Hey-lo. SakuraBubbles here! I've decided to translate the Al Bhed in this chapter 'cause there's a lot of it and I supposed not all of you have memorized that language, like me. I wanna get this chapter up before I go on vacation over the weekend. Oh, and I wanna thank you all for reviewing!! You all came back to read!
Magenta Fox: I know you read it! When are you updating Broken Trinity? ::pokes:: I'm patiently awaiting a praetor and his bunny rabbit.
Alice Valentine: Awww Rikku! You silly goose. Next time I'll notify you of a new chapter in big bold letters!!!
Lar-lar: Good… I'm glad that the info wasn't too much. ::sweatdrop:: It was a chapter that I didn't really like writing but I knew I had to in order to explain things. I'm using Yuna in that sense
DemonButtercup: You came back too! ::dances:: I hope you enjoy this chapter too. Sorry if it's a little short…
Jade: You don't have an account here? You should get one. No pressure though. I'm glad you like my fic so much! ::bows::
And the spacing was weird in the last chapter. ::kicks html:: I'm gonna try revamping it… I also found some errors in both the first and second chapters so bleh… gotta redo both. Shouldn't take too long.
Chapter Three: Meeting the Family
"Gippal!"
A bouncing Al Bhed girl ran up to him, a large grin on her face, exposing her dimples cutely. Gippal pulled on the two blonde braids that hung from the back of her head.
"Hey Cid's Girl."
"It's Rikku!" she stomped. "Leggo!"
Baralai looked at the two admiringly. Were they lovers perhaps? From what little he had seen, he noticed a good chemistry between them ((I hate Rippal or Gipku or Gikku or WHATEVER G/R sucks!!! Rawr!!)).
"Fru yna oui?" (Who are you?)
With a slight yelp at the harshness of these words, Baralai jumped back and stared alarmingly at a tall, half-dressed Al Bhed man. He had a large multi-colored tattoo stretching from his abdomen to his arms in distinct flame patterns. He wore green-blue-brown pants that belled around his legs and maroon suspenders holding the pants loosely up ((I'm looking at my Sim of him for this description… Yevon I hate Brother)). His blonde Al Bhed hair was in what the Al Bhed called a "mohawk," which was a very popular hairstyle among the Al Bhed.
Baralai preferred Gippal's hair better. It was spiked up in the front with one or two stray strands of hair falling down onto his forehead. The rest of his hair was kept short and matted neatly down against his head, reaching down to the middle of his neck in unevenness.
"Fruuu… yna… oui?!" the mohawk man asked again. Rikku looked to him.
"Brother, crid ib! Ra'c y vnaeaht uv Gippal'c, e drehk." (Brother, shut up! He's a friend of Gippal's, I think.)
"Pid ra ryc fehkc!" replied the man, pointing to the remains of Baralai's wings. (But he has wings!) Rikku pranced over.
"Oooh… cu ra tuec…" (Oooh… so he does.)
"Ra'c vnus Bevelle, Rikku! Kad ufyo!" warned the man, flailing his arms. (He's from Bevelle, Rikku! Get away!)
Gippal sighed, raising his eye to Baralai.
"That's Brother. He only speaks Al Bhed."
"His name is Brother?" inquired Baralai. Gippal grinned.
"Yep." To Brother, he added, "Mecdah, cdibet. Drec ec y lidea dryd e vuiht uid uh dra tacand." (Listen, stupid. This is a cutie that I found out on the desert.)
"'Lidea?' Fryd du oui sayh po dryd?" ('Cutie?' What to you mean by that?)
Gippal grinned.
"Fryd du oui drehk?" (What do you think?)
Brother threw up his arms, walking around flamboyantly. Baralai guessed that it was a trait of the Al Bhed because he had seen Gippal do it as they traveled.
"What's up with your wings anyway?" asked Rikku. Baralai was surprised that she was talking with him right away, unlike Gippal had done.
"They were cut off."
"By what?"
"A fiend."
"Hmm… bet it was a Zu. OH! Hey, do you know a girl named Yuna up in Bevelle?"
"Of course. She's Maester Braska's daughter and also we've been friends since we were children."
"She's my cousin!"
"Really?" Baralai knew that Yuna was Al Bhed and had cousins but he was surprised that he had found her.
"Yeah, on my father's side."
"She's spoken of a cousin before."
Rikku beamed.
"She has?! Wow! What does she look like?"
So Baralai told her all there was to know Gippal occupied by vaguely listening as he fiddled with the black tie he was wearing and Brother occupied himself by eyeing Baralai's wings and doodling in the sand.
