Author's Note;
Arghhhh. Well, well, well. You know how I said that I'd update with the next chapter sooner? Haha. Yeah. I, uh, lied? ;-; Sorry. My laptop is under MAJOR problems at the moment, which pisses me off so much. It's my whole life, right there, so basically: I'm screwed without it. I have some of the third chapter there, and I can't add onto it until my laptop is better. -_- It won't be out as soon as I thought... and I know, I know. You guys probably wanna kill me, and that's understandable. This has happened to me with SO many fanfictions I've read before, and then when I go to the next chapter, it's all: Hiatus :], and hasn't been updated for years…
I can promise you that I won't abandon this for years, or months. I'll (hopefully) have my laptop back soon enough, which means I'll put up that chapter. So no worries, ne?
It will take longer than I hoped, for it to be finished. Ah, anyways, it has to be up at least by then. If not, I'm really sorry. Life is a pain in the dressphere. (lmfao.)
But I'm not going to be mean or anything. I'll be amazing and grant you kiddies with a special treat: a preview! Like you know those previews of movies that show up before whatever movie you're seeing does? Yeah, like that. But it's in words. And it's a bit longer. And it might not take a few minutes. Or maybe it will. –rambles-
Ahah. Enjoy!
The FULL third chapter will be up whenever I can. You guys can keep reviewing for previous chapters and this little sad excuse for a preview as well. :D Woo!
I've FINALLY decided to add on Gippal's point of view. Eheh. I thought it'd be good. And a few people had said it would be a great idea as well. Anyways, the REAL chapter three will have this in it, but it might be different. I do, of course, have to edit it for grammar errors, and things that I think are retarded. Alrighties? This thing'll just give you this gist of it, or something. Whatever. Enough ramblin'!
V-chan of VCR(:
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[ Gippal's POV ]
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Being born into a rich family, made life much easier. Being born into a middle-classed family, was okay. Then… there was the poor family. And Yevon, that wasn't exactly something most people would like to be in.
We all strive to become something. We all usually have life dreams, or goals, to become something far more better than having an average life. Like becoming a doctor, or a knight, or a songstress, like that really hot one. Lenne, was it? She was really, really, something. But it's not like that happened in one night. She did practice, I think. And my father has this "dream" of making a machine faction. It's kind of small right now, because we don't have much money. I don't know if we ever will. At the rate of what the company's actually earning, I think he'll have to close it. We can fix all this machina, and make some more... But that doesn't mean we don't have competition. King Cid's got his own faction. And it's pretty much stealing all the business. After all, they do make a pretty good job on all the fixing, and they make machina too.
And us? No. To make machina we need parts. For parts we need money. For money we need lots of customers. For customers, we need to be really good. Which, unfortunately, brings us back to the money issue.
Except this one night happened to change it all, my dad said. He had an amazing idea.
An amazing idea that involved me.
An amazing idea that involved some girl.
An amazing idea that will get us a whole lot of money.
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I came home that same night, after seeing Cid's Girl, and found myself in a whole lot of trouble. They (meaning my mom and dad) were yelling and ranting about how I shouldn't take off from work. And if you ask me, I don't really care! I mean seriously, I've been working there since I was nine. Nine. I was a freaking kid at that age. Don't get me wrong, I love machina. I love working on them. It's my pride and joy, and I do want to take over the business one day, when I can. But I need some fun from time to time to, right?
I looked at them with a bored stare. Did they honestly think I care? I'm the best guy my dad has at that machine faction, and he knows it. If I skip out sometimes, it's not going to kill the world. We don't get that many machina to be fixed, and if we do, then the other guys are completely clueless to how they're going to fix it. I'm the one who's usually helping them all. So if I want a break, then I deserve a break. Right?
"Gippal? Gippal! Did you hear that?"
My eye darted towards my dad. He had blonde hair, which was slowly but surely turning white. Though, he denied the whole thing. He had a dark yellow shirt on, with a big brown jacket, brown pants that had patches on them and black boots. I was almost like a "mirror" image of him. But I had a black eye patch, my jacket was dark red, and my shirt was light purple and sleeveless, and my pants and boots were black. I pulled it off much better than him, I think.
"Mmhm," I said. Truth be told, I didn't hear a word he said. But it was worth a shot, I guess. "Um… something about being… responsible?"
He threw his hands up into the air. "Fryd dra ramm ys E kuenk du tu fedr oui?!"
I rolled my eyes. Typical anger. This was what usually erupted from him after I said something wrong. My mom shook her head and patted my father's back, and then moved towards me, bending over to plant a kiss on my head. "E's kuenk du pat." She stated wearily and walked towards her room.
