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So let's go:
You might be very disapproving of drunken sex, and you might say that it's artificial and it's making love to someone else. The issue of alcohol always exists, with all the drinks in the samba clubs and the secret night clubs in the slums of Rio de Janiero, and it's gotten people into trouble before with all the raping and murder crimes that you do in the heat of the moment.
Call me naïve, but in my opinion, I favour the heat-of-the-moment situations. In these situations you can have no doubts or concerns telling you that something is wrong. Of course you shouldn't let yourself explore the world lawlessly and commit horrendous crimes… but for all the gray issues, there's always the risk to take. You should do what your heart tells you to… it's never healthy to keep yourself from doing what you desire to do. You should be free to do what you love to do, free to become who you want to be, free to feel what you're supposed to feel. You should be who you are.
Imagine if Blu wasn't drunk when… copulating. To be blunt, Blu is paranoid of everything… I don't blame him but if it weren't for that desire-driven part of him, he would have never felt those gears in his heart stir up to drive his wings to pull us from our watery graves. If it weren't for… a heart nobody in this world would be living, literally and metaphorically. We wouldn't dare do the things we want to do, and we'd be stuck in a corner all day not knowing all of life's gifts waiting …
The fact is nobody can ever stop you from being who you are. As for me, nobody can ever stop me from loving Blu.
Or, at least I thought so.
I guess Tulio's powers of guesstimating are not so potent- after a rather thorough check-up of my wing's status, he found it to be healing at an 'alarmingly rapid' rate, and his altered estimation was brought forward to a distance of two days before my wing is finally functional, and my flight returns. Thank the stars, I thought. It was embarrassing, however, that we were very late for breakfast, and even with us not being able to communicate with humans, they probably figured it out. As Tulio shot Blu an approving smirk, my wing met my face with reasonable impact.
In the midst of a silent, serene meal at the table somewhere in the afternoon, the doorbell's metallic ring resonated through the house. I shot my head up in surprise- who in the world would come in the morning without proper reservations?
Linda, bearing the same peculiar expression as I, went to excuse herself to the door. After a momentary squeaking of wood against wood, her cheerful and inviting voice exclaimed:
"Fernando!" I internally smiled; shortly after Blu had brought me to be observed by Tulio, the four of us parted ways with Fernando, the latter's reason being to 'pursue his dreams in the wind'. I stole a glance from the edge of the wall- he hadn't changed at all [it has been two days since that whole adventure], and in his long arms beheld a medium-sized cardboard box. My curiosity arose.
"Hey there, Linda… I- I came for a visit. C… Can I enter, please?" An alto-tone, meek teenage boy's voice followed.
"Come in, come in. No need for politeness." Linda said which was ensued by a few light trots and the shutting of the door with a dull thud.
Almost immediately Tulio rose from his chair to join the two, and my curiosity got the better of me; I went to eavesdrop on the conversation, my mate tailing me.
"It's good to see you here, Fernando. How're you doing lately?" Tulio's familiar voice greeted.
"I'm fine, Tulio," Fernando replied, with no obligatory 'Mr' or 'Ms' to the adults. "It's just that I have something for you." He held up the box as a sort of offering. I stole another glance- the box was ordinary, sans the queer holes poked at the side. At first I didn't know what they were for, but then common sense hit me and I discovered that they were air holes- in the box was a living creature. And I might be crazy, but seeing the size of the box and the fact that he's brought it to Tulio of all people, it must be a bird.
Blu glanced at as well, and his eyes enlarged by a fraction.
"A bird?" Tulio questioned quizzically.
"Birds. But one of them is sick. You think you can help it?"
"Well let's see then," Linda said. Tulio then took the box out of Fernando's hands. He opened the lid and set his eyes upon the contents of the box.
He gasped.
This was subsequently followed by Linda's lighter gasp. I took a gander at the situation again- both adults had their hands over their mouths. Fernando's expression was befuddled, and because of the damned angle, I couldn't see the contents of the box. Blu stood there, unsure of the whole situation.
"Oh my…" Tulio managed with his voice hoarse.
"What? It's only a fractured wing; it's not gruesome at all." Fernando muttered, clueless.
