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To this date I am unable to fathom how my mindset has been so significantly altered. My will before was to fly a lone bird and let my wings take me wherever the wind wished to, but here I am, with a mate I could depend on and hold on to for the rest of my life. My desire now was not to be solitary, but to be next to my 'mate' Blu, and to put it cleanly start a family with him. Even though my encounter with her was brief, I looked up to Eva, who had such a caring mate by her side with a gargantuan family. I longed for such a strong female character and an endearing mate- it was like as if she and Rafael were a match-made in heaven.
What I would evade, however, is to stretch so far as to have such a multitude of hatchlings [I figured this was a reason why Blu wanted to abstain], where an unspoken rule existed that keeping still was against the law. As much as I respect Eva's harsh discipline methods, her children weren't exactly showing the successful results. I was pretty sure this was why Rafael required such a huge place to reside in- it was because of his numerous rambunctious and hyperactive offspring. Sometimes, I swear Rafael and Eva go at it like rabbits without a care in the world [not to risk sounding like a hypocrite].
The moment we entered Rafael's tree-house [which apparently just HAPPENED to be lying around] we were mauled by the wrath of 18 Toucan hatchlings. It wasn't funny; it took two geological ages for them to settle down, leaving us to catch our breath in desperation for oxygen, a cloud of cerulean and azure feathers drifting slowly to the ground. As the hatchlings were sent down to the ground to wait, I made a mental note- I don't care what aphrodisiac the ortilogist attempts to give, or whatever Blu says, I will never have a sea of children like this.
Eva greeted us warmly and congratulated us for 'bondage', of which puzzled me at first, but then it struck me- she had espied us eating our beaks out, of which flooded my senses with hot shame. However her sincerity and lack of mocking intentions was evident as she didn't push for any further details like a stereotypical gossipy moron, thus I accepted her comments graciously.
Ironically however, it was Nico and Pedro who couldn't keep their beaks shut. Of course they had decided to eavesdrop and second Eva's statement by pestering us for the events that had succeeded the point of which Blu released an exodus of feathered beings into the sky. Eva silenced them after a minute of incessant rambling, but Blu relented to inform the other four adult birds in the vicinity, covering Nigel's death, my wing's injury, and of course that memorable kiss that I planted on his beak that stirred the gears of his heart that permitted him to take to the sky… as Blu told this fairy-tale-come-true everyone including me was mesmerized…
Nico sniffled, wiping a tear that had formed through the course of the story. And while he was lost for words Pedro spoke up: "Wow that's one heckaffa story there. But uh…" he was deep in thought momentarily before saying, "…I don't know how one simple kiss would've got old Bluey here to fly." Rafael shook his head and replied: "Aiy yaiy yaiy, Pedro, haven't I said it before? Obviously Blu ama Jewel-" he gestured to me with one wing- "so with her he could FEEL it… right in the coração." He gestured to his heart. {ama = loves; coracao = heart}
Nico intercepted: "Anyways, it's so good to see my favourite couple finally mates! It's such a happy ending!" This caused me and Blu to shift nervously- we hadn't become technical 'mates' yet, and Blu had no clue as to how to voice this out. "Umm…w-…well…" he stammered, but he couldn't finish his sentence.
"Ah, no need to be ashamed, Bluey-old buddy!" Nico piped up. "I mean every guy has to do it sometime!" I glared at him, furious at his demeaning effect against me, and although I could sense Blu's desire to defend me, he suppressed his temperament.
"Well, we haven't. We're not going to mate yet."Blu stated matter-of-fact, and suddenly an awkward silence dropped, although I had no clue as to why- if we wished to abstain then shouldn't it stay that way?
Rafael cleared his throat abruptly. "Aiy, Blu… you can't wait forever! Don't you want a família? To love and keep forever? " He exhaled deeply, and before I could counter that, Eva spoke up. {familia = family}
"Rah-fah-ell, my dear, you should always know that if a woman wants to keep away than the man has to respect her decisions… like if I say I want to stop at 18 we WILL stop at 18." Her last statement diverted off track as she gave a cold stare at him. Rafael responded by rolling his eyes.
"Rafael, just because I don't want to mate doesn't mean I won't love Jewel any less," Blu said, drawing me close to him. "Jewel will still be my lovebird no matter what." He smiled at me lovingly, of which I returned before leaning forward for our beaks to converge. This drew the stares of the other birds, but honestly, I didn't care…
We were interrupted by Pedro clearing his throat [of who had the patience of a mustard-seed], and he announced: "Anyways, we're going to the same samba place as last time; if you guys wanna come, go ahead."
