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Fool's Gold	By : Zarafla_Kirtan-Pherrin Category: zMisplaced Stories [ADMIN use only] > Road to El Dorado, The Views: 1492 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own anything pertaining to The Road To El Dorado, nor do I profit from this. Enjoy this lovely fanfic! If not, crawl in a ditch for all I care! ;P

Chapter List
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-Fool's Gold
Paired Couple: MiguelXTulio (guest starring Chicha, Pacha, and Kuzco)/SLASH!/Lime
A/N: Miguel, Chel and Tulio do not belong to me, they belong to Dreamworks. The Emperor's New Groove and it's characters belong to Disney. Enjoy this crazy-a$$ ending! :D
"M-Miguel?"
"I'VE MISSED YOU SO MUCH! I WANTED TO SEE YOU SOONER, BUT THEY TOLD ME THAT YOU WERE STILL RECOVERING AND THAT I COULD SEE YOU WHEN YOU WERE AWAKE! SO I WAITED AND WAITED AND WAITED-"
Tulio untangled himself from the spazzy blond, momentarily and thankfully ending his euphoric shouting in his ear.
As soon as the two sat up on the pelts, Tulio looked into Miguel's sparkling green eyes, still unable to comprehend that he was alive and well, wearing a peculiar poncho the same shade as his golden hair, a dark chestnut skirt, and a set of single strap leather-soled sandals. Despite being dressed in the ridiculous garb, Tulio's only thought at that moment was how beautiful this blond Spaniard was.
The weight of anxiety fell from the raven-haired man's shoulders, leaving his heart fluttering with barely suppressed happiness and his stomach feeling as light as butterflies. Just staring into his beloved's face and knowing that the blond had come close to death made him appreciate how long he had known Miguel and letting him know of his feelings, before it could have all been too late.
However, the very thought of how close he had been to losing Miguel forever sent spears through his lungs, leaving him gasping. Tears, uninvited and without regard, rolled down his cheeks. The unconscious act became a trigger to barely suppressed sobbing.
He grabbed onto Miguel's collar and pressed his face hard against the fabric, shielding the tears as if embarrassed.
"What's wrong, Tuls?"
Tulio only pressed his face further into Miguel's poncho, unable to voice his relief, his fears, his happiness…
"Usted me puede decir nada…" He whispered into Tulio's ear, soft as a caressing sigh of wind. "…mi amor…"
The raven-haired Spaniard looked at him then, plucking up the courage to say what was necessary; to express everything that he felt, despite his mind warring against it. He normally wasn't one to divulge his emotions, seeing as he would consider himself weak to do so.
"I'm just so happy to see you safe, Miguel… I thought you were going to d-die… If you had… I would have never forgiven myself… I'm so sorry to have put you through all of that… I-If only I hadn't ignored you and p-pushed you away… I'm such an idiot; a jerk-"
Miguel put a finger to Tulio's lips, stopping the torrential flow of self-inflicted insults, lightly chuckling and gently smiling. He shook his head. "No, Tulio. It's not your fault. It would have happened no matter what. Tzekel-Khan would have gotten one of us and I'd have rather it be me than you getting poisoned. Besides, I should reprimand you for pushing yourself so hard; you were worse off than I was!" He teased.
"If I hadn't pushed myself, who knows what would have happened to you!" Tulio countered.
"I would have been okay. You only broke your fever an hour ago. And they still wouldn't let me in to see you!"
Tulio wiped his tears away, laughing as he imagined the picture of Miguel demanding to enter Chicha's hut to see him. It was so contradictory to the care-free, understanding blond that he knew so well that he considered it ridiculous.
"Oh, Miguel… Qué haría yo sin ti? Tú eres la única persona que nunca necesitamos en este mundo. Además, quién sería capaz de mantenerse al día con mí ygritar mi nombre cuando se corren, como se hace?"
Miguel opened his mouth to speak, only to have his voice to betray him and his face to flush a bright red. He closed his mouth quickly with a snap, unable to come up with anything to say.
