PLEASE READ THIS WARNING: I do not own, Rio, Blu, Jewel, or any other related character. I own the plot and OCs in this story, but all other characters and related themes are owned by Blue Sky Films and 20th Century Fox.
Hey guys… I'm sorry but I'm having block [again] and this chapter won't be that good… it's a filler chapter. The next chapter I'll work on will be Love? So please wait for this story… again. =_=
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So enough blabber, let's go on:
~Jewel~
I knew that my life would be totally altered; I knew it from the moment my eyes met Ronaldo's hard turquoise ones. I knew I had disappointed Ronaldo, having thrown away all those memories of him after mistaking him to have been dead, and replaced it with 'some other stranger'. I could imagine his heart rip to pieces when he realised Blu was my erva-mate. It hurt so much…
I also knew that Blu would fly into a rage, the moment my beak touched Ronaldo's… it was going to turn nasty, to say the least. I also knew that the same effect would be enforced upon Blu, another victim of my choices and my past… I knew that it would take millenniums to earn both parties' forgiveness…
But I guess I was wrong about the latter.
I couldn't believe it- Blu had so easily let go of everything, having been explained the past was past… I knew that Ronaldo was honest, brutally even, and he was sincere when he told Blu that he would not hound after me… but why did Blu believe him so easily? How could he, considering he had more recently saw a stranger douse my oral senses with his saliva… it was incredible. Part of me reassured me that Blu [being the clueless, innocent bird I first met] would not hold such a thing to his heart, and that he was a forgiving bird. But the other side of me told me that he was hiding something…
And Ronaldo… how could he just throw away everything he lived for in a flash? He was my half-brother and even lovebird for such a long time… how could he thrust all that valued to his heart to someone else? It baffled me, that he would do such an uphill task, the equivalent of pulling an arrow from your chest... Part of me told me that he wanted the best for me, but the other told me he was scheming something…
It confounded me, and my mind was in a blur as I tried to decipher such a mystery, that one could be so forgiving and the other could be so… thoughtful. The answer evaded me… when it was so simple [yet so terrifying]:
They both loved me, at the same time.
I dread to admit this, but I will be practical and weigh the reasons and factors here- I have concluded that comparatively, Ronaldo would be a better mate than Blu would. I love Blu, much more than Ronaldo too, but this is true. Catapult all the pitchforks you want, but I knew Ronaldo for not one year, not two years, but FIFTEEN years. I've seen all of his good traits from top to bottom, and, let's face it, he would understand me better.
To balance this, Blu understands me as well, he would treat me well, and he loves me so much, as I to him. I chose him as MY MATE, and that's serious, since the title of the mate is almost equivalent to a royal crown, or an unbreakable bond between us. But I knew him for 5 days, a fraction of my childhood spent with Ronaldo. The worrying and spine-shivering thing is, there is that uneasily ignorable possibility that he would hurl all the parts of my heart into burning fire, or even BETRAY me. Such an outcome I dreaded… but it could come true, considering Blu is almost equivalent to a stranger to me sans all the days that I treasured being next to him…
This was probably what streaked through Ronaldo's mind when Blu begun to recall the short adventure that had occurred between us. Ronaldo wasn't amused though, swiftly pointing out all the matters that he was unhappy about. I had to admit, though, many of the artificial factors he indicated were thought-provoking.
1. We met because humans brought us together to mate, of which I rejected.
2. He couldn't fly at all and he was a 'nerd-bird'.
3. I had to be chained to him to be stuck with him.
4. In 3 days we had a fight.
5. My wing was broken and we almost died. And for the grand finale:
6. We mated while he was drunk.
So of course it didn't make much sense. Blu was visibly traumatised by this, and I immediately rebuked Ronaldo. The fact is, logic may try to repel me away from Blu but the only reason why Blu and I are mates is this- we love each other. And love needs no logic as a foundation. Ronaldo couldn't understand this; however, he remained rather sceptical about me and Blu… although he didn't voice it out.
Inevitably he changed the subject and his expression melted away to become cheery again, and he decided to check on his friend. We jolted- we had been so busy scrutinising my past that we had forgotten our other feathered friend with his wing broken. We decided to go examine his well-being.
"So how did your friend break his wing?" Blu questioned, attempting to grasp me with his talons to fly, as Ronaldo's emotionless stare aimed in our direction.
"Probably the way yours did." Ronaldo's tone was matter-of-fact. Blu did not sense anything.
The light flutter of wings settlingon a table in the clinic was picked up by Linda's apparent keen sense of hearing, as she stole a glance from behind, but she quickly turned her attention back to Tulio's tending of the bird on the same table.
Now that I had a closer look at the bird, I noticed that it was a female bird, with the same arrangement of feathers dangling from the back of her head. Her feathers were the same shade of blue as Blu's, but her tail feathers, which were comparatively long, had streaks of black. Her ruby eyes stared at her left wing, the wing that Tulio carefully examined, and occasionally she squawked in pain, with reasonable volume. I could understand- on the wing were obvious red scratches, though superficial, they were enough for pain to ripple through her body as Tulio applied some antiseptic and a bandage.
