My Blessing to Your Heart

Confession

( Miguels POV )

I was with my great-great- grandfather Hector, we were at the land of the dead performing the last song for the crowd of people that surrounded us at the transportation center. I sat on top of a barrel strumming every note of the song onto the guitar as I sang along with the dancing skeleton besides me, his voice harmonizing with mine.

The crowd cheered more and more with pride and they all clapped together with the rhythm of our music. I hop off of the barrel, moving my feet with the beat with Hector, our eyes meeting each other and our smiles mirroring each other. We finished off with the best gritos we can let out.

Well, besides the fact that I still needed practice on mine, The older man had such a voice that could never give up on him, especially for a dead guy like him. It warmed my heart very much to be related to such a talented man, such a goofy guy, and a skeleton with no heart, but he always seemed to act like he still had one with that warming sweet personality of his.

Mama Coco waddled her way over to us, looking up at Hector after we stopped our central performance and the crowd of people that left back to do their own buisines," Papa! Papa!" She chirped with her soft sweet old lady voice, her eyes resting open at least half way and a warm touching smile," Yes, Coco?" Hector looked down at his beloved daughter, swooping his hat off his head and fixing his raven black hair," Papa! The family's getting ready to meet the others at the land of the living." She said softly and sort of inaudibly," Ah! Alright. ! Venga! chamaco. Let us go get ready so we can leave to meet the others." He looked over at me and then looked away as he headed back to the house. I nod and wrapped the strap of the guitar around my upper body, pushing the guitar to my back as I scurry over to follow him.

( Timeskip because yeah)

I was wiping the make up off my face, having bit trouble in the restroom while waiting for hector to finish changing in the room," Papa Hector? Do you mind helping me take this make up off? Ugh, I knew I shouldn't have tried to put it on myself." I groan and rub the rag harder against my face. I look up at the mirror to see Hector dressed up in a nice suit," ?Qué paso, miguel? " He asked.

I look up at him and immediately slapped the rag to his face playfully," Wipe this off of my face, por favor?" I grin at him and giggle, watching him grab the rag away rom his face," Aye, Alright alright. Next time, don't put too much, or else ill let you go back to your family looking like a skeleton." He joked and lifts me up to place me at the counter of the sink," Okay, papa." I laugh.

Hector scrubs the makeup off my face, rinsing the rag with water every time it dried up. ( i just remembered they dont have restrooms in the land of the dead......... pfft-- o h w e l l! AU where everything is the same, but they have restrooms now :D)

I look at Papa Hector and watched him do his own thing carefully. I felt my stomach turn a little and my heart aching. Surprised, that I felt this feeling for the first time around my great-great-grandfather, but I would not expect it to feel like I had different feelings for him that changed to something else.

When he finished taking the makeup off, We look at each other with smiles," Alright, chiquito. Go get ready, we'll be leaving very soon." He left the bathroom and I nod," Okay, ill meet you out their in a bit." I said to him before he exits the room. I blink and looked back at my reflection in the mirror. While contemplating and rubbing my fingers gently over my soft cheeks, I suddenly imagined.. ' What would it be like...If...If I wasn't his grandson?...What if....We were more?...'

End.

( Okay so that was the end of chapter two, yes there will be more to those weirdos who found this quite interesting. xD But yeah, be patient. If you find this very odd seeing something like this coming to your feed, in my account. Honey, do not take it too personal, alright chamaco? Thank you! ;P)