Before I could enthusiastically reply, Blu said: "Um, Nico, I think I made it clear the last time that I'm not really into samba, so I'll-" I nudged Blu angrily, and he stared me with an expression that whined "What did I do?" Obviously he was never the social type of bird- one should always know to respect another bird's personal likes.
This comment earned my lovebird four pairs of accusing glares, of which sent goose-bumps rippling through his body. Pedro said to Nico, "Nico, remind me one day to talk some sense into that fella," and his yellow friend nodded.
As Nico and Pedro left in a huff, Rafael and Eva turned their attention to the both of us. "By the way, since you're not going out, could you do us a favour?"
After Rafael's immense kindness in the helping of us removing the chain, I was confident that whatever intensity of this favour was going to more than make up for it. Thus I readily challenged: "Sure."
"I need you to babysit our kids."
I didn't catch Blu's reaction, but I violently choked on nothingness in utter disbelief. Whatever confidence that I had mustered in myself completely vanished in that instant. I would rather tear my vocal chords out than tolerate the menacing torture that is 18 little ones all rampaging at us. It wasn't feasible, let alone possible, and suddenly I felt weak in my bones.
I looked at Blu in desperation- his eyes stared into empty space; his pupils shrank by a significant amount and his whole body frozen. When he regained the power to speak, he stuttered: "U-Us? Look a-after t-those mon-…. children of yours?"
Rafael and Eva glared coldly at Blu for the second time in twenty minutes, before Eva replied, "Yes. You help us look after our kids as we go out for the night. It's the least you can do for Rah-fah-ell helping you guys with your errands while I had to look after them for 24 hours."
"I know it's a tough job-" gee you think? "But I beg of you, por favor? You're our only hope in the whole of Brazil! Please?" { por favour = please}
Blu sighed in defeat; logic had overpowered him. He looked at me, and I smiled back in response, to reassure that we could do anything together. Besides, this would be perfect training for the future…
"Fine." Blu's response was monosyllabic.
Eva smiled. "Thank you."
Rafael then looked at his mate seductively, pulling her closer to him. "Ah, my juicy littlee mango, now we can go! We can have the day all to ourselves…" Eva returned his look reciprocally, her wing fondling with his body. "Indeed, my tangy papaya… we can finally go todo o caminho tonight…" Her voice trailed off as Rafael pulled her into a long kiss, leaving me disgusted [the hypocrite I am] and Blu mesmerized by the power of love. {todo o caminho = all the way}
I cleared my throat, and this time Rafael and Eva gave me the angry look. "Well have a safe flight, then." I muttered, and I felt a hard nudge from my lovebird, silencing me.
"Thank you, by the way. We'll be back by night," Eva said with a smile, as she and her mate spread their wings and took off.
Blu hollered out: "TRY NOT TO MAKE ANOTHER!"
Even if Rafael and Eva's children are young and mentally immature, they're still supremely intelligent. For example, they have observed the following premises: one, their parents glided right above their heads without even a good-bye and two, a pair of nervous Blue Macaws are staring at them at distance. Therefore, the conclusion is that these two strangers are their babysitters, and this leads to: one, a ten-second silence subsequently followed by two a holler of declaration:
"GET THEM!"
If you think being attacked by 18 hatchlings is nothing, let me give you something: one hatchling is about one-third the size of its parent. That's 6 adult birds going at you, with all the brute force of 18 individual hatchlings pulling your feathers out like food and occasionally being flung by some supernaturally strong hatchling and crashing headfirst with the greeting of some mud.
Of course, energy isn't infinite and the hatchlings eventually get bored of treating us like beach balls. But apparently all hell broke loose- they scattered helter-skelter. Let me tell you, in case you hit your head on the way here, that we birds can't split up into 18 beings[I am still ground-bound], and to round up 18 hatchlings flying in any direction you can think of is as easy as rounding up all the salt in the sea. If anything I blame Eva's incapability to keep her legs closed. And of course I'm saying this in rage; so did your neck arrange a meeting with my claws or what?
Eventually, and miraculously, all 18 are lassoed back to their places after one eternity, leaving us to catch our breaths. Some part of me nudged me to tell me that this was only the beginning, but honestly, I don't know what could be worse that now.
