I'm back. And I have fic. XD
It's been a while. ^^; Got internet last week Wednesday but I've been too distracted by other things to actually update. (Exams, Assignments, Work, One Piece Marathon, Watching Dear Boys aka "Hoop Days")
So I'm back and I bring...a half-assed attempt at Gippalai. That's GippalxBaralai for you non-Final Fantasy players. XD
Oh yeah and I have to reply to some comments people left long ago. ^^; Sorry about that.
Note: Great. The first fic ever since internet-loss caused by Roommate Trouble #2. And it's a Final Fantasy X-2 fic. *headdesk* I had nothing to do so whenever I had free time, all I did was play FFX-2 or Winning Eleven 8. And watching other non-POT related anime. (But catching up with the POT manga XD)
Title: Sacrifices
Fandom: Final Fantasy X-2
Pairing: GippalxBaralai
It's awfully hard to concentrate on paperwork when one's lover is playing around with his eye patch.
Baralai supposed that it came with the entire packet that is Gippal. That and the loud snoring, sudden disappearances and the less-than-desired timing of certain make out sessions. (Not that Baralai was complaining about the sessions themselves, but Gippal really shouldn't tackle him in the corridors where the other monks can easily spot them.
The snoring he didn't mind much, it happened rarely. Only on the rare occurrence that Gippal is utterly exhausted and that was usually at the end of the month when all the inventories had to be checked, double-checked and triple-checked. Gippal had zero organizational skills and the fact that he would abandon his post at the drop of a hat didn't help.
While his co-workers took care of the machinas, the only person who had the right to handle inventory work and wages and such was the man-in-charge, Gippal. It was probably a good thing that math was a strong point of his or else it would take him weeks to finish all the work. Gippal, professional procrastinator, needed only one day to finish everything. By the time everything is finished he would trudge towards the room he shared with Baralai and collapse in utter exhaustion, snoring away into Baralai's ears.
The one that probably bothered Baralai the most was the sudden disappearances. It was exasperating sometimes. He wouldn't know where Gippal had gone off to most of the times. And his lover would reappear days later with a grin and no explanation. If Baralai didn't know any better, he would have long ago kicked Gippal out on the grounds of being promiscuous. Of course, he DID know Gippal and he knew him well.
Despite his obvious talents for being a swindler, he wouldn't actually cheat on Baralai. Besides, Gippal knew that if he so much as thought of two-timing Baralai, he would be lunch for the wild Malboros in the Calm Lands.
Still, he didn't like coming home to a darkly lit room with no one to welcome him home. He had been used to that, long ago, but by this time he had gotten used to having Gippal there with a bright grin on his face, welcoming him home. It just wasn't the same.
"Oi." SMACK. "You're going to burn a hole into that piece of paper you know." Pull. "You've been staring at it for the last five minutes or so." SMACK.
Baralai set his pen gently down and regarded his lover with a cool stare and a forced smile.
"I can hardly concentrate with you sitting there, doing absolutely nothing."
Gippal took one good look at him and grinned. Fortunately, it stopped him from pulling at his eye patch and letting it go, an action he kept repeating for the last hour or so.
"Oh, so you've finally snapped huh?" The blond looked very much amused. "Come on, let's go home. It's late already."
"I still have all this work to finish."
Gippal rolled his eye, getting up from the couch he had been occupying ever since he came back from work.
"I'm sure Bevelle can go without," He paused, holding up a paper to read, "ten thousand toilet papers?" He paused, wrinkling his nose. "Alright, maybe not THAT. But I'm sure it can go without all of the other stuff."
"And if it can't?" Baralai asked, raising an eyebrow, though he couldn't quite keep the amusement from his face. His lips were twitching and he knew that his eyes were dancing with laughter.
"Then whatever." He walked over to Baralai's desk, setting his hands down on it and leaning forward. "Bevelle will not crumble just because you didn't sign a few papers, Baralai."
"And how would you know that?"
"It obviously didn't crumble at the very beginning of the Eternal Calm and everything is still standing now." Gippal said dryly. "Go home. Bed. You are exhausted and you've been spelling your name wrong."
"What?" Baralai glanced down on his papers and sure enough, he had been spelling his name as "Barali". The Praetor groaned, collapsing against his chair. Gippal chuckled and extended his hand.
"Come on, I'll even let you wake me up extra early tomorrow morning."
"Hmm? Really?"
Gippal paused for a moment, hesitating. "Well, you can try, at least." Baralai laughed and he felt his exhaustion ebb away slowly.
"Alright then." He said, grabbing a hold of Gippal's hand. "But you're going to baby sit for Nooj next week."
Gippal let out a sound that was a cross between a choke and a chortle.
"Tch. The sacrifices I have to make for you." He muttered dramatically. Baralai smiled calmly, keeping what he had wanted to say to himself. After all, if he had to make sacrifices for Gippal, then it was obvious that Gippal had probably done the same.