"Wow… she must be so pretty!" Rikku exclaimed. She grinned. "Do you have a crush on her?"
"That was unexpected," said Gippal, glancing sideways at Baralai. Baralai smiled warmly.
"No, I don't."
"Aww, yes you do!"
"I assure you, I don't."
"Gippal, what do you think?"
"Yldiymmo, e fyc rubehk ra fyc kyo." ((I'll let you guys translate that one on your own, bwahaha))
"Gippal! Oui banjand! L'suh, ed'c upjeuic ra megac Yuna." (Gippal! You pervert! C'mon, it's obvious he likes Yuna.)
Upon hearing Yuna's name in that sentence, Baralai decided to clarify.
"R-really… I'm not attracted to her…" Baralai stammered. His wings were really bothering him now that he wasn't constantly moving. "G-Gippal, is there anything here I could use for my wings?"
"They're hurting again?" asked Gippal. He looked to Brother. "Brother, mayt res ehceta, bmayca. Rikku, oui duu. E'mm pa nekrd eh." (Brother, lead him inside, please. Rikku, you too. I'll be right in.)
Rikku smiled to Baralai.
"C'mon with us! Your clothes are shredded—maybe you should wash up and I'll sew those."
"You wouldn't mind?"
"Not at all. I'll get the blood out, too."
Baralai looked to Gippal and the Al Bhed waved to him.
"I'll be in in a sec."
When Gippal looked back to make sure that they had gone inside, he saw that they had. He stared out into the desert, one hand on his hip, the other lazily hanging down at his side, his back curved. He sighed, moving his fingers up to the gauze over his right eye.
"Tch… somethin's up," he told the desert. When he realized that the desert either already knew or didn't care, he turned and went inside.
"Cu e cyoc du res, e cyoc, oui lyh'd ku ynuiht pnykkeh' ypuid ruf oui tik ib y bnaleuic bynd uv machina mega dryd frah oui tuh'd ajah ghuf ruf du ica dra drehk!" (So I says to him, I says, you can't go around braggin' about how you dug up a precious part of machina like that when you don't even know how to use the thing!)
Gippal groaned and pondered on whether or not to continue into the house. Cid was home. Cid was Rikku and Brother's father and apparently this "Yuna's" uncle on her mother's side. Cid was famous among the Al Bhed for his inventions and different uses for machine. He was also the holder of the most boring stories anyone could ever listen to. Gippal wanted to laugh at Baralai's expression. It was pained, confused, bored, and looked as though was saying "Get me out of here now."
"Cid! Ra tuach'd ihtancdyht Al Bhed." (Cid! He doesn't understand Al Bhed.)
Cid glanced over and saw Gippal. Rikku was giggling the entire time and Brother was sitting at a table, holding his head up lazily.
"Ohh… oh I see. Sorry 'bout that," Cid apologized. "Anyway, what the hell are ya doin' here?"
"Um… I—"
"Aw Cid be a little nicer to 'im. He's hurt really bad."
"A Yevonite?" asked Cid, looking to Baralai's back. Baralai snapped a little.
"Yes, a Yevonite. A tired and very much in pain Yevonite."
"I told him he could shower here," said Gippal, folding his arms. "And we should speak to someone about an amputation."
"Amputation?! You mean they won't grow back?" whined Rikku. Baralai shook his head.
"It's an oddity in Bevelle… for one to lose his wings. However, wings do not regenerate anyway."
"Awww… I bet you would have looked gorgeous with wings… not that you don't look good already," replied Rikku with a sad smile. Baralai looked down.
"Um…"
"Shower?"
"That'd be great."
Gippal shooed Rikku off to show him how the shower worked while he stayed behind with Cid and Brother. Gippal lived with them in this small house to help pay the rent. He had moved in a while ago and hadn't been a bother to Rikku or her family. Gippal and Brother were decent enough friends and Cid was all right. But truthfully, Gippal was sick of the sand. He wanted to get out of that place so badly. In fact, it's that desire that lost him his eye.
In Bevelle, showers had two separate showerheads, one for the body and a smaller one for the wings. For the first time, he was half grateful that he didn't have the other head. Rikku had warned him about not using too much water while in there. Also, he wasn't sure how water would do against his wings' current state.
So he stared up into the nozzle as it poured down onto his naked body. His white hair framed his face and a few trails of water that escaped onto his back, running down smoothly. His mind fled through different things and different topics. One topic was Yuna. He didn't like it when people assumed that they were a couple or anything similar to that. Not that he disliked Yuna—he loved her as a friend very much—but they would never go out. He wasn't interested in girls.
