El Tigre
No more Miracles.
Alright, so this is my first Story about something that ISN'T about Naruto. Haha and that is a slight challenge for me! And also, it is in third person! So there won't be any P.O.V's, and my grammar will be greatly improved! So no short cuts! At least not much... Eheheh. I swear I love this El' Tigre pairing! Alright, so this is 'No More Miracles', an El Tigre Fan fiction. Pairing I am using is Frida Suarez and Manny Rivera, (who is also El' Tigre.) You know, if you've never seen this show, you should really watch it, to really get my fan fic. Eheh.
Disclaimer: I do not own El Tigre. (I never said this with the Naruto ones. I'm sorry. I don't own Naruto either. xD) All the Characters I will be using For this Story are owned by Sandra Equihua & Jorge R. Gutierrez.
This means thinking
This means inner feelings
This means sounds. (Ex. Clack! Tick!)
This just adds intense to the word. (Ex. All she wanted was him.)
This is me talking. :D
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No More Miracles.
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Man… Where…where am I?
Manny groaned, trying to open his eyes. He was tired, and his body wasn't responding to his brain, making it difficult to function.
His eyes opened slightly, but the shine of the morning sun practically blinded him, so he quickly shut them. This time, he tried again, not completely facing the window. He blinked a few times, slowly sitting up. He rubbed the sleep from his eyes, and let out a yawn. He was fully awake now; and something didn't seem right. Where was he, and how did he get there?
He looked around, realizing that the room he was currently in… was not his room. And the bed he was currently laying in…was not his bed. He turned to his right, catching a glimpse of black. He squinted his eyes, trying to get a better look.
Since when did I own a black pillow?
Wait a minute; he knew he didn't own any type of black pillow. As a matter of fact, that wasn't a pillow at all. It was...it was hair; and not just any hair, a woman's hair; and this particular woman… wasn't wearing anything.
"Oh. It's just Zoe."
Manny let his head fall back on the pillow, and pulled the covers back over him.
5…
4…
3…
2…
1…
He jolted up, breathing furiously, snapping his head in to Zoe's sleeping form.
"EH?! Zoe?! Zoe Aves?!"
He started to silently freak out, not knowing what to do.
Wh-what am I doing in Zoe's house, in her bed---
He peeked under the covers, sighing in relief. He had his jeans on, but his shirt was somewhere…where did he throw it?
He closed his eyes, trying to desperately remember last night. His thoughts were scattered and his head was pounding. What happened last night?
Okay…I...I snuck out last night…came to Zoe's house…attacked…her to…bed…lost my mind and kissed her deeply…she moaned…Oh God…Took clothes off…desposited my shirt and jacket on…on…on the floor…Next to…the white chair!
He figured out where the rest of his clothes were located, but he wanted to remember the events that happened last night. All he could vaguely remember was that he snuck through her window, pushed her on the bed, and how they started making out, and everything got hot, and some of his clothes were removed…but everything else seemed to be a blur.
He shook his head, peeling the covers back, and hopped out of the bed. Zoe murmured something, and turned over, giving Manny a nice, clear view of everything she had. He paused for a moment, and then shivered, trying to gain control of himself.
Don't look back; He thought to himself, making his eyes focus on his shirt and jacket. Just forget about it, Manuel. Just forget…
As Manny slid on his T-shirt, he couldn't help but think that he was forgetting something…Something important. H e was supposed to do something last night, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it. As he grabbed his black leather jacket, he knocked Zoe's purple suave lotion on the floor. He bent over to pick it up; he read the label.
Haha; Suave. Suave… Suah-veh…Suarez? Suarez?!
He slapped his forehead.
FRIDA!
How could her forget about Frida? How was it so hard to remember?
Oh damn…she's gonna kill me!
He sped up his pace and threw his jacket on, and hopped out of Zoe's open window. Why was he being such a jerk?!
As he ran to Frida's residence, he stopped by the local flower shop and bought her a few red tulips, and then he stopped by the general store to pick up a bag of fresh churros. He thought if he's give her a few apology gifts, Frida would forget about being mad at him, like he's seen in the movies and TV shows.
If only he knew how wrong he was.
Hasn't his mother every taught him that 'Hell hath no fury, like a woman's scorn'?
