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 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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"Fri'ta! Over here!"
Holding a red tray full of crap that lunch ladies called 'Decent food for growing Teens', Frida looked up to the eyes of her new friend, and Davi, who was linked to her arm. She smiled to them, and stood in front of the two.
"So, how was your first few classed?" Ember asked, taking a bite out of her apple crumpet. Frida silently sighed as she placed her tray on the lunch table, then plopped herself on the chair behind her.
"It would have gone better if Manny wasn't in most of them…" She muttered lowly, placing her elbows on the table, rested her head in her hands. Ember gave Davi a confused look; in return, he raised his eyebrow.
"Why would you be sad if Manny was in a few classed with you? You guys are like, best friends, right?"
Frida decided not to respond. It was better if Davi didn't get into all of her business.
Unfortunately, when she didn't respond, he could sense that something was wrong.
"…is it because he and Zoe are dating?"
Frida could feel a blush shoot across her face.
"What?! No! I-I don't care if he's dating her; you know why? Because Im dating Django!"
Not realizing she was talking really loudly, most of the kids started to stare. Before she could go on, Ember pointed out quickly, "Oh my God! It's him! It's Manny Rivera!"
Sure enough, Manny wandered into the crowded cafeteria, looking rather lost and confused. He was shocked when Ember suddenly screamed out his existence to the café, and as usual, had no idea what was going on. Ember stood up and frantically waved. Slightly scared, he kind of waved back with a shy smile. Seeing the sight of Manny Rivera was enough to set Frida off. She slammed her fists down on the table and stood up in rage.
"I DON'T CARE WHAT MANNY DOES!" She screamed. "I DON'T GIVE A FLYIN' FUCK IF HE'S DATING FUCKIN' ZOE AVES! I DON'T CARE BECAUSE I'M HAPPILY TAKEN BY DJANGO OF THE DEAD! AND YOU KNOW WHAT? I FREAKIN LOVE Django, okay?! I LOVE him, for all of you suckers who care! I love him a lot! God Damn it!!"
She slammed her chair on the ground, angrily throwing her tray to the floor. The only thing that was going through her mind was that she wanted to get out of that hell hole of a place and just go to the only place she could cry in peace—her home. Home, sweet home. She angrily pushed passed Manny, blurting out, "Look at what you've done to me! You're ruining my life!!" And with that, she stormed out of the lunch room.
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Knock! Knock!
Frida groaned. "Who is it?"
"It's me, Ember."
After Frida stormed out of the school after experiencing a small melt down, she came home as planned, and cried her eyes out in the safety of her room. Since she was home alone, her sobs and screams would fill the house. Tazor and Shotgun curled up together behind the couch, feeling the sorrow roan like an eerie ghost, while Churro silently watched her mistress bawl. After an hour and 45 minutes, Frida had finally cried herself to sleep, feeling that if she took a small nap, she'd wake up less upset. She napped for the next three hours, and then woke up to the sound of her door being opened. It was no surprise that it was Nikita, who almost never knocked to enter her room. Nikita was surprised that Frida was home so early and asked if she was sick and what was wrong. When Frida rolled over, showing Nikita the lovely view of her back, mumbling Manny's name over and over, Nikita took the hint and exited the room, leaving the blue haired teen alone once more. Now, someone else was here to bother her, and she clearly was not in the mood for company.
Ember self consciously opened the door, letting herself into Frida's territory, and then closed the door behind her.
"Hey Fri'ta…." She whispered. "I-I just came to see how you were doing and brought you your homework."
Frida didn't answer.
"C'mon Fri'ta, as lovely as your back is, I'd rather want to see that beautiful face of yours, darling."
Again, Frida didn't respond. Ember set her stuff down on Frida's desk, then took place on her bed, next to Frida's depressed form, and gently rubbed her back.
"Wanna talk about it, sweetie?" She cooed. "I'll stay here all night if I have to. It's Friday after all! I'm a great listener. Just tell me everything you have to say. From beginning to end, I'll be here!"
Touched by her kindness, but annoyed by her consistency, Frida slowly rolled over, looking at Ember with big, sad, red, puffy eyes.
"Well, for starters…I-it's about a boy."
"A boy!" Ember clapped her hands together. "That's the story of every girl's life, about a boy!"
Frida brought herself together and sat up, rubbing her sore eyes.
"Well, it's not about just any boy...this boy has been in my life ever since we learned how to get in trouble! We've been childhood best friends until…"
"Until…?"
"You see, there's this other girl; my worst enemy. She's been after my best friend."
"Ooh, I see. Why do you care so much that she's into your best friend?"
"Well, because…I kinda…I kinda am starting to have strong feelings for him, and it wouldn't be right for your best friend and worst enemy to get together, right?"
"Well, if he was your friend, he'd put you first, right?"
"You'd think so, but he's a guy, so he put his urges first, and has now gotten my worst enemy pregnant."
"If you are 'kind of' starting to have feelings for him, why would you care this much?"
"I don't! Because a –mater-of-fact, I have a boyfriend!"
"If you have a boyfriend, then why should you care about what your best friend does with other girls?"
"Because…because…"
Ember gave Frida a stern look.
"I guess what I'm trying to say is…do you really love your boyfriend?"
Frida went silent, and then bit her bottom lip. She then sighed.
"N...no…I mean, I like him, but I know I don't love him…I can't love him, because I know Im in love with someone else…" Frida felt the tears sting her eyes, and her voice started to crack. "But I happen to love my best friend, who loves my enemy..And I think it's not fair, because I knew him longer..And…and.." She lost control and began to cry again. Ember held her in her arms and patted her head.
