Gift for chaosraven
Recipient: chaosraven
Writer: xxbanelo (Mod Note Please also give banelo a big hand, this is also a pinch hit!)
Title: Do-Do-Da-Ba-Doo-Doo.
Series/Characters: Final Fantasy X-2, Tidus/Gippal
Rating: G
Tidus felt cheated by his best friend. It was Yuna’s birthday, and so Rikku had decided that the best present to give her would be to go shopping for a day. Why Yuna had dragged Tidus along, he wasn’t sure. Why Rikku had dragged Gippal along was also a mystery. It didn’t matter now though. Yuna and Rikku were off shopping (and they had, at the last minute, claimed it as a “girl’s only! affair”), and Tidus and Gippal were at the café in Luca, watching the game and drinking coffee. (Tidus didn’t even like coffee.)
So far, Gippal had only sipped mindlessly at his coffee while watching the Blitzball game that was going on at the stadium. When Tidus asked why they weren’t there instead, Gippal merely answered, “I don’t like swimming.” He had heard better excuses for not doing things from his own father when he was drunk.
This Gippal guy - he was truly an interesting character. He seemed different from Rikku. He wasn’t one of those happy-go-lucky, fun to be around types like her. He wasn’t really sure what it was about Gippal that gave him negative vibes. But, most certainly, there was something. It was getting more and more awkward to sit there in silence with him.
And that‘s what Tidus really didn‘t understand - why was he just sitting there, watching Gippal drink coffee and not out doing anything? He was getting antsy. He had even thought about ditching this Gippal guy in favor of going to shop with Rikku and Yuna. He would hold their bags of clothes - girls liked that, right? When they could shop but not worry about holding their merchandise?
Anything at this point was better than watching this guy with an eye patch drink coffee.
Tidus had finally had enough. Sighing, he put his hands on the table and pushed himself up out of the seat.
“I’ve always wanted to be a rockstar,” Gippal said, glancing at Tidus.
Tidus looked down at him, confused. “What?”
“I said,” Gippal repeated slowly, “that I’ve always wanted to be a rockstar.”
“That‘s cool.” Tidus began to scoot out of his place in the booth.
“Well?”
“Well what?”
“Haven’t you always wanted to be a rockstar? You look like the type.”
“No,” Tidus said, “I was born to blitz.”
“Oh, you were one of those guys.” There was an awkward moment of silence. “Shuyin, right?”
“Tidus.”
“Close enough. You play the piano?”
“I did for a week when I was seven.”
“Really? That‘s great! Sit back down, Piano Boy.”
Tidus eyed him suspiciously as he returned to his seat. Piano Boy?
“You and me,” Gippal continued, waving his cup of coffee towards Tidus, “we’re going to start an alternative punk rock band.”
“What?” If he were to be completely honest, Tidus would have to admit that he had never been so confused in his life.
“It’ll be perfect,” Gippal said enthusiastically. “You can whack a keyboard with your fingers a couple of times, get the tune goin’, and I’ll play the bass and have everyone lust after me because of my melodious voice. We‘ll be rich in a week, tops.”
“Why can’t I sing or be the bass player?”
“Hey Piano Boy, I called it first.”
Tidus shook his head. “Then no deal.”
“But don’t you know,” Gippal said, leaning over the table, “that people go crazy over the guy who plays piano, because the keyboardists are the smart ones.”
“But didn’t I already tell you? I can’t play the piano or the keyboard or whatever.”
“And I’ve never actually played bass guitar in my life. Having talent doesn’t matter, as long as we look good while doing it.”
“Really?” Tidus had never even thought about joining a band before, but Gippal seemed so sure, that it was hard to say no or anything to his request.
“Do I look like I would lie to you about these things?”
--
As it had turned out, Gippal hadn’t planned that far ahead concerning other band members.
“Shouldn’t we have a drummer?” Tidus asked as Gippal was perusing the bass guitars in the local Lucan music shop. “Maybe even a guitarist?”
Gippal stopped and glanced over at him. “You’re right. You know a drummer or a guitarist?” Tidus shook his head. “Well,” Gippal said, turning his attention back to the bass guitars, “I think Brother was interested in drumming way back when. He looks like a drummer.”
“We could be called The Blonde-Haired Men,” Tidus said casually, smiling. He thought it was brilliant.
“No,” Gippal said. Tidus stopped smiling. “We need a better and less obvious name than ‘The Blonde-Haired Men’.” Gippal shook his head. “Clearly, you’re not writing any of the lyrics. And here, I thought that the keyboardists were the smart ones in bands…”
“I can write lyrics worth a damn,” Tidus whispered angrily.
