Manolo x Reader

Chapter 4

....15 years later....

You were now 22 years old, making your way off the train that took you from San Angel when you were just 7 years old.

It was different, San Angel changed a little, there weren't many people out in the streets like normaly, no kids out playing, no nuns walking the streets, not even the smell of delicious Chiros and Tacos being made from the shops and little shacks

Chewy, your pig looked around and oinked, clearly seeing no one out to greet there arrival.

"Did they forget?" You think.

You didn't think they would, clearly an event was occurring. But where was it being held? You noticed a flyer posted near the Taco shack. You and Chewy went over to it and you smiled.

"Come on, Chewy." I say walking toward the Arena.

Chewy grunts in reply, walking by your side. You made it to the arena and got silence as you walked in your red, white, and yellow dress. You got whispers and complements as you made your way to the podium that held your father and Joaquin.

You heard a lot about Joaquin, about him being the best hero around, fighting off bandits and stopping roberys all around Mexico. Apparently he was visiting to see you and the bull fight in the Arena.

"Senorita, Posada." Joaquin greeted as you sat down, your fan in hand.

"Hola Joaquin." You say in a Spanish accent.

Joaquin just stared at you with wide eyes, his mouth slightly open. You laughed under your breath at his reaction.

"It's very nice to see you!" You whisper to him.

You see Manolo and he has a red blanket in his hand. You place your fan near your face so he could only see your big brown eyes. Manolo bowed and looked you in the eyes.

"I dedicate this fight today for Y/N Posada. Welcome home Senorita." Manolo greets, but he gets distracted from the bull.

You watched intently as he dodges the bull. The bull hit the fence and the people in the stands cheered impressed by the dodge. The bull turned and charged at Manolo as he used the red cape to direct the bulls horns to the ground.

The bull hit the fence and everyone in the stands yelled "O'LE!" You smiled a little. Manolo brushed the smoke away to reveal your name carved in the dirt.

You laughed and slowly started to move the fan from your face as the bull fight continued. The bull came back for another round as roses were thrown to him.

"Manolo!" You lightly yelled, trying to warn him of the incoming bull.

Manolo twirled in time for him to dodge the attack. Manolo then slide across the dirt, everyone in the stands going wild. An old man's dentures came out, but he seemed not to care.

As Manolo came to a stop he grabbed a rose in his mouth and held it up to you as if giving it to you threw the air. Your face lit up with happiness as you watched Manolo drop the flower and go over to his father.

Manolo grabbed the sword from his father's hands and your smile slowly turned to a frown as you watched Manolo aim at the bull. The bull growling as it dug it's good in the dirt.

Manolo pointed the sword toward the bull, you placed your fan down and looked at the horrible scene in front of you. Manolo glanced at the sword, his face dropped as he saw your reflection shinning in the sword.

"No." Manolo whispered as he swiped the sword, sticking in the ground, hanging his head.

"Killing the bull. Is WRONG!" Manolo screamed as he held his ground , staring at the people in the stands.

The bull charged and Manolo moved out the way, placing the red blanket on the tip of the horns. The bull rammed it's head in the fence, the people in the stands screamed from the force.

You got up and clapped, smiling. But then people in the stands didn't agree. They started yelling and booing at Manolo, some throwing food or objects trying to hit him in the head.

You saw his father scoffing in shock and disappointment as he got out of the stands and coming over to his son in anger.

"BRAVO!" You yelled over the crowds shouts and negative comments.

"Please! We don't have to kill the bull!" Manolo insisted, but no matter what he said the crowd still yelled at him for being soft and weak.

"No, Manolo...." You said as you were dragged off by your father and Joaquin.

"Some welcome home." You thought bitterly as you went to your home in silence.