Hey! So it's a big huge thing… all about drama. Abuse, fights, anger, all kinds of crazy… lots of tears. Kymora is betrothed to Baralai, but she truly loves Gippal, whom someone recently tried to kill. What she doesn't know is the torture they put him through… torture that made his 'passion' die. Rikku gave up. She couldn't even kiss him without him flinching. Now he's feeling worse than ever, and Baralai is secretly abusing alcohol and abusing poor Kymora, who doesn't have the heart to tell him what he does to her! I can feel the heat already.

Also, if you didn't know already, you will need an Al Bhed translator for my stories

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Gippal lay on the small wooden float, staring at the sky as he randomly drifted about the Bikanel Oasis. No one bothered him here. They knew to stay away.

I didn't stay away, though. I hid behind a stone formation and watched him. His bare chest glistened with sweat. I hated to admit that I wanted him, but he was single now. Rikku left him after the incident. Said it was too weird. Just like that.

Poor Gippal… I thought. It was horrible what happened. They'd tried to kill him… two men… two men that Gippal had banished from the Al Bhed long before. Light lines, barely-there scars were all the evidence left… that and his quiet.

A tear fell from my eye when I thought about it. They try to kill him, and then... then Rikku leaves him.

I can hear a Machina approaching, and Gippal paddles towards shore.

Quickly, I scale down the rock face and try to keep him from seeing me, but I fall the last few feet and let out a cry of pain as my ankle twists a direction it's not supposed to go. I let out a cry and it's Gippal to the rescue.

This isn't good… not at all.

"Hey, It's Baralai's sweetheart." I can tell his smile is forced.

He helps me up and brings me back to Monyra, an Al Bhed city at the edge of the desert. I don't speak as he drives towards Baralai's place.

Baralai will not be pleased. He will not be pleased at all. No one knows the real Baralai. No one knows what he does to me… he is not sweet… he is not loving… he is not the Baralai I used to know. He lives his life in the bottom of a bottle. And I leave mine under his fist.

I tell Gippal I can go inside myself, but he insists on helping me.

Into the miniature palace we went… Baralai liked to have a big home.

I beg Gippal to leave once we're inside, but it's too late, Baralai appears at the top of the stairs. "What's happened?"

"She twisted her ankle pretty bad… rock climbing out by the Oasis."

"Oh, are you all right, love?" I can smell his breath.. thank god.. no alcohol. He was so sweet when he was sober… and he never remembered the horrible things he did to me while he was drunk. I was so afraid to lose what little of the good side of him there was that I didn't have the heart to tell him what the alcohol did to him.

"I'll be okay… I think" I try to take a step and pain flares up my leg. I almost fall, but Baralai catches me. "It's alright, love… we'll get some ice on it." He turns to Gippal. "Thanks for bringing her home."

"No problem."

I watch Gippal's fake smile fade as soon as he turns away.

Baralai… my Baralai, the one I fell in love with, helps me to the couch and gets ice for my ankle. He kisses me on the cheek, again on the lips. "Kymora…" he smiles.

He doesn't even know… he doesn't even know that tonight he will drag me upstairs by my hair, that he will call me a slut and accuse me of trying to seduce Gippal. He doesn't know what he's like.

I try to stop it, but a tear rolls down my cheek. Baralai mistakes it for pain, and gently kisses it away. "I love you so much… I don't know what I'd do without you…"

I force a smile and he holds me.

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((((GIPPAL))))

It's everything I can do to keep the flashbacks at bay… and Rikku… what a pedlr she was. It wasn't my fault what they did to me. Baralai is all happy with his lover… always talking about how perfect she is.

He was right, too. So beautiful, and a warm heart. She has no idea I knew she was watching me.

Why does she seem afraid of Baralai… why did she want me to leave?

I can't get those thoughts from my head. Something seemed wrong… but then, everything's wrong since…

It all hurts too much. I cannot even lead my people anymore. A council does all the work. I have lost touch with who I am.

"E ryda oui! E ryda ymm uv oui! Cusauha, bmayca, syga dra byeh ku yfyo... ed rindc cu pyt... bmayca... zicd dyga ed yfyo!" Tears stream down my face.

I cry every night, now. I scream and pound my fists on the walls and cry until I'm exhausted, only to fall into restless, fitful sleeps full of nightmares and flashbacks... and dreams of Rikku stabbing a knife in my back

"E ryda oui Rikku! Drana'c hudrehk mavd uv sa! Oui yna CRED du sa! Oui yna HUDREHK! e ryda oui!"

I scream until my throat aches and collapse on the bed, crying myself to sleep.

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"So do you wanna Fuck him, is that it!" Baralai's voice booms over my head and jars me from my nap. He's been drinking.

I sit up. "Lai… that's not it at all… please… just let me sleep…"

Too late. He's far past anything you could call reasonable at this point.

I stand, though my ankle throbs with pain in protest, and half run half limp as fast as I can, hoping to get into the spare room or a closet or something and lock the door til morning… however, I have no such luck.

Baralai catches my wrist and yanks me against him, tight. "You're a stupid bitch, you know that? I can't believe you would cheat on me… after everything I do for you… I moved to the damned Bikanel Desert for you, and THIS is the thanks I get? You slut after Gippal?"

"Lai, please let me go… my ankle.." I feel like my leg is on fire, and he's holding me so tight I can barely breathe.

"Don't worry, I don't feel like throwing you around tonight… I wanna play…" he kisses my ear.

I have mixed emotions about sex with Baralai when he's been drinking. On the good side, he's not hitting me or shoving me… however, it's all about him. When he's drunk, I never get mine, unless that's what's gonna get him going that night. He grabs my hair and leads me up the steps.

"Hurry up before I change my mind!" He growls.

In our room, he throws me onto the bed and literally rips off my clothing. He kisses me roughly and I slip my arms around him, hoping he passes out after the first one, so I can clean up and put new ice on my ankle.

I miss my Lai… I think of him as I lie in bed and pretend he isn't drunk. I pretend he's making love to me instead of just fucking me.

And then I think of Gippal… Gippal has a longing in his eyes… he needs someone…

How do I get away from Baralai? How can I let Gippal know I can help him?

Baralai hits me. "Moan my name before I throw you down the stairs" he growls. I fake enjoyment for his sake, putting on a great show. When he finishes, he falls asleep, and I get in the shower.

The tears fall as fast as the shower water, and I wonder what to do. I miss my Lai, but I feel like I need Gippal… so now what?

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what do you think? Hey, a warning now on future chapters… there may be some semi-bi stuff to come…

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HeartOfDragon is a great writer and she is my younger sister so pretty please read her stuff! She is, after all, the QUEEN OF RANDOM!

Also, please read Hiran, cuz she's an awesome writer too.