A gentle breeze swooped around the island of Bikanel. Dark grey clouds swirled gently, threatening the normally dry island and residents with their first rainstorm. In the machina city known only as Home, there were only 2 people wandering around the living quarters. The first, a tall 14 year-old female with elegant gold-grey hair spilling down her back, and the second, a shorter blond 16 year-old male with piercing grey eyes entered a side room. It was stacked with crates of glowing marbles, feathery blankets, potions, and other strange items. Large red guns lied in the corner.

"So, how do you make these things? Do you just stick 'em in the gun?" Paine asked. She took a gun and attempted to stick a marble and a down into the gun. The blond man sighed.

"No, here let me show you." Gippal took the gun and the two ingredients. He placed each into a slot on the weapon, grabbed a long metal rod at the top and turned it. Paine could hear the two items being mixed within the gun.

"I want to try it!" Paine grabbed the gun and shot it at a target stuck to the wall. A Final Phoenix shot out. It let out a screech before turning into glowing ashes and falling over Paine and Gippal. Gippal laughed a little.

"You're a mess!" he joked.

"So are you!" Paine playfully shoved him, sending ashes scattering on the floor. "I hope that scream didn't wake anybody up. You did say that nobody knew I was coming."

"Probably not. These walls are pretty thick. But I wish I could show you my parents! It's too bad that they're anti-Yevon...how'd you get away from Kinoc, anyways?"

"I told him I had to go on a mission for the temple, so naturally he'd have to let me go. Man, he'd be so PISSED if he found out that I went to my illegitimate Al Bhed boyfriend's island!"

"Oac, E esykeha ra fuimt pa, oui cemmo kenm!" Gippal said. He laughed.

Paine tackled Gippal. They wrestled for a bit, but Gippal lost painfully.

"Oh yeeeeah! Chalk up another win for the Paine-pnehkan!"

"E fuimt ryja fuh, ev E fych'd yvnyet oui fuimt ryja tacdnuoat sa vencd!"

"Dryd tuac hud syga yho cahca, oui cemmo puo."

Paine loved sneaking away from her home in Kilika. At the temples, she had to always act her best, wear heavy robes, and never speak back to a man. But here – glorious freedom! Simply glorious! Paine was about to plant a kiss on her man, when the door suddenly slammed open. Kinoc and Cid, the leader of the Al Bhed, stood in the doorway glaring.

Paine giggled nervously.

"Hiya Kinoc."

"Hello, Paine. We are leaving, and YOU have a lot of explaining to do."

Paine stood up. She made no attempt to straighten her messy hair or brush off her dusty shorts & halter. In fact, she made sure that she looked as provocative as possible, just to make Kinoc angrier.

"Bye Gippal,' she said flirtatiously, and left.

Kinoc walked angrily through the city, until they reached Paine's hoverbike. They climbed onto the bike, and sped through the desert.

"I don't understand you, Paine! I thought you told me you were going on a mission trip! Do you have any idea how worried I was when I went to Bevelle and they told me that they didn't know what I was talking about?"

"Sorry, but no."

"And then I find you almost doing...that with an Al Bhed?!"

"What do you people have against the word 'sex'?"

"For one thing, it's a filthy thing. For another thing, a lady should not talk about such things!" Kinoc paused.

"You remind me of your father...when you were born, he had the same conversation with the head priest..."

Paine laughed.

"Chip off the ol' block, huh?"

A/N: Sorry this chapter took a bit longer to get up than usual. Do you have any idea how hard it is to find a picture of Gippal? Anyways, to my reviewers: Yes, I'm aware that the last chapter took place before all the other chapters. It was a flashback. And to all you Baraine fans: Don't worry! Baralai and Paine WILL get together before the end of this fic. Nooj has got nothin' on Baralai & Gippal. ^^

Translations:

Oac, E esykeha ra fuimt pa, oui cemmo kenm!: Yes, I imagine he would be, you silly girl!

pnehkan: bringer

E fuimt ryja fuh, ev E fych'd yvnyet oui fuimt ryja tacdnuoat sa vencd!: I would have won, if I wasn't afraid you would have destroyed me first!

Dryd tuac hud syga yho cahca, oui cemmo puo.: That does not make any sense, you silly boy.