As he arrived, he noticed that all three of the Suarez cars were gone. Emiliano must be at work, since the police cruiser was gone. Carmella obviously went out to complete some errands', because the family SUV wasn't there either; And Anita and Nikita probably took their red sports car out for a very, very, long ride around the city. He guessed Frida was home alone, since two Police officers were standing in front of the front door.
"Wow," He muttered. "She wasn't kidding about the security."
He snuck around back, climbing up the side wall, making his way to her balcony, leading to her window. When he got there, he noticed her window was abnormally open. He cautiously stepped through, and closed it behind him. He closed the curtains also, so no one would accidently catch them, and mistake everything for…something else.
"Frida?" he called. Her room was completely dark, and no one answered. The hairs on the back of his neck stood up, as he got nervous. He could feel that there was someone else in the room with him.
"F-Frida?"
He saw two; big red glowing eyes stare right at him. His eyes grew wide in fear.
"F-Frida!" He called out again. "I brought you some flowers, a-and some churros!"
He watched as the pair of red orbs began to move closer. He started backing up.
"Frida," he cried out this time. "Frida! FRIDA!"
The lights flicked on, and a very angry and distraught Frida stood before him. He realized that the red eyes were just his goggles.
Well, that's what he hoped.
Frida punched his arm; he cringed in pain.
"Okay, I deserved that."
"Where the hell were you?" She growled, clenching her fists.
"Do you know how long I waited for you to show up!? I waited all night for a fucking no show!"
"Sorry! I accidently lost track of time, and fell asleep!"
"Sleep my ass!"
As Frida began to angrily rant, all Manny could notice was her generous chest heaving up and down as she yelled at him for being 11 hours late. Ever since her mother pointed them out, Frida's breasts were pretty much the first thing he'd notice.
Frida noticed him not paying any attention to her, and so in result, she punched him again.
"My eyes are up here, you asshole!"
Manny rubbed his arm, which was beginning to throb in pain.
"Okay, maybe I deserved that too."
"How could you ditch me like that? I've never done any of that to you!"
"I said I was sorry! I dozed off!"
"Fucking liar! I called your house, and Grandpapi told me you were gallivanting with Cuervo la Negra! YOU WERE WITH ZOE LAST NIGHT! You totally betrayed me! You know how much I hate her, and yet, you do this to me! Dude, she said I was lame! HAS SHE LOST HER MIND?!
Veins racing with rage, Frida swung her fist to give Manny another good punch, but something in Manny just snapped. He caught her fist in mid punch.
"Damn it, Frida!" He roared. "YOU don't own, or control me! I am El-mother-fucking-Tigre, and I can hang out with anyone I-mother fucking-want!" Fuming, Manny closed his hand, crushing her fist. Frida screamed in pain. Zoe hates you, not me!"
Right there, Frida began to sob, yanking her hand away from his grip.
"M-My hand!" She cried. "My hand...it's broken!"
Manny stood there a few seconds, and then realized what he did.
"O-oh shit! Frida, I'm so sorry!" He reached out to help her, but she violently jerked away.
"Get out!" She screeched. "I HATE you, now get out!"
"No, Frida, I'm so—"
"I hate you! I hate you, get out!"
"Frida, I want to help—"
With her free hand, Frida reached into her left boot, pulling out a 45 revolver. Astonished by her taking a gun out of her show, he slightly began to panic.
"Frida, p-put that down…"
"GET OUT!" She barked, tears still streaming down her face. "Get out, you bastard, or I'll blow your head right off your shoulders!"
"Frida, I'm sorry!"
The gun clicked, signifying that it was ready to be used.
"Get. OUT!"
Manny turned around, and dashed through the window. Before he jumped, he heard the gun drop, and Frida break down in tears, staggering to breathe, heavily coughing, and gagging with wails of pain. It dawned on him that he caused all of her pain- her even broke her hand. He wasn't sure what came over him, but the feeling of power, that feeling of being in control- he honestly had to say that he actually kind of liked that feeling…and he knew there was going to be a major problem with that.
He was on the ground now, and he sighed heavily.
What have I done?
"Hey! Hey, Rivera! Qué Pasa?!"
Manny looked up, seeing the face, well, skull, of his old pal, Django, coming his way.