I gave a short wave. "Hekrd, Sudran," I said before returning my attention to my father. He was rubbing his hands across his face, as if trying to relieve some stress, or something. I was usually giving them "headaches" as they put it.
"Gippal. Where. Were. You?" My dad said rather calmly.
"Out – near that field… over there, somewhere." I replied shrugging. "I don't know it exactly, but I know where I was. Don't worry, I didn't do anything stupid this time," I added waving my hand. Jeez. Parent's are so paranoid sometimes. It's like every single detail must be to their standards, or whatever, and if not: you're screwed.
"Doing what?" He asked.
"Talking with Cid's Girl," My hand traced the scratches on the wooden table absentmindedly. That was a really cool nickname. Cid's Girl. It had some kind of touch to it. I didn't want to get all "buddy-buddy" with that girl, since I'd probably get prosecuted by her dad for even touching her arm. Though, she seemed kind of cool. Most famous people, from what I've heard, are all stuck up and want to associate with "their" people. Rikku seemed kind of different. She was nice. Spunky. And she definitely was not too bad-looking.
Vydran's brow furrowed in confusion. He looked at me and narrowed his eyes. I raised an eyebrow of my own and shrugged. "You know: Princess Rikku?" I added. That nearly gave him a heart attack. His eyes widened and he looked at me incredulously. As if he was bewildered by the fact that someone with that high of a social status would even dare to look at me.
"You met her?" He stammered. It seemed like he was about to faint. I nodded and ran a hand through my hair.
"That I did,"
This information didn't seem to process in his mind. What the fiends? Was it seriously that hard to believe that I met her? Honestly! A growl escaped my lips and I rolled my eye at him. "I don't see what the big deal is," I said after a moment of silence.
My dad wasn't paying attention though. He seemed lost in thought, which got me even more pissed, because it was like this huge event because I hung out with Rikku. He finally looked up at me after a while and tilted his head. A plan was formulating in his head already. The glint in his eyes said so. "What, exactly, happened?" He asked.
So I told him every little detail. Except for a few minor things, like the obvious infatuation she probably had for me. I mean, Spira, she looked like she didn't want to let go of me, let alone step away from my body. It was kind of funny though. I have that effect on a lot of girls, so I'm told.
When I was finished, he nodded and placed a hand underneath his chin, rubbing it back and forth. I tapped my fingers on the countertop, awaiting what he was going to say next. "So…" He murmured, still not looking at me.
"Yes?" I said, drawing out the word as long as I could.
"She said she wouldn't mind seeing you again, right…?" He added. I nodded and stretched my arms above my head. "Yeah, as long as she's in Djose,"
The little glint in his eye had come back, and it looked like it wasn't exactly so nice. He smiled and walked over to me. He patted my back and laughed a hearty laugh. I was confused. Really confused. It was like he had mood-swings! I just looked up at him and blinked.
"You know Gippal," He started, smiling widely. But by the looks of it, he didn't seem like he was genuine about it. "I've had a change of heart!" He declared. "You are not in trouble, my boy," My dad patted me again. I drew in my breath. There would be a catch somewhere…
"No, it's alright for you to see Princess Rikku again," He said. I snorted and shook my head.
"Spira, Vydran, it's not like I'm dating her." I said rolling my eye.
"Do you think she'd LIKE for you to date her?" My dad said quickly. Evidently, I still did not follow him.
"Sure, I guess," I mused shrugging. At an afterthought, I laughed. "Hah. I mean, who wouldn't?"
He nodded and chuckled. "Gippal, I think I have a wonderful idea that I would love for you to carry out," He said, smiling from ear to ear. "And you know by that, I mean: you have to." A grin spread across his face after finishing that, and he walked away from me, only saying a quick "Goodnight" and marching off into the bedroom, with a happier demeanor than he had on before. This left me alone, at the table, with the light and the furniture as my only companion. What was he even talking about? I sighed and lay my head down against the table. This was ridiculous. Here I was, all alone, with my father who's probably come up with this world domination plan, and I had not a single clue what it was all about! Nothing. I knew nothing. But from that, I learned three things. One: I was needed for it. Two: It would have something to do with Rikku (probably). And three: I wouldn't like it.
I definitely wouldn't like it.
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Al Bhed Translations;
Fryd dra ramm ys E kuenk du tu fedr oui – What the hell am I going to do with you?
E's kuenk du pat – I'm going to bed
Hekrd – 'Night
Sudran – Mother
Vydran – Father