"No, Fernando, you don't understand. This… this can't be true…"
Frustrated at the inability to decipher this mystery, I turned to my mate. "Can you pick me up so I can at least see what's in that box?"
He shook his head solemnly. "You can't barge in like that. It's not appropriate; it's nosey."
I sighed in exasperation before turning my attention to the situation in the living room. "Well, what's wrong, then?" Fernando asked.
"Fernando, I… Where did you find these birds?"
He frowned, also frustrated of his ignorance. "I found them in the middle of the jungle. The female was injured, and her mate" –my keen sense of hearing picked up a squawk of protest –"… companion was protecting her. Her wing was all numb, so I figured that was the problem, so I approached you. So what's wrong with them? They're not some rare species tha-"
"They are," Linda muttered. "I thought… Blu and Jewel…"
As every second was whiled away I was more intrigued, and at the mention of my name, I squawked in response stupidly, and I was subsequently hushed by my sensible mate, and was greeted with three pairs of eyeballs drilling at me for a few seconds. Then they turned to the box. Just what was inside?
My question was answered as Tulio [thank the stars] placed his hands inside and withdrew the two birds.
This time I saw what the commotion was all about.
I couldn't believe my eyes, because despite my poor vision, there was no mistaking- in Tulio's two hands were two Spix's Macaws. From the distance I couldn't pick up distinctive facial features, but they had the shape of a Macaw, and they were absolutely blue. One of them was dark, navy blue, and the other was cerulean blue [like Blu] but with black streaks on its tail. The latter was not standing, but rather clutching its wing in agony. They didn't look bigger than we were.
I glanced at my mate, and his face was marked with sheer shock, his pupils shrunken and his beak wide open. "Dang," he muttered.
Tulio began to examine the two Macaws. "I thought Blu and Jewel were the only two left…" Tulio muttered in awe.
"Wait!" Fernando intercepted. "You mean the Blue Macaws are a near-extinct species? Why didn't you tell me that! I didn't even know the value of Blu and Jewel when I st-… had them!"
"This is amazing," Tulio uttered, still under a trance.
"Well, apparently whatever they taught you in medical school was entirely false," Linda snapped back. "So Blu isn't the last male after all!"
"How was I supposed to know?" Tulio defended himself, a whiplash reaction. At that point I paid no further attention, and I turned to my mate again.
"They're Blue Macaws, like us Blu!" I exclaimed excitedly, somewhat resembling a hyperactive toddler.
"We're not the only ones…" Blu muttered, still residing in the initial shock of this revolutionary discovery.
"Could they be related to us?" I questioned, and suddenly my heart started to accelerate. The thought of meeting one of our kind brought excitement to me, since I always had desired to meet one of us, but the thought of seeing a relative…. It made me giddy- what if they were our parents? What if they were part of some distant memory that would bring joy to us again… suddenly my heart twisted in pain, as my mind was dragged down Memory Lane again… but that was all behind me. Those birds… they could change our lives forever. That might be exaggerated, but it's a possibility… more certain than not.
"I haven't met any other Spix's Macaws," Blu said, his tone matter-of-fact and his expression rigid. "I only knew some stupid Canadian geese and a bunch of other bullies. And I don't think they're my relatives…"
"Don't be such a pessimist Blu," I encouraged. "They're probably nice, and we'll probably be good friends…"
"Maybe. Maybe not."
I rolled my eyes and then diverted my attention back to the living room, but they were gone. Probably went to fix that fracture, I thought, but my train of thought was interrupted by Linda's voice:
"Well, your friend has gone with Tulio… why dontcha stay in the kitchen for a while, little fella? I'll go with Fernando to find Tulio." Subsequently I heard two pairs of footsteps dampening into the distance, and a light male squawk that tugged on my mind.
My heart still pounding on my chest I went to the edge of the wall [where the counter turned ninety-degrees twice following the edge of the wall, so at bird's-eye-view the counter twisted like a 'C' with the wall in the concave section. I anticipated myself for this meeting- I would have to make a good impression to him anyways, and all my heart was dying to meet this stranger… the thought of meeting another Blue Macaw face-to-face made my head swirl. Especially when scientists estimated me and Blu as the last two on Earth… now here was the proof that they were wrong, feet away from me, and having a great possibility of being my relative as a Brazilian native.