In fact, he found Gippal to be rather intriguing.
He shook his head, trying not to think about Gippal, especially in a shower, no less. Baralai had to focus on a way back up to Bevelle and fast. He was worried about the situation up there. Being praetor was a heavy job, filled with paperwork and strategic battle plans and the like. So without him, he feared Bevelle wouldn't do well. The Maesters could probably handle everything though.
He sighed. He didn't want to see Bevelle slip into the wrong hands.
The door suddenly clicked open. Baralai froze, his arm midair.
"Um, who is it?"
He hoped it wasn't Brother. That man creeped him out.
"It's me."
It was Gippal. Baralai turned his head, glad that there was a shower curtain between them.
"W-what are you doing?"
"Rikku forgot to leave you a towel."
"Ah…"
He remembered the potion on his leg.
"Hey! Can I shower with this stuff on my leg?"
"Oh yeah. It's a barrier. Nothing can break that off."
"What about when the wound heals?"
"It starts to disintegrate."
"Th-that's interesting."
Gippal grinned.
"Cute boxers."
"What are you doing?!"
"Rikku needs your laundry."
"J-just a minute! Why are you looking at my boxers?"
"'Cause they're cute! What do these symbols mean?" ((only Baralai would have Yevon boxers like that ))
"Various different things."
"Rikku told you not to take too long in the shower, right?"
"I'm washing my hair as we speak so as to not take long."
"Good boy!"
"Are you done yet?"
"Well, if you really want me to leave…"
"Unless you'd rather join me?"
Baralai jumped a bit when Gippal jokingly shook the shower curtain as if he was joining him.
"H-HEY!"
Gippal laughed and headed to the door.
"Careful of your wings, okay?"
"Right."
He heard the door shut and he shook his head, soaking his head under the rushing water, running his hands through his hair, getting the shampoo out. He had to get Gippal off of his mind. It was stupid of him to tell him to join him. What if he really had?
Baralai doubted that he would have. He sighed and grabbed some liquid soap, trying not to think anything else on it.
So. Baralai misses Bevelle and is worried about it. But what about Gippal? How much longer will Baralai have to be away from home? As long as I can keep writing, dammit!!! Please review you wonderful little Yevonites, or whatever you are. ::bows and runs away::
Magenta Fox: I know you read it! When are you updating Broken Trinity? ::pokes:: I'm patiently awaiting a praetor and his bunny rabbit.
Alice Valentine: Awww Rikku! You silly goose. Next time I'll notify you of a new chapter in big bold letters!!!
Lar-lar: Good… I'm glad that the info wasn't too much. ::sweatdrop:: It was a chapter that I didn't really like writing but I knew I had to in order to explain things. I'm using Yuna in that sense
DemonButtercup: You came back too! ::dances:: I hope you enjoy this chapter too. Sorry if it's a little short…
Jade: You don't have an account here? You should get one. No pressure though. I'm glad you like my fic so much! ::bows::
And the spacing was weird in the last chapter. ::kicks html:: I'm gonna try revamping it… I also found some errors in both the first and second chapters so bleh… gotta redo both. Shouldn't take too long.
"Gippal!"
A bouncing Al Bhed girl ran up to him, a large grin on her face, exposing her dimples cutely. Gippal pulled on the two blonde braids that hung from the back of her head.
"Hey Cid's Girl."
"It's Rikku!" she stomped. "Leggo!"
Baralai looked at the two admiringly. Were they lovers perhaps? From what little he had seen, he noticed a good chemistry between them ((I hate Rippal or Gipku or Gikku or WHATEVER G/R sucks!!! Rawr!!)).
"Fru yna oui?" (Who are you?)
With a slight yelp at the harshness of these words, Baralai jumped back and stared alarmingly at a tall, half-dressed Al Bhed man. He had a large multi-colored tattoo stretching from his abdomen to his arms in distinct flame patterns. He wore green-blue-brown pants that belled around his legs and maroon suspenders holding the pants loosely up ((I'm looking at my Sim of him for this description… Yevon I hate Brother)). His blonde Al Bhed hair was in what the Al Bhed called a "mohawk," which was a very popular hairstyle among the Al Bhed.
Baralai preferred Gippal's hair better. It was spiked up in the front with one or two stray strands of hair falling down onto his forehead. The rest of his hair was kept short and matted neatly down against his head, reaching down to the middle of his neck in unevenness.