End
Whee. Done. Yay. *collapses*
So I'm back and I bring...a half-assed attempt at Gippalai. That's GippalxBaralai for you non-Final Fantasy players. XD
Oh yeah and I have to reply to some comments people left long ago. ^^; Sorry about that.
Note: Great. The first fic ever since internet-loss caused by Roommate Trouble #2. And it's a Final Fantasy X-2 fic. *headdesk* I had nothing to do so whenever I had free time, all I did was play FFX-2 or Winning Eleven 8. And watching other non-POT related anime. (But catching up with the POT manga XD)
Title: Sacrifices
Fandom: Final Fantasy X-2
Pairing: GippalxBaralai
It's awfully hard to concentrate on paperwork when one's lover is playing around with his eye patch.
Baralai supposed that it came with the entire packet that is Gippal. That and the loud snoring, sudden disappearances and the less-than-desired timing of certain make out sessions. (Not that Baralai was complaining about the sessions themselves, but Gippal really shouldn't tackle him in the corridors where the other monks can easily spot them.
The snoring he didn't mind much, it happened rarely. Only on the rare occurrence that Gippal is utterly exhausted and that was usually at the end of the month when all the inventories had to be checked, double-checked and triple-checked. Gippal had zero organizational skills and the fact that he would abandon his post at the drop of a hat didn't help.
While his co-workers took care of the machinas, the only person who had the right to handle inventory work and wages and such was the man-in-charge, Gippal. It was probably a good thing that math was a strong point of his or else it would take him weeks to finish all the work. Gippal, professional procrastinator, needed only one day to finish everything. By the time everything is finished he would trudge towards the room he shared with Baralai and collapse in utter exhaustion, snoring away into Baralai's ears.
The one that probably bothered Baralai the most was the sudden disappearances. It was exasperating sometimes. He wouldn't know where Gippal had gone off to most of the times. And his lover would reappear days later with a grin and no explanation. If Baralai didn't know any better, he would have long ago kicked Gippal out on the grounds of being promiscuous. Of course, he DID know Gippal and he knew him well.
Despite his obvious talents for being a swindler, he wouldn't actually cheat on Baralai. Besides, Gippal knew that if he so much as thought of two-timing Baralai, he would be lunch for the wild Malboros in the Calm Lands.
Still, he didn't like coming home to a darkly lit room with no one to welcome him home. He had been used to that, long ago, but by this time he had gotten used to having Gippal there with a bright grin on his face, welcoming him home. It just wasn't the same.
"Oi." SMACK. "You're going to burn a hole into that piece of paper you know." Pull. "You've been staring at it for the last five minutes or so." SMACK.
Baralai set his pen gently down and regarded his lover with a cool stare and a forced smile.
"I can hardly concentrate with you sitting there, doing absolutely nothing."
Gippal took one good look at him and grinned. Fortunately, it stopped him from pulling at his eye patch and letting it go, an action he kept repeating for the last hour or so.
"Oh, so you've finally snapped huh?" The blond looked very much amused. "Come on, let's go home. It's late already."
"I still have all this work to finish."
Gippal rolled his eye, getting up from the couch he had been occupying ever since he came back from work.
"I'm sure Bevelle can go without," He paused, holding up a paper to read, "ten thousand toilet papers?" He paused, wrinkling his nose. "Alright, maybe not THAT. But I'm sure it can go without all of the other stuff."
"And if it can't?" Baralai asked, raising an eyebrow, though he couldn't quite keep the amusement from his face. His lips were twitching and he knew that his eyes were dancing with laughter.
"Then whatever." He walked over to Baralai's desk, setting his hands down on it and leaning forward. "Bevelle will not crumble just because you didn't sign a few papers, Baralai."
"And how would you know that?"
"It obviously didn't crumble at the very beginning of the Eternal Calm and everything is still standing now." Gippal said dryly. "Go home. Bed. You are exhausted and you've been spelling your name wrong."
"What?" Baralai glanced down on his papers and sure enough, he had been spelling his name as "Barali". The Praetor groaned, collapsing against his chair. Gippal chuckled and extended his hand.
"Come on, I'll even let you wake me up extra early tomorrow morning."
"Hmm? Really?"
Gippal paused for a moment, hesitating. "Well, you can try, at least." Baralai laughed and he felt his exhaustion ebb away slowly.
"Alright then." He said, grabbing a hold of Gippal's hand. "But you're going to baby sit for Nooj next week."
Gippal let out a sound that was a cross between a choke and a chortle.
"Tch. The sacrifices I have to make for you." He muttered dramatically. Baralai smiled calmly, keeping what he had wanted to say to himself. After all, if he had to make sacrifices for Gippal, then it was obvious that Gippal had probably done the same.
End
Whee. Done. Yay. *collapses*