My mate merely waited behind me, encouraging me to go ahead with a candid smile.
Taking a deep breath, I mustered all my courage, every heart thump clear in my ears, and I trotted to the other wide of the wall to meet the stranger.
And in that instant, two things happened: one, I caught sight of the navy-blue Macaw and his turquoise eyes. Two, all those haunting memories came down crashing like a tsunami.
Oh.
Sh!t.
~Intermission: Blu~
I was never fond of making new acquaintances. Clearly those dumb Canadian geese [with the intelligence equivalent to a lamppost] had messed up my perception of life. You see, the twins were the pets of a blond d0uchebag who picked on Linda back in her middle school days. They were loyal to her, until they were knocked unconsciousness by their owner and left on the streets, never to see her again. You figured they would repent and turn over a new leaf, but of course, like every villain, they were static characters in a book, still going at it.
Don't mistake me- I enjoy companionship, if they ever like befriending a 'nerd bird' in the first place that is. If you pin question Jewel to pertaining to my characteristics, she'd use words like 'gentle', 'caring' and 'clumsy, but in a cute way'. I know that's definitely not the type that people want to be friends with these days- society look out for 'funny', 'charming' and the occasional 'good in bed'.
This is why I stay behind a distance while waiting for Jewel to greet the stranger warmly before introducing him to me as her mate. I was never good at introductions or first impressions because, more often than not, I would either be viewed as a nerd who would equal target-for-insults, or a drooling, head-over-heels Macaw who must be thinking he was the luckiest bird in the whole world to … you know.
So after shooting her a gentle smile to egg her on, she disappeared behind the wall. And after she exited the kitchen, there was a full one minute of silence. It seemed like one full eternity.
As every second ticked by, I got more and more curious, but predominantly anxious. After 60 geologic ages a name I did not quite catch was uttered in Jewel's familiar voice, and subsequently I heard a bass-male voice yell: "Jóia!" This was followed by a rush of footsteps and a dull thud, most likely body against wood. I jumped in shock; I didn't know one "Jóia" could be so significant… I was pretty sure it meant more than 'hi'. {Jóia = Jewel}
Not sure if I wanted to see this queer and mysterious situation, I made light footsteps over to the edge of the wall. I frowned. I hadn't heard a single word after that one Jóia. Something was definitely wrong; there was no Jewel or stranger.
I popped my head over to the other side, and at that moment an electrifying chill spontaneously surged through my spine.
I saw a light-blue Macaw, the love of my life, the one I knew so well. The one I could trust as long as I live and the beholder of my heart.
I saw another Macaw, his feathers dark blue, and I did not know him at all, a stranger that was now brought into light, closer than before.
They were body-to-body.
They were face-to-face.
They were beak-to-beak.
At that point I couldn't think straight, dizzy with this horrific sight. I must be hallucinating, I thought, and I shut my eyes tight, shaking my head of that thought, and I looked up again. They were still there, still in each others' arms, still kissing, and my mate moaning in pure pleasure. It was unbelievable, incredible in a bad sense, and totally out of the blue.
The only thought that surged through my mind was this: why the fu(k is this stranger making out with my mate…
And suddenly a burning heat dominated my whole being, my mind and my heart, and I was overcome by a force so powerful yet indescribable, a mix between jealousy, rage and justified envy. I snarled furiously, that my mate was in the wings of another bird, and I involuntarily emitted an animalistic growl, oblivious to the two.
The feeling overcame my common sense and without thinking, I charged headfirst at this unknown bird.
The impact was not as powerful as expected- I felt no recoil on my head ambushing his body- and before he could react I clawed at his face, my face marked with fury.
"Blu!" Jewel exclaimed, but I did not catch her expression. He finally retaliated- and he was definitely and unfortunately more powerful than me-, using his body weight to thrust me down onto the counter, and pain rippled though my feathers. Dang, he was a good fighter.
