Hello!!! This is my first Final Fantasy fic, which is probably why it isn't
up to much. I got the idea for this when I was on holiday and it wouldn't
leave me alone. Other than that, there just aren't enough GipplaxBaralai
fics around, and they are just far too cute! Am I right? Of course! Oh
yeah, and the reason this is so short is because it's a prologue. Kinda.
Warnings: Shonen Ai implied. I suppose. If you don't like it, you can leave. Now! I really can't write this kind of thing to save my life, so if it really is that bad, you know why!
Disclaimer: I don't own any of it! Only my copy of the game and the guide. Woot! It all belongs to Squaresoft.
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The sun shone down from a flawless blue sky, white heat, burning down mercilessly on anyone or anything in the line of fire. In this case, it shone down on two of the many candidates for the Crimson Squad. A son of Bevelle and a child of the desert. These two stood out, unlike their teammates who all more or less looked like soldiers of Yevon, covered from head to toe in armour, gun in one hand. These soldiers sat at the foot of a cave, looking out onto the endless desert.
A silver haired boy with dark skin, dressed in green, his head was resting on the other's shoulder. His right arm was wrapped up hastily with a bandage, he looked like he could be asleep. The other was just as distinguishable. His blond hair stuck up, his skin tanned from a life of living in the desert. An eye patch covered his right eye, leaving a single twisted eye, the same colour as the sky, to scan the desert. To look at him, he would have been thought to be older than his 16 years. The red armour on his shoulders, the armour of an Al Bhed, the intense look in his eye, and the machine sat between his knees. He wasn't trying to look older, he was being made to.
He was a contradiction to look at; the thought of it almost made him laugh. An Al Bhed recruited by Yevon, the people who condemned the Al Bhed in the first place. Yevon had supplied him and his companion with the machine guns as well. Anywhere else these weapons would have been given the name 'forbidden machina'. But on certain occasions, Yevon found machine to be perfectly acceptable.
He couldn't say anything about this, no matter how much it bothered him. Due to his origins, he probably didn't even have a right to say such a thing.
He looked up at the horizon and saw two figures coming towards them. Although they were still quite a way off, he could still make out the group of people following them. Normally he would have panicked, but as they came closer he noticed the taller figure's limp and knew that these were the people they had been waiting for. He smiled then and turned to gently nudge his friend awake.
"Hey" he said softly, but it didn't seem to do much. Instead his friend tried to bury his face further into his shoulder and said "No...just five more minutes..." he was out of it. Gippal raised an eyebrow and nudged him again, this time speaking louder. "Hey, Their here." The silver haired boy finally opened his eyes then, slowly, the bright surroundings coming into focus.
His face was young, he could have looked younger than Gippal to some, but he was 18 and despite his almost child like features his dark eyes said he had seen too much for one so young. He looked up and gripped Gippal's arm.
"Too bad" he replied "I was just getting comfortable" Gippal smiled. "I can tell." He helped his friend up, being careful of the injury on his right arm. He still looked feverish, it was obvious from the way he hung onto his friend and drew breath sharply. They would need to be careful. Gippal held Baralai up with an arm around his shoulder and they slowly started forward to meet Team A and their two other teammates.
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Haha! Told you it would be short right? Like I said, that was just the beginning, so it was a short one. The next chapter will be up soon ;)
Warnings: Shonen Ai implied. I suppose. If you don't like it, you can leave. Now! I really can't write this kind of thing to save my life, so if it really is that bad, you know why!
Disclaimer: I don't own any of it! Only my copy of the game and the guide. Woot! It all belongs to Squaresoft.
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The sun shone down from a flawless blue sky, white heat, burning down mercilessly on anyone or anything in the line of fire. In this case, it shone down on two of the many candidates for the Crimson Squad. A son of Bevelle and a child of the desert. These two stood out, unlike their teammates who all more or less looked like soldiers of Yevon, covered from head to toe in armour, gun in one hand. These soldiers sat at the foot of a cave, looking out onto the endless desert.
A silver haired boy with dark skin, dressed in green, his head was resting on the other's shoulder. His right arm was wrapped up hastily with a bandage, he looked like he could be asleep. The other was just as distinguishable. His blond hair stuck up, his skin tanned from a life of living in the desert. An eye patch covered his right eye, leaving a single twisted eye, the same colour as the sky, to scan the desert. To look at him, he would have been thought to be older than his 16 years. The red armour on his shoulders, the armour of an Al Bhed, the intense look in his eye, and the machine sat between his knees. He wasn't trying to look older, he was being made to.
He was a contradiction to look at; the thought of it almost made him laugh. An Al Bhed recruited by Yevon, the people who condemned the Al Bhed in the first place. Yevon had supplied him and his companion with the machine guns as well. Anywhere else these weapons would have been given the name 'forbidden machina'. But on certain occasions, Yevon found machine to be perfectly acceptable.
He couldn't say anything about this, no matter how much it bothered him. Due to his origins, he probably didn't even have a right to say such a thing.
He looked up at the horizon and saw two figures coming towards them. Although they were still quite a way off, he could still make out the group of people following them. Normally he would have panicked, but as they came closer he noticed the taller figure's limp and knew that these were the people they had been waiting for. He smiled then and turned to gently nudge his friend awake.
"Hey" he said softly, but it didn't seem to do much. Instead his friend tried to bury his face further into his shoulder and said "No...just five more minutes..." he was out of it. Gippal raised an eyebrow and nudged him again, this time speaking louder. "Hey, Their here." The silver haired boy finally opened his eyes then, slowly, the bright surroundings coming into focus.
His face was young, he could have looked younger than Gippal to some, but he was 18 and despite his almost child like features his dark eyes said he had seen too much for one so young. He looked up and gripped Gippal's arm.
"Too bad" he replied "I was just getting comfortable" Gippal smiled. "I can tell." He helped his friend up, being careful of the injury on his right arm. He still looked feverish, it was obvious from the way he hung onto his friend and drew breath sharply. They would need to be careful. Gippal held Baralai up with an arm around his shoulder and they slowly started forward to meet Team A and their two other teammates.
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Haha! Told you it would be short right? Like I said, that was just the beginning, so it was a short one. The next chapter will be up soon ;)