"What did he say?" A familiar voice asked curiosly.
Chel stood in the doorway, flanked by an elderly man that carried a pouch that was overfilled with herbs that Tulio guessed was Doctor Almaris, and a large man that looked like he was in his mid-thirties, that wore a light green poncho, a dark brown skirt similar to Miguel's, identical sandals, and a weird knobby hat on his head.
Sheepishly, Miguel interjected Tulio before he could say anything. "Nothing! He said nothing!"
"Oh, we'll see who said 'nothing' later." Tulio grinned, turning Miguel's head by the chin between his forefinger and thumb and giving him a smoldering look. He turned his attention to the others. "How are you, Chel?"
"I'm okay, Tulio. Are you feeling better?"
"Yea, I'm feeling great! Thanks to Chicha here, I recovered quite well."
Chicha stood up from her seat among the pelts and went over to the big, burly man that stood over by the door and put her arms around him.
"Well, that's good to hear, stranger." The man replied with a surprisingly deep voice and a smile. "My wife could give Doctor Almaris here a run for his money." He clapped the doctor on the shoulder in amusement.
Almaris laughed, brandishing a toothless grin. "Probably! Your wife is a natural healer! If she weren't due to have your third child any day now, I would have liked to have her work with me! My old bones are getting tired and I know I won't be able to keep doing what I do." As if for proof, he pushed up his poncho to reveal his stick thin arms, liver spotted and shaking with the advanced years. His large eyes set far back in his skull reminded Tulio of a wizened owl. Complete with his hunched frame, mass of wrinkles, and his wispy white hair, it was anybody's guess of how old he was.
Miguel spoke up just then, introducing the burly man. "Tulio, you've already met Chicha I assume. This is her husband, Pacha. He's the one that's been showing us the city while you've been sleeping."
"And keeping Miguel out of trouble." Chel added.
"Oh Tulio! You should see the city! It's incredible! It's more than we imagined it would be!"
"The city… What city are we in?" Tulio asked.
Instead of answering, Miguel turned to Almaris. "Is it okay for him to come out and see the city, Doc?"
"He seems to be okay. I think it'll do him some good to get a bit of exercise." The old man replied.
Suddenly, Miguel grabbed a hold of Tulio's hand and dragged him out of the hut.
When Tulio stepped outside, he took in the sight before him and gaped with wonder.
Although all of the huts around them were made of the same woven rush sticks, every wall was lightly inlaid with quartz and turquoise pieces, making them glitter white and blue. The roads were golden bricks, outlined by large trees and statues of gold. Many of the statues depicted the same young man, over and over, with a variety of happy or serious expressions and poses, wearing a large, half disc crown on top of his long, geometrically straight hair, large, round earrings carved from turquoise weighing down his ears, and a sweeping robe that curled upward at the hem in the back, which looked like it dragged on the ground, and showed off his rail thin legs in the front and his feet in leather-soled sandals. In the distance, almost like an afterthought, stood three steppe pyramids, all inlaid with gold and turquoise, with a giant quartz gem sitting on top of each structure, glittering like giant replicas of diamonds.
This person that the statues depicted, however, looked even younger than Tulio and Miguel! This realization made Tulio raise an eyebrow in question. Who was this guy? Was he the chief of this city, like Tanabok was to El Dorado?
"I see you've discovered one of the many busts of our Emperor." Pacha said from his left.
This made Tulio look at him, bewildered. "Emperor? You mean, he's not just a chief?"
"Chief? No, he rules over a great expanse of land. He elects chiefs to neighboring, lesser cities and villages, and they in turn answer to him. His land extends all the way from El Dorado in the South, to Tenochtitlan in the North."
"What?! Wait, El Dorado is a lesser city?! What is this place?!"
"Welcome to Tollan, Tulio." Miguel responded, practically beaming.
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After Tulio briefly returned to the hut to put on fresh clothes-a bright red poncho with a deep brown skirt and single strap sandals-Tulio, Miguel, Chel, and Pacha wandered the busy streets of the great city while Pacha commentated the sights for Tulio. Chicha remained behind, due to her advanced pregnancy.