"Que porra!" He yelled, and his talons made its way around my neck, obstructing my windpipe and pinning me down entirely as I futilely tried to struggle away. I choked violently, but I looked at him with the same intensity of anger as before. {Que porra! = what the fu(k!}
"Let go you son of a b!tch!" I yelled hoarsely, letting loose of my exhalation, and suddenly the urge to inhale overcame me. Jewel came over, her face fake with concern for my well-being.
"Ronaldo, deixá-lo ir!" Jewel's sharp, Portuguese-accented Portuguese shrill ordered. Ronaldo looked at her with an puzzled and indignant face, but he saw her enraged and adamant expression in return. Like the magic words of a lifetime, his talons' grasp loosened, leaving me gasping for breath. {Ronaldo, deixá-lo ir! = Ronaldo, let him go!}
The navy-blue Macaw's face was tinted with fury, mirroring mine, but his more intimidating-ly angry than truly, personally angry. "Jóia, quem é esse idiota? Você o conhece?" The male looked into Jewel's eyes, half-dazed at the tension in the atmosphere. {Jóia, quem é esse idiota? Você o conhece = Jewel, who is this idiot? You know him?}
Jewel sighed, and gave no response, her face suddenly contorted with guilt. "Ronaldo, me desculpe…" {Ronaldo, me desculpe = Ronaldo, I'm sorry}
I intercepted, after recovering from my choking fit: "Jewel you better have a good explanation for this!"
The Macaw raised an eyebrow. "You American," he muttered with a hint of surprise, though still firm and his English evidently substandard.
Jewel looked at the not-a-stranger-anymore, and then she gazed into my eyes. "I'm sorry, Blu, I'm so, so sorry…"
"O que está acontecendo, Jóia?" The Macaw looked into my mate's eyes, as if she was his mate, and he drew close to her again. Before I could snarl aggressively, she moved away from him, and she walked over to my side. {O que está acontecendo = what's going on}
Jewel exhaled deeply, and her soft sapphire eyes stared into the Macaw's hard turqoise ones. "Ronaldo, este é Blu. Blu, this is Ronaldo."
"Nice name," he muttered, laced with sarcasm. I snarled in response.
"Ronaldo..." her voice trailed off, preparing herself for some revolutionary statement. Her eyes donned a veil of moisture, making her irises shimmer in the fluorescent light. "Blu é a minha erva-mate." {Blu é a minha erva-mate = Blu is my mate}
His eyes enlargened, and his initial sullen and enraged expression was jolted into stupefaction, his lower part of the beak trembling. "Jóia…" Suddenly it dawned on me that Jóia meant 'Jewel', and part of me was pleased that he was put in his place. The question is: why?
Even though the answer was so clear, Jewel continued: "Blu… Ronaldo, he… he…" she trailed off, and she suddenly burst into a small sobbing fit, unable to complete her sentence, whimpering softly like a lost child.
Stupidly, I pushed adamantly: "What? Who is this Ronaldo?"
Despite being totally crestfallen and still startled, Ronaldo, with no mark of anger depicted on his face, completed her sentence:
~Intermission: Flashback in third-person-P.O.V. ~
Somewhere deep in the Amazon jungle, a small hatchling lay solitary in a nest, huddled to herself under a leaf as the rain poured down torrentially and cruelly. A bolt of thunder streaked across the night sky, scaring the living daylights of the poor azure bird as she curled into a ball even tighter, hoping the rain would miraculously fade away in an instant. It didn't; the little hatchling was on the brink of tears, but she chose to remain strong… even if she was abandoned from young.
She was always this alone, deserted from such a tender age of one week before she could even jump out of her nest and fly… she was just grabbed from behind by her own mother, left on the ground… all she could do was helplessly watch her mother and father fly off without her…
She'd spent many nights crying her eyes out, until she could literally survive on her tears barring the salty taste. At the very most, she could look for certain foods and had the common sense to try the rainwater that came almost every night. But it was times like this that she dreaded the downpours- she was absolutely terrified of thunder- where movement was hindered, and the temperature was so darn low. The hatchling shivered, a single salty tear rolling down her face…
After an hour of insomnia, the rain had been subdued a tad bit, but it still wasn't safe to be outside the puny shelter that the leaf could possibly provide. The hatchling wondered where all the birds in this world were… especially her parents. She shut her eyes, unable to withstand the horror of that memory.
