Fort those of you who misunderstood my last review in chapter 3 I never in god's name meant that Blu was a bad father, I was trying to say that they don't give him a chance to be a father because Jewel hoggs the kids and any bird gets in the way of him being with his family, especially Roberto. Also the so called Rio Judger, if you are a judger then it is pretty stupid that you judge my story just because you disagree with my opinion since it's fans like me that made Rio 2 the failure it turned out to be, if it is so perfect and special then obviously you don't have a family or you treat your father the same way and don't care just like Jewel does. I am only going to say this once and if you disagree then you can kindly do so by PMing me, but I am a wife and a mother and I would never treat my husband the way Jewel treats Blu like crap. He risks his life for her and Rio 2 is how she treats him, she only cares about the kids and could care less about him obviously, being with another bird at the celebration of her return and she can't even be with her own husband but she can sure as hell notice their kids, their own kids while she ignores her husband, their own kids, and her husband can't even be with them. And another bird bonds with their son but for sure she only cares about that and doesn't care about what Blu does. And while Blu is treated like a loser and shown up by Roberto she is loving to her kids while horrible to Blu and she expects Blu to call that home, oh sure he's supposed to stop thinking about himself, well she sure as hell doesn't. Marriage is strictly just a title for Blu and Jewel because Jewel doesn't live up to that and acts like she isn't married, the only title she lives up to is mother, but I honestly don't care about any moment or second she spends or talks to with her kids because of the horrible way she treats Blu.
"There's my favorite kid," Roberto greeted Blu with open wings and rubbing his head playfully, he enjoyed this but Blu didn't "How're you doin' this morning?"
"I'm fine Roberto, could you let me go?" Blu asked.
"So have you come to give me your answer yet son?" Eduardo asked him.
"I did sir," Blu admitted slightly hesitant but for his reasons he was going to pull through this "…I've decided that, yes, I would like to lead the tribe when it's my turn,"
However this wasn't the sort of reaction Eduardo was expecting from Blu, he could note the diffident tone in his answer that he wasn't one hundred percent on this matter "You don't act so confident…is something wrong?"
Blu wanted to say no but he couldn't lie to his father in-law, he may as well had to confess.
"Well, uhm, the thing is. It's not so much that I want to do it for myself, I'd be lying if I said I was,"
"Well then why are you doing it?" he was curious.
"I'm doing this for Tiago,"
"Oh…?"
Blu explained with the deepest sincerity "Well I, uh…you see my own father never really left me much to build on. Or that I ever knew him, or that he was ever there for me."
Both Eduardo and Roberto were taken aback by his statement. There expressions never changed, their attention was dead focused on what he had to say with a deep lament.
"But this is my chance to give something to my son so maybe he could grow up without being ashamed of his dad,"
Eduardo looked on him with an understanding face "I understand…well, no I don't really. But I can see how it must feel, to be this young; and to wander around this world wondering who you are. And I know for sure you don't want that for Tiago,"
Blu nodded. Eduardo placed a wing around his shoulder and smiled.
"You're a good bird Blu, strong, brave. But my encouragement isn't going to help you if you don't learn to believe in yourself,"
"Yeah," replied Blu "thanks, I guess,"
"Cheer up kid," Roberto also placed one wing around him like a good friend "who ever your old man is, it's his loss,"
Blu didn't want to think about this anymore so he released himself to give him some space. He flew off with his final decision through and behind him for now. Right now he had his family to worry about.
[…]
The five macaws headed out for the far side of the habitat where they might obtain some time for themselves. They were sure not to wander too far off to stay under the supervision of the tribe; that was one lesson Blu learned to apply.
The site was a pleasant one; they could take in all the quite it had to offer them. These trees were so compact with their leaves that almost amplified the outside sounds, only to let a few chirps or buzzing from insects in.
Not to mention all the shade it provided them was a cool gentle feeling, with a crack view opening between two large trees where they could gaze at a nice long meadow. They found a cozy spot where they could settle down and eat.
Jewel provided the food for them, carrying it in a large palm leaf they had more than enough. A few assorted star fruit, berries, nuts, and a nice ripe banana she would split with her husband for later on.
As soon as all the food was assorted on the ground Blu took the large leaf and set it between two large trees. Being sure to tie one end tightly around a protruding branch stub along with the other end, he carefully measured the depth of the inside to make sure it was ample space enough for two.