"Fruuu… yna… oui?!" the mohawk man asked again. Rikku looked to him.
"Brother, crid ib! Ra'c y vnaeaht uv Gippal'c, e drehk." (Brother, shut up! He's a friend of Gippal's, I think.)
"Pid ra ryc fehkc!" replied the man, pointing to the remains of Baralai's wings. (But he has wings!) Rikku pranced over.
"Oooh… cu ra tuec…" (Oooh… so he does.)
"Ra'c vnus Bevelle, Rikku! Kad ufyo!" warned the man, flailing his arms. (He's from Bevelle, Rikku! Get away!)
Gippal sighed, raising his eye to Baralai.
"That's Brother. He only speaks Al Bhed."
"His name is Brother?" inquired Baralai. Gippal grinned.
"Yep." To Brother, he added, "Mecdah, cdibet. Drec ec y lidea dryd e vuiht uid uh dra tacand." (Listen, stupid. This is a cutie that I found out on the desert.)
"'Lidea?' Fryd du oui sayh po dryd?" ('Cutie?' What to you mean by that?)
Gippal grinned.
"Fryd du oui drehk?" (What do you think?)
Brother threw up his arms, walking around flamboyantly. Baralai guessed that it was a trait of the Al Bhed because he had seen Gippal do it as they traveled.
"What's up with your wings anyway?" asked Rikku. Baralai was surprised that she was talking with him right away, unlike Gippal had done.
"They were cut off."
"By what?"
"A fiend."
"Hmm… bet it was a Zu. OH! Hey, do you know a girl named Yuna up in Bevelle?"
"Of course. She's Maester Braska's daughter and also we've been friends since we were children."
"She's my cousin!"
"Really?" Baralai knew that Yuna was Al Bhed and had cousins but he was surprised that he had found her.
"Yeah, on my father's side."
"She's spoken of a cousin before."
Rikku beamed.
"She has?! Wow! What does she look like?"
So Baralai told her all there was to know Gippal occupied by vaguely listening as he fiddled with the black tie he was wearing and Brother occupied himself by eyeing Baralai's wings and doodling in the sand.
"Wow… she must be so pretty!" Rikku exclaimed. She grinned. "Do you have a crush on her?"
"That was unexpected," said Gippal, glancing sideways at Baralai. Baralai smiled warmly.
"No, I don't."
"Aww, yes you do!"
"I assure you, I don't."
"Gippal, what do you think?"
"Yldiymmo, e fyc rubehk ra fyc kyo." ((I'll let you guys translate that one on your own, bwahaha))
"Gippal! Oui banjand! L'suh, ed'c upjeuic ra megac Yuna." (Gippal! You pervert! C'mon, it's obvious he likes Yuna.)
Upon hearing Yuna's name in that sentence, Baralai decided to clarify.
"R-really… I'm not attracted to her…" Baralai stammered. His wings were really bothering him now that he wasn't constantly moving. "G-Gippal, is there anything here I could use for my wings?"
"They're hurting again?" asked Gippal. He looked to Brother. "Brother, mayt res ehceta, bmayca. Rikku, oui duu. E'mm pa nekrd eh." (Brother, lead him inside, please. Rikku, you too. I'll be right in.)
Rikku smiled to Baralai.
"C'mon with us! Your clothes are shredded—maybe you should wash up and I'll sew those."
"You wouldn't mind?"
"Not at all. I'll get the blood out, too."
Baralai looked to Gippal and the Al Bhed waved to him.
"I'll be in in a sec."
When Gippal looked back to make sure that they had gone inside, he saw that they had. He stared out into the desert, one hand on his hip, the other lazily hanging down at his side, his back curved. He sighed, moving his fingers up to the gauze over his right eye.
"Tch… somethin's up," he told the desert. When he realized that the desert either already knew or didn't care, he turned and went inside.
"Cu e cyoc du res, e cyoc, oui lyh'd ku ynuiht pnykkeh' ypuid ruf oui tik ib y bnaleuic bynd uv machina mega dryd frah oui tuh'd ajah ghuf ruf du ica dra drehk!" (So I says to him, I says, you can't go around braggin' about how you dug up a precious part of machina like that when you don't even know how to use the thing!)
Gippal groaned and pondered on whether or not to continue into the house. Cid was home. Cid was Rikku and Brother's father and apparently this "Yuna's" uncle on her mother's side. Cid was famous among the Al Bhed for his inventions and different uses for machine. He was also the holder of the most boring stories anyone could ever listen to. Gippal wanted to laugh at Baralai's expression. It was pained, confused, bored, and looked as though was saying "Get me out of here now."