Suddenly she heard a voice, almost like a hallucination: "Olá lá." {Olá lá = Hello there}
She opened one delicate sapphire eye, and the sight before almost made her faint. It was another Spix's Macaw, just like her, his dark blue feathers drenched, and he was an inch taller; approximately a month older than her. "Você está bem?" His voice was marked with no intention to hard, but to help. {Você está bem? = Are you okay?}
She sniffled. She made a small questioning whimper, which would be said in the same tone as "Huh?" if she only knew the Portuguese word for it [which is Hein?]. She simply didn't understand him; even though in Brazil Portuguese was the first language.
The navy-blue bird smiled. " Está tudo bem. Sou amigo." {Está tudo bem. Sou amigo = it's okay. I'm a friend.}
The limited capability to understand Portuguese managed to tell the hatchling that 'amigo' meant 'friend'. She tried to communicate again: "Pai? Mãe?" {Pai? Mãe? = Father? Mother?}
Her new-found friend frowned. "Não." {Não = no}
Upon seeing the azure hatchling burst into a wailing fit, he tried to hush her, by 'sh'-ing her and placing one firm wing over her beak. "Está tudo bem. Está tudo bem…" The azure hatchling put her wings around the other Macaw, as she let loose all of her sorrow, all of her pain into her new-found friend…
And that night, the two birds fell asleep in each others' wings, and by an act of the stars, the rain ceased.
It's been 10 years since Jewel was adopted by the navy-blue bird's mother and father. Luckily they were caring, gentle and they loved Jewel like she was their own. She learnt the navy-blue bird's name… was Ronaldo.
Even after Jewel had matured a bit, Ronaldo was still an inch taller than his half-sister. He had grown much stronger, and he was much bigger than most of his peers [of different species, obviously]. He had a passion for soccer, and miraculously he had never damaged anything belonging to Jewel.
Jewel was meek, and she was socially awkward, always shying away from her peers. They all loved to kick that stupid rock around, and she could never get the point of the game, or the celebratory roar ensuing the rock passing a certain line. She didn't want to get her face damaged, anyway, and besides her ability to play soccer was as potent as her ability to breathe underwater [of which latter has not been attempted, for the record].
The few things that she was potent in were the field of the arts, or more specifically singing. She could hit every note effortlessly, bass to soprano, and her voice would be envied by many opera singers everywhere. The problem was, singing around her peers 'deep from the heart' did not put her in good light, judging by the mud that were thrown as a lousy substitute as supposed praise-symbol flowers. She never told Ronaldo, though. She feared he would worry.
On a perfect day where the sun cheerfully and charitably donated its light and heat to the jungle in Rio, Jewel began to sing a wordless tune melodiously, a lullaby sung by her mother the day she was found:
{To the tune of Real in Rio, without the lyrics though :}
Amar a nossa vida na selva {Loving our life in the jungle}
tudo é selvagem e livre {everything's wild and free}
nunca está sozinho, porque essa é a nossa casa {never alone, 'cause this is our home}
A magia pode acontecer de verdade, em – {Magic can happen for real, in –}
Her melody was interrupted by a cannonball of mud hurled at her. The sheer force knocked her forward, where she was pelted with several other muddy ammunitions and a pair of familiar sharp talons clawing her whole body. She knew who the supposed leader was- a Blue Macaw named Elizabeth. This wasn't the first time she'd ambushed her, and just the thought of her previous encounters with her sent shudders down her neck.
"Aberração, você tem que aprender a calar a boca!" Elizabeth shrilled, as her minions began to jeer her and continue the barrage of mud. Unfortunately Elizabeth was much stronger than the then-meek Jewel, and Jewel was definitely outnumbered and outwitted. {Aberração, você tem que aprender a calar a boca = Freak, you have to learn to shut up!}
"Gah!" Jewel yelped as a prompt kick sent her flying forward, soaring into a mud puddle face-first [the mud doesn't stop, does it], where her face was then smeared into the ground by Elizabeth's talon. Jewel, in all bluntness, looked absolutely pathetic, helpless if you will, as she futilely tried to writhe out of her grip. She prayed that someone would help her before she would pass out again and be subjected to absolute torture…
Then, a miracle occurred- the talon's grasp was abruptly released, followed by a shout in shock on sudden attack: "Ahh!"