(grooveshark)
Groovin'
The Rascals
Groovin
On a Sunday afternoon,
Realin'
Couldn't get away too soon,
Jewel proceeded to hand the food to her family "Carla, what do you want?"
She was a bit indecisive, everything looked good, she prodded the tip of her beak with her wing to choose.
"I want the starfruit," she made up her mind.
"No fair I wanted the starfruit, I always get stuck with berries," Bia protested.
"It's okay miss fussy," Jewel assured her middle child "I'm sure your sister's willing to share,"
"Why do I have to share?" Carla asked greedily.
"Because I said so," she stared at her eldest seriously.
"Fine, alright sis," Carla consented.
"Yay," Bia cheered "I want those peaches,"
Blu handed a few generously to Bia, last but not least there was their youngest to worry about.
"I want some nice fat beetles!" he exclaimed.
That posed as a strange reply to both of his parents. Their family usually didn't eat that kind of variety of food, no all of a sudden Tiago wants to munch on an armored insect.
"Where's this coming from?" Jewel wondered.
"I want to munch on something crunchy and juicy,"
"But why beetles?" asked Blu.
"Because I just love them," he confessed happily.
"Well I'm sorry," said his mother "But you're just going to have to stick with what we've got," Tiago fussed and crossed his wings together.
He decided to choose whatever without complaining. It didn't really matter to him what he got, what his heart desired was something crawly and dead.
I can't imagine anything that's better,
The world is ours whenever we're together,
There ain't a place I'd like to be instead,
"Who wants a slice?" Blu held out their prized mango, immediately their three chicks beamed with excitement.
"oo, oo, me I want one," Bia jumped.
"Save some for me," said Carla.
They were all too eager that they crowded around their father in jumping joy. Blu fended them off to keep their greedy feathers to themselves.
"Okay, okay," he tried to cool them down "There's enough mango for everybody, we each get how many slices, Bia?"
Bia took this moment to sum up the parts that would suit her family "Well judging by the size of the diameter, proportionate to the number of servings I think that five slices cut individually by 40 degrees ought to do it. May I please have the first slice?"
"Uh-huh," Blu looked at her suspiciously "So you'd get that big piece while we're all stuck with a smaller slice,"
Bia felt embarrassed at her attempts to foil her father and her family into getting the biggest slice by using her intelligence to her own advantage.
"You egg-head," Carla pushed her "You're trying to cheat us,"
"That's not fair!" Tiago complained.
"Alright, alright, cool it," Jewel demanded "everybody gets the same slice, or nobody gets anything at all. Got it?"
"That sounds fair," Carla agreed for them.
With that in mind Blu diligently inspected the mango, turning it from all sides, then proceeded to slice it down the middle with his talon. Moving on to the second curve he repeated the same process profusely to get the same slice for each one.
Starting with the first one he handed it to Carla who took it with a nice smile. Then the next slice was handed down to Bia, then down to Tiago. Then lastly to his darling angel, who gave him a kiss in return.
"Bottoms up," Blu retrieved his slice.
Together the family dug in to that delectable juicy piece of fruit. Licking the roofs of their beaks clean to savor each succulent taste.
"Mmm," Jewel slurped "There's nothing like a good mango to –"
*beeelllchhhh* Tiago burped.
"Tiago," Blu moaned. "Really"
*belch* Jewel burped "My bad,"
That's when everybody started to giggle to themselves, however Blu wasn't all too amused.
"Really Jewel?"
"C'mon honey, you know you ought to start acting more your age and live a little,"
"I'm sorry but I was raised in a household with manners and proper etiquette and I'm not gonna-" *BEEELLLLCHHH* he let out loudly.
That left their faces stunned. As shocking as it was, at the same time a little embarrassing for Blu, but what could he do about it.
"Well if you can't beat'em join'em," he shrugged.
That's when the whole family burst out laughing. "Alright dad!" Tiago encouraged him.
Once they got tired of that they moved on to their own individual activities. Carla, who had ingested the most food found herself getting a little dreary, letting out a nice little yawn her mother could tell a little rest was good for her. So she perched herself on the leaf hammock that Blu made with her daughter in her wings, gently rocking her in a nice little nap followed by the sweet gentle sounds of her mother's humming.
Bia was interested in exploring to see what other mysterious types of flora and fauna she could lay her cautious observant eyes on.