"Cid! Ra tuach'd ihtancdyht Al Bhed." (Cid! He doesn't understand Al Bhed.)
Cid glanced over and saw Gippal. Rikku was giggling the entire time and Brother was sitting at a table, holding his head up lazily.
"Ohh… oh I see. Sorry 'bout that," Cid apologized. "Anyway, what the hell are ya doin' here?"
"Um… I—"
"Aw Cid be a little nicer to 'im. He's hurt really bad."
"A Yevonite?" asked Cid, looking to Baralai's back. Baralai snapped a little.
"Yes, a Yevonite. A tired and very much in pain Yevonite."
"I told him he could shower here," said Gippal, folding his arms. "And we should speak to someone about an amputation."
"Amputation?! You mean they won't grow back?" whined Rikku. Baralai shook his head.
"It's an oddity in Bevelle… for one to lose his wings. However, wings do not regenerate anyway."
"Awww… I bet you would have looked gorgeous with wings… not that you don't look good already," replied Rikku with a sad smile. Baralai looked down.
"Um…"
"Shower?"
"That'd be great."
Gippal shooed Rikku off to show him how the shower worked while he stayed behind with Cid and Brother. Gippal lived with them in this small house to help pay the rent. He had moved in a while ago and hadn't been a bother to Rikku or her family. Gippal and Brother were decent enough friends and Cid was all right. But truthfully, Gippal was sick of the sand. He wanted to get out of that place so badly. In fact, it's that desire that lost him his eye.
In Bevelle, showers had two separate showerheads, one for the body and a smaller one for the wings. For the first time, he was half grateful that he didn't have the other head. Rikku had warned him about not using too much water while in there. Also, he wasn't sure how water would do against his wings' current state.
So he stared up into the nozzle as it poured down onto his naked body. His white hair framed his face and a few trails of water that escaped onto his back, running down smoothly. His mind fled through different things and different topics. One topic was Yuna. He didn't like it when people assumed that they were a couple or anything similar to that. Not that he disliked Yuna—he loved her as a friend very much—but they would never go out. He wasn't interested in girls.
In fact, he found Gippal to be rather intriguing.
He shook his head, trying not to think about Gippal, especially in a shower, no less. Baralai had to focus on a way back up to Bevelle and fast. He was worried about the situation up there. Being praetor was a heavy job, filled with paperwork and strategic battle plans and the like. So without him, he feared Bevelle wouldn't do well. The Maesters could probably handle everything though.
He sighed. He didn't want to see Bevelle slip into the wrong hands.
The door suddenly clicked open. Baralai froze, his arm midair.
"Um, who is it?"
He hoped it wasn't Brother. That man creeped him out.
"It's me."
It was Gippal. Baralai turned his head, glad that there was a shower curtain between them.
"W-what are you doing?"
"Rikku forgot to leave you a towel."
"Ah…"
He remembered the potion on his leg.
"Hey! Can I shower with this stuff on my leg?"
"Oh yeah. It's a barrier. Nothing can break that off."
"What about when the wound heals?"
"It starts to disintegrate."
"Th-that's interesting."
Gippal grinned.
"Cute boxers."
"What are you doing?!"
"Rikku needs your laundry."
"J-just a minute! Why are you looking at my boxers?"
"'Cause they're cute! What do these symbols mean?" ((only Baralai would have Yevon boxers like that ))
"Various different things."
"Rikku told you not to take too long in the shower, right?"
"I'm washing my hair as we speak so as to not take long."
"Good boy!"
"Are you done yet?"
"Well, if you really want me to leave…"
"Unless you'd rather join me?"
Baralai jumped a bit when Gippal jokingly shook the shower curtain as if he was joining him.
"H-HEY!"
Gippal laughed and headed to the door.
"Careful of your wings, okay?"
"Right."
He heard the door shut and he shook his head, soaking his head under the rushing water, running his hands through his hair, getting the shampoo out. He had to get Gippal off of his mind. It was stupid of him to tell him to join him. What if he really had?
Baralai doubted that he would have. He sighed and grabbed some liquid soap, trying not to think anything else on it.
So. Baralai misses Bevelle and is worried about it. But what about Gippal? How much longer will Baralai have to be away from home? As long as I can keep writing, dammit!!! Please review you wonderful little Yevonites, or whatever you are. ::bows and runs away::