Wiping the mud from her eyes, she espied her half-brother, furious at that bullies and about to charge like a wild bull. Joy filled her heart.
"Ronaldo!" Jewel exclaimed gleefully, as her knight in shining armour managed to create an impact large enough to knock all her four minions down like bowling pins, their mud useless against his sheer force.
As Elizabeth tried to strike back, Ronaldo executed a pre-emptive wing attack, sending her reeling for a second time, where she was subsequently pinned to the ground by the strong Spix's Macaw.
"Não se atreva a tocar a minha irmã de novo!" Ronaldo threatened intimdatingly. {Não se atreva a tocar a minha irmã de novo = don't you dare touch my sister again}
"O que é um covarde... sua irmão tem que vir a seu salvamento ..." Elizabeth said hoarsely, and she subsequently winced in pain as Ronaldo thrust his claw harder onto her throat. {O que é um covarde... sua irmão tem que vir a seu salvamento = what a coward ... your brother has to come to your rescue}
"Ir embora agora, ou você vai se arrepender!" Ronaldo warned, gnashing his beak together and growling. When he released his grip, Elizabeth, the 'covarde', fled, her fellow friends tailing her. Obviously Ronaldo's strength was way too much. {Ir embora agora, ou você vai se arrepender = Go away now, or you'll regret it}
"Você está bem, Jóia?" Ronaldo asked, stooping low to help his half-sister get up.
Jewel coughed, sending a sputter of mud flying. Her body was coated with mud, her face still slightly brown even though she had down her best to wipe the fowl solid-liquid off. "Eu estou bem. Eu já passei por piores. Que Elizabeth estúpida…" She muttered, her voice still sore. {Eu estou bem. Eu já passei por piores. Que Elizabeth estúpida… = I'm fine. I've been through worse. That stupid Elizabeth…}
Upon discovering that this was definitely not the first time, Ronaldo snarled furiously. "Eles vão pagar por presente…" {Eles vão pagar por presente = they will pay for this…}
Jewel whimpered lightly, most likely due to the pain, and Ronaldo was distracted. "Está tudo bem, Jóia… Está tudo bem…" he consoled, embracing her gently and protectively.
Jewel looked into Ronaldo's eyes. "Obrigado, Ronaldo… Obrigado…" {Obrigado = thank you}
Ronaldo smiled sweetly. "Só acho que nada disto ... Eu sou seu irmão, depois de tudo. Se não eu quem vai te proteger?" {Só acho que nada disto ... Eu sou seu irmão, depois de tudo. se não eu quem vai te proteger? = just think nothing of it ... I am your brother, after all. If not me who would protect you?}
Irmãos não iria para a tal ponto, Jewel thought to herself but she did not voice this out... she only wanted to enjoy the warmth of Ronaldo's embrace, even if her feathers were coated in mud. Jewel knew that Ronaldo would always be there... to always protect her from all the evil in this world... {Irmãos não iria para a tal ponto = Brothers would not go to such an extent}
Guys, these are my OCs, Ronaldo and Elizabeth. The latter is a cameo, though, but for Ronaldo... I know you guys probably hate him, but wait. There's the backstory, obviously, and this chapter ain't finished yet. There's Ronaldo's ultimate reaction and his relationship with Jewel and Blu... anyways I just left you on a cliffhanger. The memory thingy was only an intermission; LOL.
By the way I'm sorry I made one whole section with Portuguese dialogue... it'll fade away later but I feel like a jerk... so sorry. T_T So you know what Esta tudo bem means now right? :D In any case, the lyrics were translated to Portuguese from English, and they are owned by Sergio Mendes, John Powell, Carlinhos Brown, Mikael Mutti, and Siedah Garrett, the writers obviously.
So... you see that button below? Yeah. Click it; I've poured out a lot of soul in this chapter [explaining its length]... but I could use some suggestions as to improve it.
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