Django waved happily, smiling abit. Though he is the grandson of the infamous 'Sartana of the Dead',he vowed to 'turn the other cheek', and be a good guy, resulting in Manny and him becoming really good friends. Manny doesn't know that Django only went to the good side for a certain blue-haired female, who he happened to be madly in love with. It was crazy, but it wasn't quite impossible.
"Dude, what's up?" the skeleton teen asked brightly.
"Django…dude…I'm kinda not in the mood…I'll see you later, okay?"
Manny groaned and walked on, leaving a confused Django.
What is his problem?
He looked up, and noticed which house he was standing in front of.
Isn't this Senorita Suarez's house?
He blinked, and then smiled to himself. He was going to pay her a little visit.
As he walked toward the front door, he noticed two police officers standing out front.
Guards. He guessed. He was going to have to use his new technique to get pass them. He snapped his boney fingers, and just like that, he was skeleton no more. He had become…a human. Django analyzed his fresh new fleshy skin, and smiled to himself.
"This should work."
He approached the front door, and as expected, one of the officers demanded him to halt.
"Stop!" Officer Verdes commanded. "Are you-"
"Do you go by the name of Manuel Rivera?" Officer Mendez interrupted. Django blinked, becoming curious.
"No, Señors, My name is Django. Why would you be watching out for Señor Rivera?"
Both officers gave each other looks, and then shrugged.
"Manuel Rivera got Senorita Frida in a lot of trouble with Señor Emiliano," Mendez explained. "Chief banned him from seeing her ever again."
Even though Django felt sorry for Manny's unfortunate punishment, he was relieved to, because that meant he could spend more time with Frida.
"May I please Senorita Frida?" Django asked politely. "I brought her-"he magically pulled out a rose from his back pocket. "-a rose, to cheer her up."
"Si, Of course.
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Frida was sitting at her desk, bawling her eyes out. She couldn't believe that her own best friend, the man that she loved, would do that to her. She was heartbroken, and the bones in her hand were shattered. She couldn't feel it—it was starting to turn a different color now, but she didn't care about the pain in her hand. What hit her most was the pain in her heart. She said that she hated him now, and she almost threatened to shoot him; and yet, she is still in love with him. She cursed herself.
She heard a knock at her door.
"Frida?"
She quickly tried to pull herself together, wiping the tears from her face, erasing any evidence.
"C…Come in…"
The door opened, and a boy with brown hair that slightly covered his light brown eyes, a white cap, and red sweatshirt and dark blue jeans stepped in.
Frida blinked, trying to indentify this strange boy.
"Wh-who are you?" she asked quietly. The boy chuckled.
"You don't recognize me? Hehe, probably not, 'cause I'm in the flesh."
"In the flesh?"
The boy smiled, tossing his head to the side, moving the golden brown hair from those adorable eyes. He gave her that gorgeous smile.
It's me, Django."
Frida's jaw dropped.
"Django? You're…You're…"
"Alive? I know."
Frida blushed from his amazing appearance. Her heart started to pound. She looked away.
"What are you doing here?"
Django sensed that something was wrong, and came up to her, putting a hand on her shoulder.
"What's wrong, Frida?"
"N-Nothing."
"That means it's something. Now, what is it?"
"No!"
Django spotted her hand.
"Whoa! What happened to your hand?"
Frida tried to hide, but she couldn't move it, it was too painful. She felt the tears coming.
"M-Manny broke my hand…"
Django narrowed his eyes he was now pissed.
"Why the hell would he do that to you?! Give me your hand."
As Frida began to explain, Django began to heal her hand with some of his spiritual super natural energy.
By the time he was done healing, her hand, Frida was done explaining.
"…and that's h-how it happened."
Frida flexed her fingers in astonishment. "Hey! You…you healed my hand!"
Django smiled, flashing his pearly whites.
"Yeah, you didn't deserve what that Rivera did to you. You don't need him. And healing your hand was my pleasure, Senorita." He kissed her fully healed hand. She blushed.
Django handed her the rose.
"For you, Senorita."
Frida smiled, and accepted the lovely flower.
"Gracias, Django."
"No problem, senorita."
Frida attacked him with one of her famous hugs, nuzzling into his well built chest.
