyfully as she was dragging on the ground behind the Al Bhed male.
"Shut up."
(A/N: Alright, that's the first chapter of this story... I'll update as soon as I have the second chapter. Promise!
Gippal: What was with the pet names? Hey! Don't run away when I'm talking to you! HEY! HOLD ON! WHY DID IT HAVE TO BE MY PANTS? Get back here!)