"Dad if you don't mind can I go out and explore a bit?" she asked nicely.
"Uh sure, it's alright," he assured her "Just don't wander too far off,"
"And be sure to make it back in time," Jewel added.
"Thank-you," she fluttered prodigiously in the opposite direction of the picnic area.
Just groovin,
Down a crowded avenue,
Realin'
Couldn't get away too soon,
No no no no,
There was that quite once again, embed with the sounds of Jewel's humming and Tiago playing jet fighter with a few twigs.
Blu continued to sit down, with his wings wrapped around his legs. He looked at Tiago, just wondering. Then he picked up an exceptional left over pecan. He tossed it up and down continuing to think. He looked more at it, this time with a keen eye, then he looked at his son. That's when an idea popped into his head.
"Hey Tiago," Blu called for him "Come here,"
Tiago reverted from what he was doing and obeyed his father. He perched himself next to him immediately.
"What's up dad?"
Blu continued to throw the oval shaped pecan to make sure "I, uh…" he pursed his two beak halves "You wanna play football?"
"Sure!" he exclaimed "What's football, is that like soccer?"
"Well, in a sense. It's a type of game we play up north; a lot of kids in America my age do it, really popular,"
"Oh, well okay, I'm game if you are," he agreed.
"You two have fun," Jewel waved at them.
"Oo, Dad will you carry me?" Tiago jumped up and down.
"Sure why not," Blu smiled, then he honored his sons' wishes and soon they were off into the meadow. But not before Blu could pick up four long twigs to fit the object of the game.
We'll keep on spending sunny days this way,
Wer'e gonna talk and laugh our time away,
I feel it comin' closer day by day,
Life would be ecstasy
You and me so let's keep
Groovin
On a Sunday afternoon
Realing couldn't get away too soon,
Groovin
Ah ah ah
Groovin
Blu procured the suitable spot for their game, a nice soft patch of dirt, none too rugged or moist, just right for their game. He secured the suitable length that they would need to play, stabbing the first two twigs in the earth a good two feet apart from each other, then he moved on to the next goal post several yards apart.
"Hey this is like soccer," Tiago gleemed "do we get to kick the ball,"
"We do," Blu explained "But not as much as you think,"
"What do you mean?"
Blu walked on with the pecan in his wings then continuingly tossing it into the other and back "Well the object of the game is to get the ball, or in this case the ball shaped pecan. And shoot it into your goal over there," he pointed in the direction to the east where the second goal was "What you can do is kick, but when you do," he placed the pecan in the dirt "the other guy, in this case me or vice versa, has to try and steal the ball away from his opponent using his wings, not his feet, and do whatever it takes to get it into the other team's goal. Got that?"
"I think," Tiago scratched his head with his talons "So once you kick it I have to steal it from you and take it to your goal,"
"That's if you can get past me," Blu smirked "But I'll go easy on you since it's your first time,"
"Try me daddy-o," Tiago challenged him with fiery competitive eyes "I can take anything you can dish out,"
"Well prepare to eat your words," Blu caught his competitive flare.
The father and son took their places. Since there were only two of them Blu stood next to Tiago to give him space to catch the ball and try and receive it into his goal.
"Blue, twenty one, hut-hut!" Blu shouted.
"What does that mean?" asked Tiago.
How could he have forgotten to go over that rule "Aw sorry, that means go-"
Tiago charged the ball with all his strength and speed before his father could finish "You little scamp," Blu was amusingly annoyed with him. The ball was sent straight up into the air, the father and son charged with all their speed to be the first to retrieve it.
Tiago unleashed his wild competitive fury in an effort to catch the ball. It was an almost impasse on both their parts, both sides seemed almost equally matched. Blu was ahead for a few seconds, then later on Tiago was in the lead, then Blu, then Tiago, then back again, it was hard to tell who would be head first.
With a final ounce of strength Tiago dive bombed straight into the ball's direction and caught it. Savoring his postponed victory to evade his dad, "Gotta be faster than that dad," he smirked.
Tiago carefully but firmly grasped the ball in his talons then made headway for his father's goal post.
"You think you can get away from me that easy," Blu gloated "I brought you into this world and now I'm gonna take you out,"
Blu made a huge air leap straight towards his son with open wings ready to scoop. But being the small evasive type that he was Tiago managed to skim free.
"Nice try apple pie!" Tiago laughed mischievously.