“Oh really?” Gippal’s left eyebrow raised up; he was curious now.
Tidus took a step back. “Well, I would think so. I wrote a poem once, and it ended up in the local paper.”
“You?”
“Yes, me.”
“Impressive.”
“You’re lying to me. You‘re not impressed at all. Why did I -”
“I’m not lying to you,” Gippal interrupted, taking down a purple bass guitar that had a glossy finish on it. “Stop getting your panties all up in a bunch. Look, how about after this, we go and write some lyrics together, okay? Would I look abso-posi fantastic with this guitar or what?”
--
A half hour later, Tidus had found himself locked in a hotel room with Gippal and his bass guitar. What he had said earlier was true - Gippal had never played bass in his life. And several angry knocks later, Gippal gave up on practicing for the moment.
“Okay,” Gippal said, lying his bass carefully on the bed, “now, we’re ready to write some lyrics.”
“Don’t we need a tune first?” Tidus asked, taking a seat at the desk.
“A tune?”
“Yeah, like, do-do-da-ba-doo-doo?”
“Do-do-da-ba-doo-doo - I like it. We’ll go with that. Grab that pad of paper and pen and write down everything I tell you.”
Tidus scowled, as he didn’t like where this was going at all, but he did as he was told anyways. He glanced up at the clock; Yuna and Rikku should be wrapping up their shopping pretty soon. Tidus didn’t know if this was a good or bad thing.
“Piano Boy! Focus.”
“Yes, sir,” he said sarcastically.
“Okay,” Gippal said, placing himself on the desk, next to where Tidus was writing at, “so the first line is… Abso-posi I love you.”
Tidus rolled his eyes, but wrote it down anyways. “Next?”
“Baby baby, you know it’s true.” Tidus wrote that line down as well.
“Oh my, Piano Boy, would you kiss me under a sun-filled sky?”
Tidus began writing the line down before he paused for a second. Had he heard Gippal right?
“Oh,” Gippal said, looking over at Tidus. “You didn’t have to write that one down. But, I’d like an answer before I have to change it to sunset-filled sky, which doesn’t quite have the same ring to it…”
Tidus laughed. “Well, I…”
“You’re taking too long,” Gippal said. He hopped off the desk and grabbed Tidus by the shoulders, mashing his lips against his.
Tidus thought that maybe this whole band thing would be okay after all.
Writer: xxbanelo (Mod Note Please also give banelo a big hand, this is also a pinch hit!)
Title: Do-Do-Da-Ba-Doo-Doo.
Series/Characters: Final Fantasy X-2, Tidus/Gippal
Rating: G
Tidus felt cheated by his best friend. It was Yuna’s birthday, and so Rikku had decided that the best present to give her would be to go shopping for a day. Why Yuna had dragged Tidus along, he wasn’t sure. Why Rikku had dragged Gippal along was also a mystery. It didn’t matter now though. Yuna and Rikku were off shopping (and they had, at the last minute, claimed it as a “girl’s only! affair”), and Tidus and Gippal were at the café in Luca, watching the game and drinking coffee. (Tidus didn’t even like coffee.)
So far, Gippal had only sipped mindlessly at his coffee while watching the Blitzball game that was going on at the stadium. When Tidus asked why they weren’t there instead, Gippal merely answered, “I don’t like swimming.” He had heard better excuses for not doing things from his own father when he was drunk.
This Gippal guy - he was truly an interesting character. He seemed different from Rikku. He wasn’t one of those happy-go-lucky, fun to be around types like her. He wasn’t really sure what it was about Gippal that gave him negative vibes. But, most certainly, there was something. It was getting more and more awkward to sit there in silence with him.
And that‘s what Tidus really didn‘t understand - why was he just sitting there, watching Gippal drink coffee and not out doing anything? He was getting antsy. He had even thought about ditching this Gippal guy in favor of going to shop with Rikku and Yuna. He would hold their bags of clothes - girls liked that, right? When they could shop but not worry about holding their merchandise?
Anything at this point was better than watching this guy with an eye patch drink coffee.
Tidus had finally had enough. Sighing, he put his hands on the table and pushed himself up out of the seat.
“I’ve always wanted to be a rockstar,” Gippal said, glancing at Tidus.
Tidus looked down at him, confused. “What?”
“I said,” Gippal repeated slowly, “that I’ve always wanted to be a rockstar.”
“That‘s cool.” Tidus began to scoot out of his place in the booth.
“Well?”
“Well what?”
“Haven’t you always wanted to be a rockstar? You look like the type.”
“No,” Tidus said, “I was born to blitz.”