"Thank you so much, Django. You don't know how much this means to me."
"I think I do."
Django brought the female's chin up, looking into her indigo orbs.
"Frida…you mean a lot to me."
He leaned down, gently kissing her virgin lips. Frida blushed deeply, not sure what to do. Django was her first kiss, she swore one day it would be Manuel Rivera giving her, her first kiss, but Django…his lips were soft and moist…she thought it felt…amazing…
Her head was telling her that she should just give up on Manny, yet her heart told her to keep holding on to him. But she put that aside, and focused on Django, who was kissing her!
Django gently pulled back, smiling abit. All Frida could say was;
"W-Wow."
Django looked at his watch.
"Aye, Papi! I should get going." He kissed her cheek. "I'll come back tonight, Mi Amor. I'll be back for you."
And just like that, he disappeared.
Frida touched her lips, then her once broken hand.
Django makes me feel, the way Manny does…
…
She shook her head.
No way! It was just a stupid kiss! You can't fall in love with someone after just one kiss!
Though she denied her starting to maybe, just maybe, like Django, just a tiny bit, she did have to admit; for her first kiss, it felt pretty frickin' amazing.
She flopped down on her bed with her guitar at hand. She smiled warmly to herself, strumming a few chords.
"Donde estan, mi Corazon," She sang. "Mi amor, mi amor, mi amor."
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Later that night, Frida frowned to herself, pacing back and forth.
"Where is he," she muttered repeatedly, "Where is he, and why isn't he here yet?"
Frida's anxiety was rising. She started having mixed feelings about this situation. She wanted Django to hurry and show up to A) Make Manny seem like a bigger asshole, and B) she started feeling a little lonely, since 'seeing Manny' was out of the question. She stopped pacing and cupped her chin.
Maybe he's just using me… she thought suddenly feeling depressed. He's probably just taking advantage of me because I can't see Manny…Yeah, that has got to be it.
She knew good and well that Django was insanely jealous of Manny, but she wasn't really completely sure about him using her, or anything else for that matter.
Well, I won't fall in love with him, for I love Manny Rivera! This, I swear!
After a few minutes, she groaned, running her hand through her hair.
Oh, who am I kidding…Manny will never—
Her eyes lit up, when she heard a tap on her window. Django smiled gently, as he opened her window, and beckoned her to come forth. She ran to where that amazingly handsome young man stood. He put out his hand. Frida paused.
"Come, take my hand."
"…Where are you taking me?"
"Do you trust me?"
"Y…" she then grasped his hand firmly, giving him a gentle smile. "Yes, I do."
Django smirked, and pulled her towards him, placing her on his back.
"Alright; I just hope you're not afraid of the dark."
"Haha, not a chance."
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"Ugh…"
Manny, was depressed.
He lay on his bed, into total darkness. Staring into nothing.
Today was bullshit. He thought, letting out another depressed sigh. God, I wish today never happened. The summer had just begun, and I already want it to end.
Every time he was about to do something stupid or foolish, he wished his dad would pop out of nowhere and tell him not to do it. But he probably wouldn't have listened anyway.
There was a disturbance in his pants. He cocked his right eyebrow, and realized his phone was vibrating against his thigh. He reached into his pocket, and flipped it open. He hoped against all hope, it was Frida.
"Hello?"
"Manny!"
"Zoe?" He groaned. What did she want now? He was just too depressed; yet, he wanted to talk to her…
"Manny….I need to tell you something."
"What?"
"…It's very important that you listen."
"What? WHAT?" He sat up straight, from the weary in her voice. There was silence. "Zoe?"
"Manny…I'm…I'm pregnant."
He dropped the phone.
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Señor- Mr.
Qué Pasa-What's up
Senorita- Miss
Mi Corazon- My heart
Mi amor- My love
Aye Papi! - Hey Dad! (At least I think so. I'm not really sure, that's my catch phrase.)
Si- Yes
Donde Estan (Or Estas)- Where is
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OOHHH SHNAPP.
I LOVE THIS STORY. :D I love the heat, tension, and drama. oh, so delicious.
Yes. Django is in it, and can change human! D
Dont get mad, I like twisting things around.
Theres more in store. Just wait. ;D
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