Chapter 2 : Meeting The Family

Disclaimer ~ Alright, so I forgot to mention a few things in the last chapter, so I'll tell you now.

senor ~ spanish/brazilian way of calling a man senorita ~ spanish/brazilian way of calling a woman

Alright, so Yin is a Japanese starling who immigrated from Japan where she was an emperor gaurd, which would explain her accent, clothes & accessories, and her swords, which are called katanas. Celia isn't brazilian, but her parents were american canaries who decided to move to Rio for their jobs, which would explain why she has the accent.

Now that that's all out of the way, I hope you enjoy!
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Jose's P.O.V.
~ After the long drive ~

awe were driving on the paved road that weaved its way through the overtowering palm trees and the orchids and hibiscus flowers that grew over anything in their paths. As we drove on to our destination, I saw familiar buildings and people that I had known a long time ago. My Uncle told us tales about old friends of the family, some making us all laugh hysterically like the one where one of my Aunt's customers at her cafe had knocked into one of the waiters, causing everyone to fall over each other like dominos and making a big mess of the place. As he shared stories, he gave everyone in the van a tour as we passed different places. My friends had gaped when they caught the sight of Rio's well-known monument, "Cristo Redentor", also known as "Christ the Redeemer."

I remembered before I left the city of Rio, my Uncle had taken me, my Aunt, Yin, Celia, their son Yang, and even a couple close family friends of mine to the monument on my birthday to celebrate in the evening. The view of the entire city was glowing with lights as the sky began to get dark, with the glowing rim of the setting sun behind the large had spent our time talking, singing, dancing, and just joking about. This city held so many treasureable memories for me.

It also brought back some bad memories too.

Yeah, even my life, as the Americans would say, wasn't all sunshine and daisies.

I only have one bad memory of my beloved city, one that gives me night terrors that haunts me everyday. That memory, is my parents' death.

Not from natural causes I sadly admit, but no, it was much worse. I was only five when it happened. I can remeber my parents cries and pleads, the firing of the silver pistoles in their meaty hands, and the loud thuds of my parents' bodies hitting the ground. The cops soon arrived, my Uncle at front, and then I can remember bawling into my uncle's shoulder as he held me close. I've gotten over it after a while, but those haunting memories, the looks of terror on my parents' faces ... the loud gun shots that had killed them, my parents.

All my thoughts were soon interrupted as the van screeched to a stop, and I look out to see the place I had called home after my parents' death. It was a fairly large, harvest gold villa that had oak brown pillars that held up the brick-tiled roof, along with a squared-sized balcony that stood on the right side of the house on the second floor. Many tropical flowers decorated the window sills, and vines crawled over some of the walls. Soon, my Uncle patted me on the back, and I turn to see him wearing a gleeful expression.

"Welcome home, my boy," he says as he returns to help the others unpack their bags, "your Aunt should be waiting inside for us, along with some other close friends."

I turned my gaze towards the large, oak doors that stood on top of the sandstone porched, and I walk towards it with my bags in hand. I hear another pair of footsteps walking beside me, and I turn to see Panchito with his bags as he turns to me a gives me a beaming smile.

"Thought I might keep you some company," Panchito says as he rubs the back of his neck, " y-you know, while the others are getting their bags."

My heart begans to beat loudly again as I give him a small smile in return. He was just the greatest amigo a bird could ever ask for.

"Well what are we waiting for, my Aunt probably has supper all ready for us now," I say while checking my watch to see it was 6:30 p.m. already. We then made our way to the doors, and pushed them open as we entered the large house.

_ Panchito's P.O.V. _

We had entered the large house, and the first thing that hit me was the smell of delicious food. I looked around the entrance and saw that it was a lime green room with a large, spiral staircase in the center of the room. Pictures decorated the walls and stands in the room, some were paintings of places that were a part of Brazil, and some were family photos of many occasions. There were about five doorways that were made of stone circling the room, one was where the delicious smells were coming from.

Jose and I then moved towards the doorway on the left, and we peeked in to see a large, marvelous kitchen that could fit an entire classroom. Over by the big stoves that stood against the stone paved walls, there was a female, fern green parrot who looked to be in her mid forties. She wore a honey orange blouse with a brown, ruffled skirt and brown sandals. A light green apron clung to her front part of her clothes as she worked away in the kitchen, making many kinds of food. When a small creak from where we stepped caught her attention, she turned towards our direction, her caramel brown eyes brightening along with her smile when she saw us.

"Oh Saint Christopher, my sweet boy is back!" the slightly elder bird cries as she turns the stoves off, and makes her ways towards Jose and gives him a joyful hug. Jose lets out a small chuckle and hugs her back with the same enthusiasm.