"It's okay, Love. Just do what your heart tells you to do, and you'll be fine."
After a few long moments, Frida calmed down again, sniffling here and there.
"God, Ember." Frida murmured against her shoulder. "I hate you."
Ember giggled. "Why do you say that?"
"Because you're the only person that actually makes me really think about things."
"Why thank you. I clearly have that effect on a lot of people. Now let's get you all cleaned up and run those silly tear stains off that pretty little face of yours!"
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"I don't know what you see in that girl." His mother said. "She seems like the type that would break your heart—and I don't want to see you get hurt, my son."
"Frida isn't like that!" he'd fire back. "I know that she would never hurt me; she loves me, and I love her! Just because I'm 'dead' doesn't mean I can't feel strong emotions and affections for others!"
"You've been hanging around humans too much!"
Django sighed, as he watched Frida vent her feelings to a girl he has never seen before, through her window. He kept his cold, glaring, crimson eyes on her. How could she betray him like this? After everything they've done together? After all the fun they've had and the adventures they've shared? After all the love he poured out to her? He finds out that she didn't feel jack shit for him---she's in love with that damned Rivera! To Django, this was a slap to his face. He wasn't sure how to feel about this situation. It was just all too overwhelming for him…and no matter how much it hurt, he knew what he had to do.
"Alright then! It's settled!" The unfamiliar girl with a British accent exclaimed. "I'll be spending the night at your house tonight! I'm personally inviting myself!"
"You're so modest." Frida rolled her eyes. "Do you think your mom will let you?"
"Of course! She's into me making new friends! I'll just run home and get my stuff!"
"Alright. Don't get lost."
"Oh, I won't. Davi mapped out the whole city for me!"
"I think that little creep is crushing on you."
"Oh hush. Davi is so adorable!" Ember winked, then sprinted out the door.
This is my chance. Django thought to himself. He then took a deep breath, and then lightly tapped on her glass window. Frida whirled around, shocked to see him.
"Mind if I come in?" He asked, opening the window.
"Django…" Frida's heart began to beat fast. His appearance was really unexpected. "Oh, no, that's okay. I-I'll come outside. It's nice out anyway."
Frida slowly counted her steps as she walked towards a patiently waiting Django. Hi hat was tilted, and his golden brown hair was covering his eyes, giving him a mysterious look. Frida was glad his eyes were covered—she didn't think she could face him eye to eye, fearing she couldn't keep eye contact with him.
Self consciously being polite, Django held out his hand to help Frida out, and Frida accepted, but he almost tripped because she was distracted with her own confusing thoughts.
Frida could tell something was wrong with Django. He was acting quite strange, and it wasn't like he was trying to hide it. Was he trying to tell her something? A sign, maybe?
Django sighed, resting his arms on the railing that guarded the small deck, supporting Frida's window, not looking at her, once.
"The view is amazing, isn't it?" he asked, looking at the star-lit sky. "You can see the whole city from here…"
Frida lowered her eyelids.
This is where…Manny and I…This was our special place…Just me and Manny…
"Oh!" Django reached into his pocket. "I've been meaning to give you this photo."
"Huh?"
Django handed her a small square piece of plastic. To her surprise, it was a picture of her; smiling brightly. She gasped.
Where did he…?
"Sorry, I snuck a picture." Django explained. "I took that picture on out first date, and your smile was so amazing…I couldn't help myself."
Frida sighed softly.
Django…
"From that moment on, I knew I wanted to take care of you."
She went silent.
I…I…
"I'm sorry!" She blurted out. She didn't know why, but she got a bad feeling about it, ad that was the only thing that came to her mind first.
"…It's a farewell gift."
The sapphire-eyed teenager shot her focus on the calm males' face, which still wasn't facing her, but was still holding out the photograph. Did she hear his statement correctly?"
"Wh-what?"
"This is goodbye." He turned to her, dropping the photo, and gave her a warm smile, though his now visible eyes were filled with pain and sorrow. His smile didn't vanish, but his eyes saddened. "I mean, I won't force you to keep seeing me, Frida," He continued. "You don't love me, do you?"
Her eyes widened.
"Django! I do lo—"
A sharp pain stung her cheek. Django had slapped her.
"Don't fucking lie to me," He growled. "You don't love me, do you?"
Ashamed, Frida's gaze fell to the ground, feeling her eyes burn with a fresh new batch of tears.
O-oh…
When she didn't answer, Django let out a strange, depressing laugh that sounded forced.
"I knew it!" He laughed. "You still love Manny Rivera!" His laughter died, and turned his attention back to the sky. "Well…I thought maybe you'd change your mind one of these days. But I guess it was wishful thinking."
Frida bit her lip, feeling guilty. She too thought she could change, but Manny was like a drug…she was fully, heavily, and severely addicted. And she knew by the way he looked at her that she had hurt him, the way Manny had hurt her. And she didn't want to hurt him, not like that; not at all. She wanted to claw her own face, now that was causing pain to another man. She didn't want this to happen. At least, if it was, not like this. She knew, it was clear now, that he was breaking up with her. And it hurt even more, because he wasn't trying to hurt her, even though she's hurt him. Frida was starting to feel like dirt.
Oh Django..Django…
"I'm probably not really your type, anyway. I'd better go while you still think I'm a good guy."
Frida lost it once again, and began to sob heavily. She covered her face so he didn't see how bad she felt. Her whole body was shaking, as she continued to cry. Django went silent, as Frida cried out, "I'm sorry Django…sorry…so sorry…"
Django tilted his hat, and smiled.
"Goodbye, Frida Suarez."
And just like that, he was gone.
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This part 1 of chapter 13. xD ITS NOT DONE YET! D:
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