Broken notes" (Xibalba and La Muerte)
This was an idea made from ladymadhatter ^_^. So I hoped you like it, I tried sending it to your ask box but it wouldn't let me so….here it is!
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Xibalba stood under the balcony of Maria and Manolo's home, he held a guitar awkwardly in his arms as he looked up, trying to see a glimpse of La Muerte, who refuse to talk to him at the moment after a heated argument. She took refuge with Maria, wanting to spend her evening with a married women who can understand her. He let out a groan on what possesed him to agree to do what he is about to do moments ago.
Once Manolo noticed the goddess in his home, he was soon in the presence of Xibalba, who was in desperate need of help.
"I tried everything with that women!" He exclaimed, he picked up his bottle of wine chugging it down. Manolo sat beside him on the cobblestones outside of his home, watching with a small scowl as the death God drank his expensive wine. "No matter how many times I apologize, she is still stubborn…."
Manolo scratched at his face, uncertain of the situation.
"Do you two always fight?" He asked sincerely. Xibalba shot him a glance and place the empty bottle down.
"It's one of the many 'gifts' of marriage." He replied, he let out a snort. "You'll understand when you are married long enough…"
"I don't understand why you need my help then." Manolo started. "I only been married to Maria for a few months now."
"Yes, but I'm desperate!" Xibalba cried, he motioned to the balcony. "She hasn't talked to me in days!…..I miss her." He said pitifully leaning his chin on his hand before muttering. "That insufferable women."
Manolo bit the inside of his cheek. He looked down at his guitar strumming at its string in thought. He and Maria never fights, they argue, but that is only when they are deciding what to eat. He tuned his guitar and strummed a few notes, all they ever do is read and sing together. His head shot up in realization.
"You should sing." He whispered. Xibalba turned to him lazily.
"What was that?"
And there he was. Standing under the balcony with Manolo's guitar while he stood on the side lines as a sign of support. Xibalba held a scowl. 'This is never going to work.' He thought bitterly. It was a stupid idea, he hardly knows how to play let alone sing! He looked back up at the balcony with a frown, but what does he have to lose? He hated seeing her upset and avoiding him. He strummed the guitar and cleared his throat.
La Muerte had her face buried in Maria's bed while Maria sat beside her as she listened to her on what happened with her and Xibalba.
"Ugh-he is such a cheater! That man!" La Muerte growled lifting her head off of the mattress, she punched at the covers as she turned to Maria. "He always think he can get away with everything! Why am I the only one who plays fair?!"
Maria sipped at her tea, nodding at her. "Well I'm not sure what I can help you with….had he apologized?"
"Of course!" She huffed as she crosses her arms. "Using the same apology over and over again-insufferable man….just once I would like him to do something different, maybe then I would accept his apology." She sighed and turned to Maria.
"Do you and Manolo fight?"
Maria shrugged. "Not really, we are almost the same…maybe that is why we get along."
"Just give it time." La Muerte said slowly, circling her finger on the sheets.
"Would you like to have some tea?" Maria asked softly. "It will help calm you…"
"Yes, thank you my dear." She replied, Maria poured her a small cup of tea in fine porceline before placing it in her hand. One wiff and La Muerte sighed contently. "It smells lovely…"
"Chamomile…" Maria answered. "I had some in Spain, it always made me feel relax."
La Muerte took a small sip and sighed again, immeditatly from the taste she felt all of her anger lessen towards her husband but yet just the mere thought of him made her blood boil, she took anouther sip. Her head shot up hearing the notes of a guitar, Maris turned toward her balcony as she heard the familiar tune of a song, poorly being strummed. She cringed hearing a sharp sour note as she opened the door to her balcony. Her mouth opened into a small O and slowly went back inside, cringing again hearing anouther sour note.
"What in the realms is that horrid noise?" La Muerte asked covering her ears as she goes to the window. She looked down the balcony seeing her good for nothing husband holding Manolo's guitar. The moment she saw him her brows furrowed together angerily wondering what he was doing. Xibalba shrunk by her gaze but continue to pull against the strings much to Manolo cringing each time knowing that if Xibalba pulls or plays too hard the wires might snap. Xibalba gulped, took a breath and with his eyes locked onto his wife, he sang. Horribly.
"I love you too much
to leave without you loving me back
I love you too much
heaven's my witness and this is a fact"
La Muerte immediatly cringes from her husband tone-deaf voice along with Maria and Manolo who desperately covered their ears, his voice was not made for singing as it sounded like torture as he went to high notes to low notes and making up notes as he sand the lyrics. His guitar playing didit help as he hit a sour note ever few good notes he makes. La Muerte looked at her husband as he continued painfully.
"'I know I belong
when I sing this song
There's lovable flow and it's ours
'cause I love you too much!"
La Muerte writhed against his poor voice, while he remaines oblivious, only focusing on trying to finish the song. Maria buried her head under a pillow muffling the noise while Manolo clutched over his ears trying to block off most of the noise. He was tempted to wretch his guitar out of the god's un-gifted hands.
'I live for your touch
I whisper your name night after night
I love you too much
There's only one feeling and I know its right
I know I belong
when I sing this song
There's lovable flow and it's ours
'cause I love you too much"
La Muerte had enough, without thinking twice she picked up a small flower pot and threw it.
Heaven knows your name and I've been praying
to have you come here by my side
Without you-! Gah!
Xibalba stumbled back having a piece of pottery thrown at him, hitting him right on the forehead. La Muerte gasped in horror finding that she had struck him harshly disappearing in a whirlwind of Marigold. She appeared in front of him as he rubbed his injured skull.
"Oh I am so sorry! But You were butchering the song!" She said suddenly. "What on earth were you doing Xibalba?" He rubbed his forehead as he looked at her.
"I-I thought the song expressed more of my feelings towards you, mi amor…" He admitted, blushing slightly. Her eyes widen at him. He was usually so very prideful about his image, an act of singing must have been a feat for him to suddenly do. Her eyes soften and gently place a hand on his cheekbone. His eyes shot at her in suprise from the sudden affection adding more to the suprise was seeing her smile gently at him.
"it was sweet, Balby…" She whispered, placing a hand on his shoulder. "But please don't ever sing again…..and Thank you. I accept your apology." She said moving away from him as she walked away going down the middle of the road. He whipped around dropping the guitar in the process making Manolo eyes widen fearfully as he cradled it in his arms.
"Do you really?" He asked excitedly, following her like a dog to its master as he trailed behind her.
"Of course….for now at least."
"Does that mean?…." He smiled. She nodded making him let out a toothy grin.
"You may spend time with me in my castle now and I happened to be free." She winked, swaying her hips to the right before disappearing into marigolds with Xibalba right behind her.
For ladymadhatter ^_^ this was all her idea. I hope you all like it!
I do not own the song. Or the movie.