Suddenly I felt a light tugging at my broken wing, and I peered at the young Toucan. "Something wrong?" I asked the impatient hatchling.
"Miss, we're bored. Got anything else for us to do besides torturing other people?"
It took all my self-control not to claw the brat's eyes out, and I racked my brains for something that would be entertaining and time-eating for them… all was in vain.
It got to the point where I was panicky enough to ask Blu for suggestions. Fortunately for him it took him less than a millennium to think of a solution. "I know."
To the curiosity of that hatchling and me, he grabbed a stick, carving out a line in the ground. He did three more to form a square, and he begun to create more and more, along with filling each one with numbers…
"Mister, what are those?" the young one asked.
"Those are squares of which you're supposed hop on all of these with one foot, progressing on until you reach the end. But first you have to put this rock-"he gestured to a rock previously non-existent now resting on square two- "here and you're supposed to jump over it. Then you go back and then put the rock on another square, and repeat. All you have to do is keep on one foot, only that foot is allowed in each square, and for something like that-" he gestured to a point where the pattern of individual squares was disrupted by two squares placed next to each other- "you use both feet. Try it."
Hesitantly, the hatchling studied the pattern of squares momentarily, digesting what Blu had said. Then, after a minute of consideration, he jumped with one foot on the first square, as he readied himself to leap across the pebble to the third square. Finally he made the gracious leap over the menacing stone over flawlessly. Beaming, he effortlessly went through the course without any difficulty.
"That's not so tough," he said arrogantly.
"Why don't you try it with two stones?" Blu offered, and the hatchling scuttled off to return back with another rock. He laid it on the fourth square, and he made the first hop. He again leaped over the first rock easily, this time however with far less energy and by the time he made the third leap, his stamina failed him and he ended up crashing to the ground. As he got up sputtering mud out like a firework, he kicked the pattern that Blu had so marvellously and painstakingly carved out.
"Gah," was all he could manage, and Blu wordlessly grinned at me in triumph. Then he helped the hatchling up and tried to re-carve the indentations into the ground.
"I call it hopscotch, kiddo." Blu said. "It wasn't so easy when I was a little hatchling like you."
What Blu had performed was a miracle- five minutes later the same pattern of indentations were repeated all over the muddy ground where several hatchlings competed to complete the course with one stone placed in a variable square each time, and some with two stones that could also be placed in different places. It kept them occupied for a long time, of which I thought this was a near impossible feat.
"I call it hopscotch," Blu said, seeing me admire his handiwork.
I looked at him in confusion. "But what's scotch then?"
Blu chuckled lightly. "There's no scotch, Jewel. It's just called that."
I reeled back in horror. "Then that's a dumb name! You can't just name something without having any meaning in it…"
"Well, humans do it all the time. They can name their children some random name just because it sounds nice. Everything's all just about making it nice on the surface."
His statement perked me over something that I wished to discuss with him, but never had the guts to bring it out: "By the way, Blu, when are we going to have children?"
Blu was caught stunned by it, and he choked aggressively for a while before he hesitantly answered: "I-…I haven't figured that out yet."
Dismay coloured my expression, with a hint of impatience. "Blu, we can't abstain forever. We're going to be mates anyway… there's no reason why-"
"I know we are, Jewel." Blu said this adamantly, but his tone dropped immediately after. "It's just… you know I'm a planner-sort and I really…. I really don't know what we are going to do after that. I don't even know if I'm a good father… and besides, I won't love you any less just because we're not mates." His eyes started to glimmer in the setting sun, and his eyes seemed to stare distantly into the ground.
My firm tone didn't waver. "Blu, we should at least try… I mean look at Rafael and Eva. They're so close that it'll take a crow bar to separate them… because they have a family. I really wish to see a hatchling call me 'Mama'… and besides once we mate, we'll become mates for life…"
My voice trailed off, the only sound for next few minutes the hatchlings' noises of innocent childhood playing. No matter how rambunctious a hatchling is, I realised, he's still a hatchling and to you he's the most precious thing you could ever have.
"Alright," he finally managed out, and immediately the darkness in me vanished to be replaced by the light of happiness. I smiled lovingly at him, and he too returned it, with no sign of insincerity or being forced to, pulling me into a warm embrace.
