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FFIV & FFX-2: Culture Shock (2)
Fandom: Final Fantasy IV & Final Fantasy X-2
Pairing: None
Warnings: Crossover
Chapter: Two
Rating: PG
Summary: An ancient machina lands Gippal in a completely different world. For multi-chapter fics, pairings and warnings are chapter specific.
Edge thinks he's a pretty intelligent guy, and not slow either, thankyouverymuch, but sometimes Gippal is so strange it sets his head reeling. There are still things that seem so strange about Gippal, and yet he doesn't dare to ask. His views of the world have been rocked enough.
Gramps disapproves. Says the guy must be mad. But Edge looks into that one green eye, and follows the swirl around, and he doesn't believe Gippal is just a freak. He's far too comfortable with himself, forgetting the swirl of his eye, even, for that. Gramps can say what he likes, but Edge knows how to handle people. And whatever Gramps thinks, the whole going-with-Cecil-to-save-the-world thing calmed him down. A little, at least.
And he hasn't flirted with a girl in weeks.
He still has to do all the kingly stuff, of course, and really he doesn't have that much time for Gippal. But he does set aside at least an hour, every night, and he takes along a bottle of whatever he can find, and talks to Gippal. He's gotten used to doing it, and he lets go a little when he's around him.
So it's a shock to him when Gippal gulps down the last of his drink and stretches a little. "I'm going to start looking for my machina tomorrow."
Edge's heart sinks. He tells himself he's an idiot and gulps the last of his drink too, pouring more for both of them. "So you're leaving Eblan?"
"I was hoping I could stay."
Gippal's voice is light, hopeful, but not hesitant. Edge likes that, likes that Gippal doesn't tiptoe around the subject. He simply says it. And however little Edge likes it, his heart feels a little lighter at the thought of Gippal wanting to stay. "Please do."
There's a pause.
Edge clears his throat. "You're eager to go home, then?"
Gippal shrugs a little. "It's not that I don't like it here. I do. It's just... I have people to miss back home. Baralai and Rikku and heck, even Nooj, though 'Lai will probably bitch at me for using an ancient machina without knowing what it's for, and Rikku will scold and wish I'd brought her too, and Nooj will probably just humph at me. He thinks I'm too impulsive and all of that."
Edge snorts softly. "People say that of me, if you'd believe it."
Gippal's one eye twinkles. "Why, I'd never've thought it."
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"Didn't find anything."
The depression in Gippal's voice makes Edge wince. With Gippal always so easy going, nearly always with a smile on his face, it's hard to see him looking like that. And he doesn't think just handing the man a drink and slapping him on the back will work. So he reaches out, clumsily, putting his hand on Gippal's shoulder and squeezing.
"I'm sorry."
"S'not anyone's fault. 'Cept maybe mine."
"It's not as if you could've known..."
"And that's why I shouldn't have used the machina." Gippal sighs, and then brightens a little, offering Edge a tiny smile. "But, heck, laying blame on myself isn't going to do anyone any good. I guess I'll have to try to build a new machina to get home."
"Can you do that...?"
"Hopefully."
Edge sighs again, and then, wishing he was more like Cecil (who has really turned out to be a great King) or Rosa (who is a wonderful Queen) or even Rydia, with her soft words in the right places, makes a careful offer. "My soldiers could help you search."
"I don't want to -- "
"Please."
Gippal bites his lip a little and Edge shrugs slightly, mumbling that it isn't a problem for him, after all, a little embarrassed by the quickness of his offer.
"Then... thank you. That'd help."
"Who is it that you want to get back to, anyway?" Edge asks as he turns away, pouring them each a generous amount of wine. "You haven't told me much about your friends. Who is Rikku?"
And Gippal grins and tells him everything he can. He tells him about Baralai and his hesitant friendship, and his strength and loyalty, and about Paine and her silent, fierce attachment to him and Baralai and Nooj, and Nooj and his deathseeking, and about Rikku and her energy and brightness that had always made him feel happy.
And Edge tells him about Cecil and Kain and Rosa and Rydia and everyone, and before they know it, it's light and neither of them had any sleep.
-----
Gippal left a week ago, not for long, but Edge misses him. More than he thought he would. He misses evening conversations and pleasing Gramps a little and going to bed in a pleasant haze of alcohol. Drinking alone is no fun; there are some girls to keep him company, but at the risk of Gramps' displeasure.
Edge has got to a point where he just tries to avoid Gramps' displeasure. Privately, he thinks that while he loves his grandfather, mostly, he'll be glad when he's six feet under.
Rosa would chide him for that thought. She tells him to be patient.
The point is that Edge misses Gippal. More than he should.
So much that when Gippal gets back, he half wants to throw his arms around him like he would Cecil and embrace him. But it's not like he's an equal and Gramps is right there so he settles for a grin and running a hand through his hair. "Hey."
"Hey yourself," Gippal grins back.
