GRITO DE FOGO
A/N: I'm sorry, I'm so sorry…it's just that I've been through a writers block lately and…yeah. But thanks for the reviews! THE STORY HASN'T DIED, NOT JUST YET!
Plus, I'll add Lu Ten as Luther.
O NOEZ TEH DISCLAIMER! (Run for life!): I don't own anything but the plot. (But I shall slay Bryke, the Twin Headed Demon!)
CHAPTER THREE: 'OH, VOCÊ DEVE SER AMERICANO'
"Ok, run that by me again…" I was confused as Katrina and I walked past cars and buildings, conversing over what was going on.
"I told you, your uncle runs a capoeira school not too far from here. Just another few meters and we're there," Katrina replied, her voice still sounding like honey.
God, she looks so fine! I wonder if she's interested in the long-distance relationship thing…
My thoughts were mostly on her, but I was still somewhat thinking about my uncle. Why did he want to see me? Why did he leave Baltimore after Luther's death? Why?
Coming to my senses, I realized that Katrina had stopped in front of a dirty looking building, her face plastered with a smile.
Why she was smiling, I had no clue. I mean, the exterior of the building wasn't much to look at, since I could see some black streaks on the faded bricks. The door looked old and used, while the shades to the windows were crooked.
"We're here," Katrina stated simply.
"Where is here?" I asked, confused.
She rolled her eyes and pointed to a sign that was hanging over the door.
It read "Casa do Dragão" ('Home of the Dragon') in big, friendly, black letters.
"It's my capoeira school," Katrina informed me, "And your uncle teaches here from time to time."
"You said he visited from time to time," I pointed out, recalling an earlier statement she made.
"Well…that's what he does when he visits."
"How do you know him again…?"
"I told you, he visits from time to time and teaches here."
"Whatever…just show me inside…"
She smiled even broader as she gripped the doorknob, turning it as she opened the door.
Strangely enough, there were lots people inside doing…something. The floors and walls were covered in mats, with some pictures hanging from the empty wall spaces.
The people stopped and looked at Katrina and me oddly. I couldn't help but feel like I had violated some sacred area, a shrine of some sort.
Suddenly, there was a petite looking woman who bounded, or should I say waddled, over to us, a smile plastered on her face.
The woman was petite, that was a given (I'd say around 4'6"), but her stomach was rounded, indicating that she was with child, and the little dude was coming soon, very soon. Her eyes were a sparkling emerald color, and her hair was jet black, reaching all the way down to about midway of her spine. She was wearing a green t-shirt that was stretched out because of her big belly, and her denim jeans also were stretched. Her overall figure was lanky, but she looked surprisingly strong for someone her age (I'd say 21). She was slightly tanned, but it didn't hide the fact that her eyes looked Asian. She didn't wear any shoes, but her socks were a dirty white color, indicating that she had worn them up to this certain point in the day.
This place keeps getting weirder and weirder…first, Li'l Miss Blue –eyed Latino honey, now an Asian pregnant woman? When will insanity end?!
"Hey, Tina, o que está acontecendo?" ('Hey Tina, what's up?') Katrina asked the woman, addressing her like a friend.
"Nada muito, mas Antonio Júnior é devido em breve!" ('Nothing much, but Antonio Junior is due soon!') The woman replied, happily drumming a few fingers on her mammoth stomach.
I was lost yet again due to my lack of speaking Portuguese. I caught a name for the woman, but little else.
"Por quanto tempo?" ('How much longer?') Katrina asked, apparently eager and forgetting my presence.
"Outra ... duas, três semanas, talvez. Isso é o que disse o médico, mesmo assim..." ('Another…two, three weeks, maybe. That's what the doctor said, anyway…') 'Tina' replied, placing a finger on her chin as she stared up at the ceiling in thought.
"A minha suposição é que Antonio está mais que pronto, certo?" ('My guess is that Antonio is more than ready, right?') Katrina joked, giggling slightly.
Then she noticed me.
"Tina, este é Zach Emberson, o sobrinho do Mestre Isaac," ('Tina, this is Zach Emberson, the nephew of Master Isaac.') Katrina introduced me to her friend, waving a hand in my direction.
Tina's eyes widened. "Estás a brincar! Ele é sobrinho do Mestre Isaac?!" ('You're kidding! He is the nephew of Master Isaac?!') She gasped, point a finger at me in an awed manner.
"Uh…did I do something wrong…?" I asked Katrina, very nervous all of this sudden.
"No, no," She reassured me, "Tina's just surprised, that's all."
"Oh my god!" Tina gasped in English, "You are Mestre Isaac's nephew!"
And you just found out? Give the girl a lollipop.
"Uh…yeah? I mean, he is my uncle…" I trailed off, confirming her guess.
"Omigod! Katrina, why haven't you told anyone else yet?!" Tina gasped even more, showing that she was like a school girl.
"Well…" Katrina trailed off, trying to think, "I just didn't find the need to, because—"
She was cut off by a voice shouting "Tina! Onde estão os que você, querido?"
Sighing angrily, Tina shouted back, cupping a hand over her mouth and turning to where the voice was, "Eu estou falando com o Katrina e seu novo amigo, Antonio!" ('I'm talking with Katrina and her new friend, Antonio!')
Turning back to Katrina and me, Tina rolled her eyes. "I don't know what I'll ever do with that man…"
Katrina giggled. "And I don't know what you'll do without him!"
Yet again, I felt lost. Today was just really going well for me.