"It's good to be back Aunt Camila," Jose says as he relaxes into the hug. The hug lasted for a few seconds before another voice broke the comfortable silence.

"What's this, don't I get a hug?" a slightly deep voice asks, and we all turn our heads to see another parrot of an avacodo green with an army brown tank top and army brown cargo pants. His grey eyes were light and cheerful as he watched us from one of the doorways, leaning against it with his arms crossed. Soon, another bird had appeared beside him and gave us a small wave of her hand. Unlike Jose's aunt, uncle, and the bird beside her, she was a coral pink flamingo wearing a jade green tank top with thin straps, faded blue shorts, and black sandals. Her teal green eyes showed amusement and joy that matched her small smirk. Jose looked towards them with a look of glee, and he pulls himself from the hug and runs towards the other parrot and gives him a hug.

"Ramiro! Esmerelda! What are you two doing here? I thought you both were in Portugal?" Jose asks before hugging the flamingo with th e same enthusiasm. Ramiro just chuckles and answers Jose's question.

"We were, but dad called and said a certain little cousin of mine was visiting him and mom, so we decided to come surprise you guys with a visit," he says as he nudged Jose in the side with his elbow. Esmerelda then turned to Jose and said.

"It's great seeing you kid."

Jose gives a small nod and a small smile to the flamingo. She and the avacodo parrot then turned towards me before the parrot said.

"And I take it this is Panchito," Ramiro states, and I began to sweat a bit.

"Y-you know me!" I exclaim, feeling slight worry that thks parrot knew his name. Ramiro lets out a loud laugh and gives a hard pat to my back.

"Course I do! Jose talks about you all the time." he says heartily. I then feel my beak feel a little warm as I start to stutter a bit.

"H-he does?" I asked a bit flustered.

"Yeah, he always talks about his friends and their adventures very frequently," he says, though the look on his facd appeared indifferent. Soon, the others came in and were gaping at the size of the kitchen. I can hear all of our stomachs grumbling in hunger from he mouth-watering smells that filled the room. Soon, Aunt Camila snapped out of her thoughts and says to us all.

"Please, come in, sit down, there's enough food for everyone!" Aunt Camila says as she began to set food on to the table. Jokes and stories were shared around the room, some were ones that made us all laugh, and most were ones that left us in awe, and before we knew it, our stomachs were filled with satisfaction. After the meal, the sun had setted, and the dark sky was filled with the full moon and many twinkling stars. Uncle Bernardo then stood from his seat and said in a slight exhausted tone.

"Well, it looks like the day has ended," he says before turning to Celia and Yin, "May you please show our guests to their rooms for the night."

Celia nods eagerly before leading Minnie, Daisy, Max, and Clarabelle to the stairs leading upstairs, while Yin motioned for me, Donald, Mickey and Goofy to follow her through the halls of the first floor. Before I fully exited the kitchen, I gave a small wave to Jose, before returning the small wave back to me with a small smile and turned towards his Aunt and Uncle. I returned the smile back to him, and left the kitchen to catch up to the others. We walked through the large and empty halls in silence till we reached two sets of doors on each wall. Yin then turned to us, her eyes still sharp and emotionless.

"These will be your rooms for the time being," she says in her monotone voice, "I'll leave you to get settled down, and a bid you all a goodnight."

She then gave a small bow, before running towards the end of the hall, and doing many leaps and swift movements up the tall walls that closed in above the ground in front of the doorway.

How she can do that, I have no idea.

I then turned my attention back towards the wooden oak door in front of me while the others had entered their rooms. My gloved-hand touched the cold copper doorknob, before turning it until it moved forwards as I pushed my way into the room. I was a fairly medium room that was surprisingly not as bare as I thought it would have been. Its walls were a bright red like an apple. The large bed in the corner of the room had orange bedsheets with sandy colored pillows. A dark green mat layed between the oak dresser against the wall, and the big window as it covered the hard wooden floor. White curtains hung from the window, and rustled against the soft breeze from the warm night. It was partially opened so that it let the air inside. Last but not least, a small lamp hung from the ceiling, leaving a warm glow to the room.

Feeling very exhausted, I crawled into the bed without taking off my clothing, and I soon found myself into a deep and comfortable slumber.

Disclaimer ~ Whew, finally! That took a lot of thinking and writing to do. It probably wasn't the best but hey it could have been worse. Yeah, I gave Jose parents in this story, deal with it. If your interested, I also have, and planning on doing drawings based off of my stories and one shots on deviantart art. If you want to see, look for lo lonergirl6891. I know, I know, its similar to my author name on here, but it was easier to remember. Well, I'm gonna hit the hay tonight. I'll get to writing the next chapter soon, Gutenog! I think that's how you say it, but I don't care right now, I'm tired.