Crowds. Could feel the sweat dripping from her pores. Her skin was suffocating. Desperate.
Heart. Could swear she felt every move it made. Rocked in her chest. Unbelievable.
Alcohol. Could feel her inhibitions floating away with the ocean waves. The world swayed. Freedom.
Pills. Could feel the warmth spreading through her muscles. Ached between her thighs. Lust.
Him. Could make her lose her life. The reason for all of her troubles. The edge. The end…
"I have already interviewed people. One of you guys take over."
"…he's alright."
alright…
Yeah. I guess…
He's alright.
Alright… he's… well…
"Sir?"
This chair could have quite possibly been the most comfortable chair he had ever had the pleasure of sitting in. It arched to his back, and had a cushion for his head. He leaned back, his arms stretching high above his head, rolling his knuckles l they cracked loudly. It was a very soft chair, it was made from Coeuri fur after all. Yes… it was a very nice chair indeed...
And it swiveled.
"Sir?"
He grinned wildly. Now was his chance. This was going to be his very first swivel, with many swivels yet to come. Oh, how he was going to love swiveling in his chair. And as he swiveled, the gears creaked as he slowly turned to his assistant. "Yes?" he asked in a deep, smooth voice.
His assistant shuffled his feet nervously. He was just jealous of his chair. Stay away! My chair.
"Sir. We're detecting an incoming signal on the CommSphere. Will you be receiving?"
Gripping the arms of his chair he hesitated for a moment. He tapped his finger twice and launched himself to his feet with one swift movement. In one quick moment his boots were clanking against the stone floor as he sped past his assistant. "Of course I'll be receiving." What a stupid question. The design for the CommSphere was still in the hands of the development team, and had yet been released for public use. There were only a handful of people who possessed the prototypes, meaning there were only a handful of people who could possibly be on the other end of that line. And he knew for a fact that no matter who it was it was at the other end, it was bound to end in some sort of epic adventure.
Setting himself down at the office desk, he flipped the switch and watched as the sphere lit up. A ballet of static fuzz and colors danced across of it's screen in an erratic beat. The buzzing frequency adjusted up and down until the proper connection came through and the static began to take shape.
"Hello, Gippal."
Gippal smiled at the sound of that voice. Timid, angelic, and oh so naïve. He missed girls like that, ones who didn't know the rules of the game, girls who weren't afraid to take your money and run. Easily influenced and easily corrupted. Though he was a bit surprised, he was still very pleased to see the sight for the face of the High Summoner.
Since the defeat of Vegnegun, Gippal hadn't heard much from the Yuna. From what he had heard, a certain love interest from the past appeared and everything was put on hold. Sounded like a bad case of "he's-the-only-one-who-gets-me" syndrome. But in all reality Gippal couldn't see Yuna behaving that way, and since he didn't know any of the details, who was he to assume? He wasn't into gossip that much anyways… so he says…
Now, getting back on topic… For the past six months the airwaves had been consumed by the leaders of Spira. The existing groups, the new groups, the reformed groups. Life was hectic now that the socio-economic revolution was in full swing all about Spira, but Lady Yuna managed to steer clear just fine. That only meant that this reaching out was due to something quite important. He figured that he better listen up.
"Well, good morning Lady Yuna. To what do I owe this pleasure?"
He was glad to see a smirk land on her lips, but not so glad to witness how quickly it disappeared.
"Well…" she started. "I'm not sure if it's much of a pleasure… but I was just wondering if maybe you had seen Rikku around anywhere lately?"
Gippal almost snorted at this. What in the world made her think that he had seen her around? Of all people who Rikku could have possibly come into contact with, he was probably at the bottom of the list (if he was on there at all). The last he had heard of her was that she traveling around. Rikku was in the midst of coming up with a new way to unite the people of Spira, of all ages and races. Gippal was pretty sure that she was just having a bad case post-traumatic stress syndrome and was jealous of her cousin's success and was scheming a plan for attention. He had laughed when he heard Cid talking about all of her bright ideas and how proud of her he was. What a daddy's girl.
"Cid's girl? No, I can't say that I have. Why? What's up?"
She let out a short breath, it hissed against the sphere causing a flurry of static for a moment. "I haven't spoken to her in nearly a month. I'm… concerned."
He smiled gently, trying to reassure the High Summoner. "Don't worry about it Yuna. Rikku's always been like that, you know. She pops in and out, and then goes off on another one of her hair-brained adventures. She can't sit still to save her life; There's really no keeping track of the kid. She'll turn up somewhere, but I'll make sure to keep an eye out for you? Okay."
A smile wiggled at the corners of Yuna's mouth, "Thank you, Gippal."
"No problem. And it's good to see you're still alive. Don't be a stranger."
"Be seeing you."
And the connection went dead.
How many times had she woken up in a place she had never seen before? Far too many. And how many times did she have to wonder who she had let touch her, what she had taken, how much gil she had spent?
Far too many…
Author's Note: So I think that this is going to turn into a multiple chapter story. Mhmm... yes. I believe so. It was inspired by a song, FSCENE8 by The Medic Droid. That song just SCREAMS Rikku, and I love me some Rippal... so you know how it all ended. The title of this story is sort of a double entendre: one side being that drugs have a major role in the plot (duh). Another having to do with the band D.R.U.G.S. (Mmm Craig Owens), which stands for "Destroy and Rebuild Until God Shows". Well what if we replaced "God" with Gippal? Teehee. Rikku's not destroying herself for God, or her family, or her friends... she just wants love. So I hope you've enjoyed your read, and I hope you review if you're looking forward to more :)