Nonetheless Blu was persistent in stopping him no matter what the cost. This time there was no mercy, Blu picked up his wings to gain the ample strength needed to take down Tiago. Inch by inch his target kept drawing closer and closer to him, until finally "Gotcha," he grabbed him.
The two fumbled straight to the ground, kicking up dirt in all directions. They were surrounded by a cloud of dust, coughing and wheezing; once Blu's eyesight cleared from the smog of dirt he realized he still had Tiago in his grasp.
"Ha, good effort but it looks like Daddy wins this one," Blu smirked.
"Oh Dad," Tiago smiled an evil grin once all of the cloud had cleared up from the air.
As it turned out they were both smacked in the middle of the goal post with Tiago holding the ball past the marker. There was no doubt about it, Tiago had beaten his young father in this game.
"USA, USA, USA!" Tiago cheered, then he spiked the ball and put up a victory dance "Aw yeah, Mr. T wins!"
"Great job son," Blu ruffled up his head feathers.
"I love football!" he picked up the pecan "You're the greatest Dad,"
'Dad', that stabbed him a mental thought. For some reason he was beginning to picture himself in Tiago's place, he could see the once little Tyler Blu Gunderson who lived in Minnesota. The little Blu was saying 'You're the greatest Dad! I wanna be just like you when I grow up! Go long!"
Blu immediately snapped back into reality once the ball knocked him out of his subconscious. "Ow," Blu rubbed his head.
"Dad?" Tiago complained "Get your head in the game,"
"Huh, oh uh good game Tiago," Blu put a feather up to imitate a thumbs up gesture "You did good,"
"Thanks to you I did," he toyed with the ball "Gosh you're a lot of fun you know that, I really love having fun with you. Thanks Dad,"
"Yeah, sure," Blu continued to rub his head, but this time to soothe out that mental image "I, uh *cough* I love you son,"
"I love you too Dad," Tiago smiled "Let's play some more,"
"S-sure, sounds like fun, but uh maybe you ought to let your sisters have a chance at football," he suggested.
"Oh, okay. But you'll play with us right?" Tiago balanced the ball on his beak.
"Sure," he coughed.
Tiago took this alone time to practice his throws to test out his wing strength. Blu flew away to wherever he could find solitude. Neither of them knew it but during the whole escapade they were being observed by the female of the family who enjoyed their game but who felt confused at the sudden change of pace that Blu drew on the second Tiago showed his admiration for his father. Something was bothering Blu, Jewel could tell, most likely it was still about his business with his lineage, whatever it was.
She followed Blu secretly. The girls greeted him but he didn't respond, they went out to play with their youngest sibling. Blu went to find himself a nice quiet spot, overlooking the huge habitat that would once be his to take care of, he perched himself glumly, resting his head on his wings he let out a long deep sigh. All he had was the wind going through each intricately settled feather that offered comfort but no console, but what could?
Jewel appeared from behind the tree that was positioned next to him, she looked at him with disdained eyes that felt a deep guilt. She wanted to help Blu, she wanted to make him feel better…but?
"Are you lonesome, tonight…?" she sang softly, her voice camouflaged itself with the wind "Do you miss me, tonight, are you sorry, we drifted apart?"
Blu didn't respond, he could hear her but he staged his ground looking bleak into dead space.
"Does your memory strain, to a brighter summer day, when I kissed you, and called you sweetheart? Do the chairs in your parlor, seem empty and bare, do you gaze at your doorstep, and picture me there? Is your heart filled with pain, shall I come back again? Tell me dear, are you lonesome, tonight?"
That's when Jewel revealed herself from her hidden place to approach her disturbed young husband, continuing to sing in the process.
"I wonder if, you're lonesome tonight, you know a man once said the world's a stage and each must play a part. Fate had me playing in love with you as my sweetheart, act one was where we met, you read your lines so cleverly and never missed a cue, then came act two, you seemed to change you acted strange, and why I've never known. Honey you lied when you said you loved me, and I had no cause to doubt you, but I'd rather go on hearing your lies, then to go on living without you. Now the stage is bare, and I'm standing there, with emptiness all around, and if you won't come back to me…then they can bring the curtain down…"
Jewel was standing dead close to Blu, her environment just struck him. She felt a gentle feather along his restless back, then continued with the final note.
"…Is your heart filled with pain, shall I come back again. Tell me dear, are you lonesome, tonight?"