“Oh, you were one of those guys.” There was an awkward moment of silence. “Shuyin, right?”
“Tidus.”
“Close enough. You play the piano?”
“I did for a week when I was seven.”
“Really? That‘s great! Sit back down, Piano Boy.”
Tidus eyed him suspiciously as he returned to his seat. Piano Boy?
“You and me,” Gippal continued, waving his cup of coffee towards Tidus, “we’re going to start an alternative punk rock band.”
“What?” If he were to be completely honest, Tidus would have to admit that he had never been so confused in his life.
“It’ll be perfect,” Gippal said enthusiastically. “You can whack a keyboard with your fingers a couple of times, get the tune goin’, and I’ll play the bass and have everyone lust after me because of my melodious voice. We‘ll be rich in a week, tops.”
“Why can’t I sing or be the bass player?”
“Hey Piano Boy, I called it first.”
Tidus shook his head. “Then no deal.”
“But don’t you know,” Gippal said, leaning over the table, “that people go crazy over the guy who plays piano, because the keyboardists are the smart ones.”
“But didn’t I already tell you? I can’t play the piano or the keyboard or whatever.”
“And I’ve never actually played bass guitar in my life. Having talent doesn’t matter, as long as we look good while doing it.”
“Really?” Tidus had never even thought about joining a band before, but Gippal seemed so sure, that it was hard to say no or anything to his request.
“Do I look like I would lie to you about these things?”
--
As it had turned out, Gippal hadn’t planned that far ahead concerning other band members.
“Shouldn’t we have a drummer?” Tidus asked as Gippal was perusing the bass guitars in the local Lucan music shop. “Maybe even a guitarist?”
Gippal stopped and glanced over at him. “You’re right. You know a drummer or a guitarist?” Tidus shook his head. “Well,” Gippal said, turning his attention back to the bass guitars, “I think Brother was interested in drumming way back when. He looks like a drummer.”
“We could be called The Blonde-Haired Men,” Tidus said casually, smiling. He thought it was brilliant.
“No,” Gippal said. Tidus stopped smiling. “We need a better and less obvious name than ‘The Blonde-Haired Men’.” Gippal shook his head. “Clearly, you’re not writing any of the lyrics. And here, I thought that the keyboardists were the smart ones in bands…”
“I can write lyrics worth a damn,” Tidus whispered angrily.
“Oh really?” Gippal’s left eyebrow raised up; he was curious now.
Tidus took a step back. “Well, I would think so. I wrote a poem once, and it ended up in the local paper.”
“You?”
“Yes, me.”
“Impressive.”
“You’re lying to me. You‘re not impressed at all. Why did I -”
“I’m not lying to you,” Gippal interrupted, taking down a purple bass guitar that had a glossy finish on it. “Stop getting your panties all up in a bunch. Look, how about after this, we go and write some lyrics together, okay? Would I look abso-posi fantastic with this guitar or what?”
--
A half hour later, Tidus had found himself locked in a hotel room with Gippal and his bass guitar. What he had said earlier was true - Gippal had never played bass in his life. And several angry knocks later, Gippal gave up on practicing for the moment.
“Okay,” Gippal said, lying his bass carefully on the bed, “now, we’re ready to write some lyrics.”
“Don’t we need a tune first?” Tidus asked, taking a seat at the desk.
“A tune?”
“Yeah, like, do-do-da-ba-doo-doo?”
“Do-do-da-ba-doo-doo - I like it. We’ll go with that. Grab that pad of paper and pen and write down everything I tell you.”
Tidus scowled, as he didn’t like where this was going at all, but he did as he was told anyways. He glanced up at the clock; Yuna and Rikku should be wrapping up their shopping pretty soon. Tidus didn’t know if this was a good or bad thing.
“Piano Boy! Focus.”
“Yes, sir,” he said sarcastically.
“Okay,” Gippal said, placing himself on the desk, next to where Tidus was writing at, “so the first line is… Abso-posi I love you.”
Tidus rolled his eyes, but wrote it down anyways. “Next?”
“Baby baby, you know it’s true.” Tidus wrote that line down as well.
“Oh my, Piano Boy, would you kiss me under a sun-filled sky?”
Tidus began writing the line down before he paused for a second. Had he heard Gippal right?
“Oh,” Gippal said, looking over at Tidus. “You didn’t have to write that one down. But, I’d like an answer before I have to change it to sunset-filled sky, which doesn’t quite have the same ring to it…”
Tidus laughed. “Well, I…”
“You’re taking too long,” Gippal said. He hopped off the desk and grabbed Tidus by the shoulders, mashing his lips against his.
Tidus thought that maybe this whole band thing would be okay after all.