Disclaimer: I don't own Final Fantasy X-2 or any of the characters.
A/N: Sorry that I didn't update that week, but I had good reasons. I had to write a research paper for one of my classes, a bunch of stuff for my other classes, and keep my friends entertained when I wasn't involved with school. If you check in my bio, I'll put that stuff in there so you can know if I'll update that week or not.
The Trick Is To Keep Breathing
Chapter 3 :Left Behind
The sun peaked over the horizon, glaring at all to start their day.
Although others might have tried to block it out and succeeded in being rewarded with a while longer in bed, it was mandatory for all members of the Machine Faction to be up and ready by 7 A.M.
Like every morning, the same took place, but different could be said about their cocky leader.
As the sun searched him out, scanning over every inch of his bed much like one would scan for treasures in Bikanel, it found naught but an empty slate.
Blonde hair already gelled up, Gippal made it a point to get up and working before any of his men, even before the sun started it's day. Waking up at 5 A.M. sharp, no alarm needed thanks to his training in Crimson Squad.
After changing out of silk pajamas into his normal attire and putting his hair up, Gippal made his way to the main construction hall downstairs.
Looking over all the parts and models, he chose the most complicated one for himself, leaving the lesser ones for his men.
Not many could assemble such machina as their skills were no match for Gippal's in that area. Although a certain Al Bhed princess was regarded quite highly in that realm as well.
The work seemed never ending and it really was. New models had to be built for advancements in the world and others had to be repaired that went haywire or shutdown.
Then there were calls from locations that needed help of some sort involving machina. Usually Gippal would go alone or bring a small group with him, calling upon others if needed.
Just like always, a call was received today.
Halfway through the day a messenger ran up to Gippal telling him of what duties needed to be carried out.
Besaid had called requesting some machina to guard the waters and prevent fiends from coming mainland.
An uneasy sigh left Gippal's throat after hearing the news.
'Wasn't that where YRP had gone after retiring?'
He hadn't kept in touch with anyone from the group and now felt guilty about it.
But his work had kept him so busy...
They all were pretty reasonable, hopefully they would forgive him.
He didn't know much of what had happened to any of them. Perhaps he would search out the old gang and find out.
Why had he felt so uneasy about it? Everything would work out and he'd even get to see his three favorite lady friends.
Still a dreadful feeling hung over him. Something was going to happen there, and he wasn't going to like it.
None-the-less, he set out to Besaid.
He would arrive there in the late afternoon and scope out the beach to determine the best machina for the job. Then he'd get his men working on the models and go visit the village to reacquaint himself with the girls. Surely some things had to have changed in the last two years.
No matter how much Gippal prepared though, he couldn't have ever been ready for what he was about to see.
A/N: And enters Gippal this should make things interesting. Next chapter, next week. (unless something comes up)