And just like that, Edge feels like everything is okay.
Pairing: None
Warnings: Crossover
Chapter: Two
Rating: PG
Summary: An ancient machina lands Gippal in a completely different world. For multi-chapter fics, pairings and warnings are chapter specific.
Edge thinks he's a pretty intelligent guy, and not slow either, thankyouverymuch, but sometimes Gippal is so strange it sets his head reeling. There are still things that seem so strange about Gippal, and yet he doesn't dare to ask. His views of the world have been rocked enough.
Gramps disapproves. Says the guy must be mad. But Edge looks into that one green eye, and follows the swirl around, and he doesn't believe Gippal is just a freak. He's far too comfortable with himself, forgetting the swirl of his eye, even, for that. Gramps can say what he likes, but Edge knows how to handle people. And whatever Gramps thinks, the whole going-with-Cecil-to-save-the-world thing calmed him down. A little, at least.
And he hasn't flirted with a girl in weeks.
He still has to do all the kingly stuff, of course, and really he doesn't have that much time for Gippal. But he does set aside at least an hour, every night, and he takes along a bottle of whatever he can find, and talks to Gippal. He's gotten used to doing it, and he lets go a little when he's around him.
So it's a shock to him when Gippal gulps down the last of his drink and stretches a little. "I'm going to start looking for my machina tomorrow."
Edge's heart sinks. He tells himself he's an idiot and gulps the last of his drink too, pouring more for both of them. "So you're leaving Eblan?"
"I was hoping I could stay."
Gippal's voice is light, hopeful, but not hesitant. Edge likes that, likes that Gippal doesn't tiptoe around the subject. He simply says it. And however little Edge likes it, his heart feels a little lighter at the thought of Gippal wanting to stay. "Please do."
There's a pause.
Edge clears his throat. "You're eager to go home, then?"
Gippal shrugs a little. "It's not that I don't like it here. I do. It's just... I have people to miss back home. Baralai and Rikku and heck, even Nooj, though 'Lai will probably bitch at me for using an ancient machina without knowing what it's for, and Rikku will scold and wish I'd brought her too, and Nooj will probably just humph at me. He thinks I'm too impulsive and all of that."
Edge snorts softly. "People say that of me, if you'd believe it."
Gippal's one eye twinkles. "Why, I'd never've thought it."
"Didn't find anything."
The depression in Gippal's voice makes Edge wince. With Gippal always so easy going, nearly always with a smile on his face, it's hard to see him looking like that. And he doesn't think just handing the man a drink and slapping him on the back will work. So he reaches out, clumsily, putting his hand on Gippal's shoulder and squeezing.
"I'm sorry."
"S'not anyone's fault. 'Cept maybe mine."
"It's not as if you could've known..."
"And that's why I shouldn't have used the machina." Gippal sighs, and then brightens a little, offering Edge a tiny smile. "But, heck, laying blame on myself isn't going to do anyone any good. I guess I'll have to try to build a new machina to get home."
"Can you do that...?"
"Hopefully."
Edge sighs again, and then, wishing he was more like Cecil (who has really turned out to be a great King) or Rosa (who is a wonderful Queen) or even Rydia, with her soft words in the right places, makes a careful offer. "My soldiers could help you search."
"I don't want to -- "
"Please."
Gippal bites his lip a little and Edge shrugs slightly, mumbling that it isn't a problem for him, after all, a little embarrassed by the quickness of his offer.
"Then... thank you. That'd help."
"Who is it that you want to get back to, anyway?" Edge asks as he turns away, pouring them each a generous amount of wine. "You haven't told me much about your friends. Who is Rikku?"
And Gippal grins and tells him everything he can. He tells him about Baralai and his hesitant friendship, and his strength and loyalty, and about Paine and her silent, fierce attachment to him and Baralai and Nooj, and Nooj and his deathseeking, and about Rikku and her energy and brightness that had always made him feel happy.
And Edge tells him about Cecil and Kain and Rosa and Rydia and everyone, and before they know it, it's light and neither of them had any sleep.
Gippal left a week ago, not for long, but Edge misses him. More than he thought he would. He misses evening conversations and pleasing Gramps a little and going to bed in a pleasant haze of alcohol. Drinking alone is no fun; there are some girls to keep him company, but at the risk of Gramps' displeasure.
Edge has got to a point where he just tries to avoid Gramps' displeasure. Privately, he thinks that while he loves his grandfather, mostly, he'll be glad when he's six feet under.
Rosa would chide him for that thought. She tells him to be patient.
The point is that Edge misses Gippal. More than he should.
So much that when Gippal gets back, he half wants to throw his arms around him like he would Cecil and embrace him. But it's not like he's an equal and Gramps is right there so he settles for a grin and running a hand through his hair. "Hey."
"Hey yourself," Gippal grins back.
And just like that, Edge feels like everything is okay.
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I still feel bad about the angsty end I have planned.
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In other words, don't feel bad :)