After a while, Tulio decided to take a break and he, Fernando and Linda left, leaving the four birds alone in the room.
The stranger shot me and Blu a confused look, before shifting her gaze at Ronaldo to ask: "Ronaldo, quem são esses pássaros?" {Quem são esses pássaros? = Who are these birds?}
Ronaldo went over to her side and gestured to Blu by pointing his wing. "Este é Blu." The bird, with a gleeful, ecstatic smile plastered on her face, streteched out her talon to shake. Blu reciprocated in courtesy. "Olá, meu nome é Lisa," she said. {Este é Blu = This is Blu; Olá, meu nome é Lisa= Hello, my name is Lisa}
Ronaldo chuckled softly on seeing Blu's puzzled expression, and he explained to Lisa, "Ele é Americano."
Lisa's expression turned bewildered. "You're American?" She asked Blu. When Blu nodded, she added, "I never seen an Americano up close before…"
Then, to my utter shock, she went to Blu and… and she started to sniff Blu, like she was trying to pick up some unique Americano scent if it ever existed. She then stared into Blu's chocolate eyes in wonder. "You look like me! But you smell different… you smell of Americano." Blu laughed uneasily, backing up a nanometre to me. I rolled my eyes; obviously she was incapable of deciphering the mystery of looking mysteriously identical- being of the same species.
Ronaldo then gestured to me. "Este é Jóia, de Blu… erva-mate."
I stretched out my claw, and she shook it, slightly uneasy and her smile replaced with a half-downcast-half-surprised face. "Você está de Blu erva-mate?"
"Sim," I replied. {Sim = Yes}
The curves of her beak twitched. "Você é… um p-… pássaro de sorte, Jóia," she replied, and in response a light pink flush appeared in my expression. "Obrigado," I replied. {Você é um pássaro de sorte = you're a lucky bird}
Having been left out of the conversation, Blu intercepted, "Lisa, have you ever met Jewel before, even from young? Surely you must've because you were a Spix's Macaw too…"
"No. I'm Portuguese- as in, I'm from Portugal."
Ronaldo continued on her behalf, directed at me [and for the first time, in English out of courtesy of Blu's appearance]. "You see Jewel, when I got captured I got shipped off to Portugal where I had to be locked up with a bunch of other birds… obviously Lisa stood out as one of me. But we quickly devised a plan to escape, and so here we are. There was nothing much."
Lisa frowned, and she looked at Ronaldo. "By the way, why did you want to go to Rio anyway? We could've just stayed in Portugal…"
"Because, Lisa, Jewel was my friend. In fact she was my girlfriend."
At this statement Lisa's eyes widened. "B-…" she stammered. "But Jewel is Blu's mate! How could…"
Ronaldo shook his head grimly. "She thought I was dead," he whispered softly yet eerily. Lisa nodded; having comprehended the situation I was subject to, simple words that allowed her to see the light. I looked into Ronaldo's drooped eyes, and watched one sole teardrop fall from his eyes. I could feel the stab in his heart as he thought of those 15 years that he spent with me… one spent in vain. It wasn't fair to him, but… it wasn't my fault. It was fate's decision…
However he picked himself up, and he forced a crooked smile. "Anyways you can figure out the rest," he said in a gallop. "But I'm over it; it's fine."
Lisa then shrieked in pain, a sharp but brief shrill as she clutched her left wing pitifully, cringing in pain. Ronaldo stared at it, worried. "How bad is it Lisa?"
Lisa squinted, trying to weigh the pain and find the right word in her list of Portuguese vocabulary to describe it. "Maldito ruim," she muttered. {Maldito ruim = Fu(king bad}
"How'd you break the wing anyway?" Blu inquired, his eyes stupidly trying his best to see through the bandage and see the wound, as if he had some superpower.
"Didn't I tell you?" Ronaldo snapped with some impatience. "The same way that Jóia broke hers."
"But Ronaldo the odds of a cage dropping from two metres to smash her wing aren't very likely. I mean the lacerations were not that shallow."
Ronaldo's eyes widened. "Oh." He muttered, obviously been proven wrong.
"It was stupid, really." Lisa explained. "I walked straight into a knife! Can you imagine! It was just sticking from… from something, and then I just ran into it! I don't even know how! That's just ridiculous!" She laughed humorously.
Ronaldo rolled his eyes. "You were racing me on land."
"Oh, yeah." Lisa seconded. "But still. I've flown in the air for 16 years and that was the first time I ran! And there was a knife; can you believe it! I guess flying is better." She knocked her head with her good wing, as if to drill the note into her mentality.
"I object," Blu interrupted. "When you travel on claw your vision of ahead would be gifted with better clarity, comparatively to flapping your near muscle-void wings at optimal velocity, quickly straining your brain and affecting your sight via the nervous system… birds would eventually crash-land due to overworked fatigue, but as for walking they can halt for a respite before resuming."