Jewel felt her body all over Blu, so smoothly and warmly. It was enough to make Blu smile, which was more than enough for him, their faces meeting each other in a soft embrace. They never wanted to dare think of letting each other go, she rested his weary head on her buxom while Blu breathed that intoxicating scent of hers. This was truly home for Blu.
This moment had to be interrupted from the rustling of their children coming from back where they left them.
The mom and dad picked themselves up to quickly check on their kids.
They went into the direction of the rustling, coming from a large set of trees. Peering out from through the bushes they saw another adolescent macaw like Blu who was giving their daughters a hard time.
"Give it back!" Carla demanded.
He had taken their ball away from them that they were playing with Tiago. But he refused to give it back and found a harsh sense of amusement in this.
"You want it back," he teased them.
"Yes please," said Bia.
Instead of giving it to them he chunked it whole into his mouth without caring.
"Hey!" Blu butted in "You give them back their ball right now," he demanded.
"Buzz off!" he pushed Blu.
That's when Blu took a drastic measure and punched him in his stomach which released their ball back into Carla's wings, filled with saliva however.
"Eww," Carla complained.
"Thanks dad," Bia thanked him.
The crude macaw boy retaliated and charged Blu to the ground. Jewel separated her daughters away from the scuffle.
He had one foot tied around his neck, however the agile Blu shifted his lower body around his torso to knock him off his balance. Dust was kicked off everywhere. Kicking punching and all other forms of violence just kept on going until someone did something about it.
Three other macaws happened to appear out of nowhere to separate the punk from Blu while Jewel separated her husband from him. Once it was over Tiago happened to appear in the middle of the scene about as clueless as everyone else.
"Hey there's the ball," he picked up the pecan, then he took notice of the macaw who stirred up the trouble "Axle?"
"Axle?" Blu and Jewel both wondered.
"Tiago?" the elder male asked.
"Whoah whoah wait, you know these birds?" Jewel asked her son.
"Ricki!" Tiago flew into his wings "It's so great to see you guys again,"
Ricki ruffled up his feathers playfully. His family was more than ecstatic to see their favorite friend once again, Lolita gave a howl of excitement and began licking his face, this made Tiago giggle.
"What's going on here? Any body care to shed some light on the situation, Tiago,"
Ricki and his family quickly observed the young macaw who was speaking.
"Say, Tiago," said Ricki "You never told us you had a brother,"
"Brother?" Tiago looked at him funny "No, he's my dad,"
"He's your father?" Lola inspected.
"That's right," Jewel explained "And I'm his mother, and who might you all be?"
The family took a minute to process that, as eerie and weird it may have seemed they couldn't help but to laugh at themselves.
"Look," Jewel explained "I don't know who you all are and I don't need to tell you how to raise your son, but he has no right to treat our daughters the way he did,"
Ricki smacked Axle upside his head "The heck's wrong with you boy,"
"You know he and dad look so much alike," Bia noted.
"What're you talking about?" asked Lola.
"I mean look at them," she explained as she hovered over the two "Same eye color, similar build, the same beak structure,"
"Hey yeah," Ricki noted along with Lola.
They approached Blu. They inspected him with suspicious eyes, Ricki even pried his eyelid wide open to see his reflection in Blu's cornea. To Blu this was very uncomfortable as well as unclean.
"Say how old are you anyway boy?" Ricki wondered.
"Sixteen, why?" Blu wondered.
That answer hit the family like a ton of bricks, together they huddled in a family gathering. Lolita took a good look at him.
"You don't think?" Lola wondered curiously.
"Only one way to find out," Ricki stated.
Together the family approached Blu, Jewel and the kids backed up. There was a weird vibe going on and whatever it was Blu wasn't beginning to like it.
"What're you-"
His sentence was cut short once the wind was knocked out of him when Ricki delivered a hard blow clear into his stomach.
Blu doubled over in pain, trying to get the oxygen supply back into his lungs if possible.
"Oohff," he covered his stomach with his wings.
"What the heck is wrong with you?" Jewel pushed Ricki angrily "Who do you think you are?"
Blu wallowed on the ground trying to come out of his asphyxiated state, then groaned "I'm okay,"
"I'm that boy's father!" Ricki stated happily.
That ends this chapter, though I feel like maybe stopping it there. Should I go on…I'll let you reviewers decide.