"Thanks, Blu," I said before pecking him on the beak. He chuckled lightly before replying: "You know, my precious gem, I guess I was making excuses… because let's face it; we're the only two Macaws left… we'll have to save the species anyway. But most importantly,"- he gazed into my eyes- "it's because I love you." And he drew me in for a deep, passionate kiss, and again the lust that I harboured threatened to burst forth… but of course, it had to be repressed, since we were in the midst of hatchlings.
But one day, we'll be surrounded by our own. One day.
"So how was taking care of our kids, guys?" Rafael asked rhetorically.
"Tiring. The day just felt so long and hard." Blu said, sighing in exhaustion.
"THAT'S WHAT SHE SAID!" Pedro yelled, and he and Nico slapped wings, bursting into hilarious laughter. Looking at my confused expression, Blu, having recovered from his irritancy from that comment, explained it to me, and apparently according to him, my reaction was priceless, and utterly lagged.
"Anyways," Eva interrupted, diverting the conversation back on track. "Thank you, Blu and Jewel. We thought you'd get gagged and stuffed into bowling ball bags or something."
"Thank you, my dear, for further demeaning their impression on our kids," Rafael said with a heavy sigh.
"Oh puh-lease, Rah-fah-ell, your impression of them is probably way worse than the two Macaws." Eva refuted, keeping Rafael's beak shut. She then turned to us. "But how did you manage to keep them so disciplined anyway? They're living hell."
"Well, Blu invented this game called hopscotch, and it managed to keep them occupied." I spoke up. For the next few minutes, Blu gestured to the patterns in the mud [of which Pedro commented, "I thought they were crop circles or something,"] and he briefly described the rules of hopscotch, as well as adding that it wasn't an original idea; Linda and he used to do it all the time.
"Yeah, but where's the scotch?" Nico impatiently asked. "You might as well call it 'hopsquare' or something. Why scotch?"
After Blu shrugged, Rafael suddenly perked up. "Oh, by the way, Blu, I brought you something." Then he flew down briefly before shortly emerging slowly with a plastic bag of some brownish liquid and placing it on the floor.
"What's that, Blu?" I asked my lovebird after registering his horrified expression.
"Why," Nico intercepted. "It's scotch! We saved some for you. After some-"he skipped this part after catching the combined glares of Rafael and Eva- "Rafael said that you got to try it. It's really disorientating, whew!"
"Whoa whoa whoa, wait." I said. "So this is scotch? What kind of person names a game after an alcoholic drink?"
Blu declined Rafael's so-called 'gift'. "No thanks, Rafael. I don't drink alcohol."
"Oh come on, Blu, be accommodative. Just a sip, isso é tudo." Rafael encouraged. {isso e tudo = that's all}
Blu hesitated at first, but after approval from me he took a venture and grasped the clean plastic bag before gulping all of the scotch in one gulp. The moment he swallowed it, he cringed as he tried to endure whatever power the liquid possessed.
"Hard stuff," Blu muttered, choking for a while.
"Well, it's late. You guys should probably be going," Rafael suggested, of which I immediately obliged. I didn't want to stick around to 'babysit' those hatchlings of wrath.
I looked at Blu, who to my horror was disorientated and half-conscious. Indignant at the person who allowed alcohol to be edible, I went to Blu to support him. "Blu! Are you okay?"
He looked at me half-dazed. "Okay? I'm more okay than ever! That scotch is just so good…"
I turned to Rafael for help. He shrugged, to my dismay. "I really can't do much here. He's gonna be like this for the rest of the night."
"What night? I don't see no night." Blu said, even though there was evidently an absence of light outside. I started to panic; Linda had instructed us [being the paranoid person she is] to be back by night, or she would call the police. Blu was my only way back and he was drunk. Just how bad is scotch?
"Don't worry, Jewel. We'll help you escort old-Bluey back." Nico said, referring to him and Pedro. I sighed; it was our only option. Linda's place isn't so far away, anyway… but it would be difficult with Blu in his drunken state. I looked at him, and for the fifth time he bumped into the wall.
All I have to say is this: I hope Rafael was wrong.
Yup. I know I'm a lazy d0uche, but I promise the next chapter will be better. Really. Pinkie Swear.
And PLEASE review. I had trouble finding inspiration for this chapter… sigh… seriously you guys are the only reason why I'm writing. Really.
P.S. Criancas is Portugeuse for 'children'. Sorry for that misunderstanding.
P.S.S. GAHHHH My story's been knocked down again! What are you people doing seriously? -_-
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