Hello~
This is a little RikkuxGipple drabble I wrote during my free time at work. That's what I do-I teach in Japan and have a ton of free time so I write to keep myself entertained. Last time I wrote a collection of AshexBalthier one shots for FFXII and this time it appears I'll be doing it for this pair. I hope you enjoy.
1. Of course Rikku would help save the world. Gippal reflects as he watches the airship disappear into Sin.
When Gippal promised to save the world with a cockiness that outshone Cid's, he did not expect his old fling to beat him to it.
He could hardly believe that he was seeing from the Al-Bhed camp just outside of Bevelle-Cid's airship flying towards Sin. Towards, not away like most sane people do. And with seven figures standing on the haul, bold and unwavering. He was too distant to see any distinct features that would identify them, yet it didn't matter because he knew one by heart anyway.
Were her emerald eyes wide with fear, or determination? Probably both; if he wasn't feeling so out of his mind petrified for her, he would have laughed.
That's what Rikku was good for and she excelled at it where he was concerned. And she was damn adorable when she did. Her fierceness in the face of battle-no one got in the way of her claw when she was angry-was something to be admired, though he knew it sometimes belied the fear she felt. She feared loss, of her loved ones becoming mere memories, which was also admirable.
Of course she would defeat Sin, the reason for everyone's loss. She always had to get the last word in. Based on her track record-all the times she gave him hell for...anything-this was one big vilg oui.
Not to him, specifically, but to everyone who doubted her, scorned the Al-Bhed, and sacrificed the Summoners.
She'd probably give him hell right now for even worrying. He knew she could take care of herself, so he never doubted her, unless it had to do with lightening. Still, a giant sandworm was one thing-Sin was another matter altogether. The matter.
And yet...of course she would do this. She had enough tenacity to probably drive forward the whole pilgrimage, all while keeping a smile on everyone's face. Especially if the rumors were true, that a boy from Zanarkand, a Zanarkand where joy was felt and there was no suffering, was with them. Together, they gave Yuna's pilgrimage had just enough hope and obstinacy for this to work.
Gippal thought back to when he first heard that she had become a guardian. Every Al-Bhed seemed to be talking about it-one of their own, Cid's daughter-joining a pilgrimage. He alone seemed to realize it was a convenient excuse for Rikku to spend time with her cousin and talk her out of her planned sacrifice.
Those facts aside, Gippal couldn't help from going into blank shock, crippled by fear for her, followed by a desire to pummel Cid for letting her. She was only-he counted the months and days-sixteen, and she was on the quest of a lifetime. And succeeding by the looks of it.
Someone tapped him on the shoulder and Gippal looked over to see a woman handing him a pair of binoculars with a look he didn't even begin to interpret. He eagerly took them and looked through the lenses. The airship was drawing closer and closer to sin and-there, the smallest figure, yellow hair flying in all directions, blue ribbons streaming behind her, her eyes fixed on what lay ahead.
She looked just as he remembered; fierce, determined, but there was no spark of fear, only anticipation.
"Come on, Cid's Girl," he whispered, heart in his throat. "Come back to us."
The airship disappeared into the giant beast and he found he couldn't breathe. It wasn't until hours later, when the airship finally emerged, Sin exploded, and he once again spotted the small figure on the haul of the airship, that Gippal even remembered how.