Blu was greeted with three pairs of confused and bewildered eyes, of which the beholders' English skills were not superior enough to decipher what Blu had said…
"Meu cérebro dói…" Lisa grunted, breaking the thread of silence that lingered awkwardly in the air. She rubbed her head. "O que fez ele disse?" {Meu cérebro dói = my brain hurts; O que fez ele disse = what did he say?}
"Eu não sei, Lisa" Ronaldo answered with the same dazed look as Lisa. "Ele é sempre assim, Jóia?" {Eu não sei = I don't know; Ele é sempre assim = Is he always like that?}
"Yes," I said. Pedro would have called this a 'COMBO BREAKER' but I had to steer away from the Portuguese for the sake of Blu. "And that's why I love him." Then I pulled him into a deep kiss, catching him off guard as I moved my beak rhythmically yet intensely along with his…
After pulling away I could see our so-called spectators' response, and it was somewhat similar to me and Blu's reaction to Rafael and Eva- Ronaldo's look suggested he was stifling something in his stomach from having an encore visit, while Lisa looked on, amazed and peculiar of the love depicted in that one beak-lock…
"So why do you love me again?" Blu asked, clueless. I smiled and wrapped a wing around him. "Because you're so pleasantly innocent and cute," I crooned softly, laying my head on his supposed-shoulder, his neck area.
Lisa continued staring with her curious ruby eyes. "How did you guys meet anyway?"
Blu sighed in exasperation, and again he launched into retelling the experience of him in Rio… and the story of us the moment we met to becoming mates in the end. It was the second time he retold it; he was exhausted but I would never get tired of this story… of Blu accompanying me through the whole of Rio, learning to fly, saving my life and mating… it always captivated me, even though it sounded like a rushed love story to the third-person-party, it would always have the same ending- me and Blu together.
Lisa stared at us, and to my surprise she was completely mesmerized by our story. "That's so romantic," she crooned, and to that I gave no response. No response would be appropriate in this situation… obviously we were glad she appreciated it but obviously saying 'thank you' would be… awkward. I stole a glimpse at Blu's face- his pupils shrank into his whites, also speechless.
Fortunately, and rather opportunely, Tulio, Linda and Fernando came back.
"Oh good, you four have met," Tulio remarked, as he studied Lisa's wing again, with less tenderness than was supposed to be required and as a result Lisa squawked in agony for the third time. But this time something overcame her, an unknown force that drove her to drive her beak into Tulio's hand, biting with such intensity that Tulio yelled in pain before clutching his hand in an attempt to relieve the pain. He cringed as he examined his hand- a clear bite mark was there complete with a red rim.
"That doctor doesn't know how to treat a lady properly," Lisa muttered, with no guilt of the offense she committed. But she felt something was amiss when she saw two pairs of stupefied eyes stare at her. Ronaldo, however, shot her a furious look. She squinted at us. "What?"
"You-…. You bit Tulio! Why?" I exclaimed as my mentality overcame the initial shock.
Lisa creased her brow. "I retaliated in pain. What did you expect me to do?"
"But-" Ronaldo held his wing up before I could finish my sentence.
"Sorry, Jóia, but Lisa's very temperamental… she can't stand not being treated well." Ronaldo explained, trying to pacify me as if Tulio held some significant sentimental value to me. Then he turned to Lisa and berated her. "O que eu informá-lo sobre morder os seres humanos, Lisa? Você nunca aprende não é?" {O que eu informá-lo sobre morder os seres humanos, Lisa? Você nunca aprende não é? = What I tell you about biting humans, Lisa? You never learn do you?}
Lisa's expression melted and she hung her head in shame, having gotten over the past events. "Sinto muito, Ronaldo."
The way Lisa behaved intrigued me- the way she acted towards Blu was so strange, sniffing him from top to bottom and referring him as Americano. She also said she had ran straight into a knife… shouldn't she have seen it in the first place, even if she was running? It made no sense. And the way she so hastily and aggressively pecked Tulio's hand… it was all so odd. Then when Ronaldo scolded her [in a manner a father does to his daughter, no less] she cooled down. My mind tried to puzzle the pieces together
Before anybody could say anything, Tulio returned, a plaster on his hand where he suffered an uncalled-for beak attack, with Linda donning a concerned expression. "Well, I think I can safely say that your friend has enough energy to move on… ouch…" He cringed, cradling his bad hand with his good one.
"But what are we gonna do with them?" Fernando asked confused as to what to do with the four of us.
Tulio frowned. "I guess they'll have to stay put over here in the artificial jungle. Jewel and Lisa have their wings broken… they'll have to put up with each other for a while."
I stared at the people around me. There was Blu, the one I love but our relationship was possibly on the brink of falling apart…
There was Ronaldo, the one I used to love and my half-brother, but to Blu was a virtual enemy…
And there was Lisa.
It was then that I knew that it was going to be a long night.
Yes… I know I should've written more, but I'm kinda stuck here. I've only managed to plan out FAR into the story, because a bunch of the more recent ideas got thrown out of the window. Sigh…
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