They eventually passed a group of youths that were playing with a ball, trying to knock it into a hoop set in one of the stone walls that was part of the perimeter walls of the city with only their knees and elbows. Tulio grinned over at Miguel, remembering a day they had played that same game in another city. Miguel smiled back, mirth dancing in his eyes.
Two of the children, a little boy and a slightly older girl, extricated themselves from the ball game and ran toward Pacha, calling out to him as they threw their arms around his legs. "Papa!"
"Hey kids!" He laughed. "Miguel, Tulio, Chel-this is my son, Tipo, and my daughter, Chaca. Tipo, Chaca-these are friends of me and your mom's: Miguel, Tulio, and Chel."
"Hi Mister Miguel!" Tipo smiled widely, reaching for Miguel. The blond laughed and picked Tipo up in one arm. "Hi Tipo! It's good to meet you!"
As Chaca complimented on Chel's clothing and hair, Tulio stood back and watched Miguel listening intently to Tipo's excited jabbering, amused at how his lover was being treated to a dose of his own medicine twice-over. But more than that, as he continued to watch, he saw how Miguel could make a great father to, perhaps, an adopted child of theirs…
…The very thought caught him off guard. He shook his head to clear his mind of the notion. There was always time to think about something like the future later.
The four of them left a bit later, Pacha having asked his children to return home to their mother.
"They're wonderful children, Pacha." Chel smiled. "You raised them well."
"Thank you, but I think you should leave that praise to Chicha. Without her, I hardly think I could have raised them half as well."
Just then, as they passed a large pool of water, a larger man than Pacha approached in a brisk jog, sweating slightly in the heat. His long, curly, black hair reached his expansive shoulders, crowned by a small golden cap and wearing blue and yellow body armor and a deep purple skirt. He stopped in front of them, catching his breath.
"I went to your house, Pacha, but your wife said you had left with the visitors some time ago." He said.
"I did. What's the problem, Kronk?" Pacha asked.
"Nothing's wrong. The Emperor, however, has summoned the visitors to his palace. He wishes to meet them."
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Tulio, Chel, Pacha, and Miguel stood at the foot of the raised dais, upon which sat a large golden throne. Kronk stood next to the elegant chair, hands clasped behind his back in a regal manner.
As they stood before the empty chair, Miguel and Tulio held hands, squeezing alternately in reassurance.
Suddenly, Kronk called out to no one in particular, in a loud, booming voice. "All hail the mighty and supreme Emperor of Tollan and the surrounding subsidiary cities, Emperor Kuzco!"
The tall, ornate doors to the far right of the throne burst open, revealing an exact replica of the man that was depicted around the city in carved golden statues, except that he was a living man, with lighter skin given the fact that he remained indoors most of the time. He had black hair and bright eyes that shined with calculated interest. He wore the same sweeping robes that he was seen wearing in the statues, curling at the hem and dragging along the ground behind him. They were made of a fine red silk embroidered with gold, and on his head rested a heavy looking headdress made of beaten gold. His earrings were turquoise discs hanging from his ears.
As the young man, Emperor Kuzco, was taking his seat, Tulio whispered to Miguel. "Miguel, I can't believe we made it!"
"I can't, either. But I'm glad we did! It's what you've always wanted; to be here! If we're lucky, we can probably get into the Emperor's favor and take some gold with us when we get a ship built to take us back to Spain."
Tulio shook his head, confusing the blond next to him. "You know what I've learned, mi amor? Gold can't even compare to having you in my life. All of it is just Fool's Gold in comparison to loving you. I say we should get a ship built and just head back to Spain. We could settle down, adopt a kid or two, and make our living off of your music and my paintings."
Astonished at the fact that Tulio suggested exactly what Miguel always dreamed of having with Tulio, he couldn't help but laugh at that last bit. "Your paintings? Tulio, you can't paint, as far as I know!"
"Well, I'm gonna have to learn someday, now won't I?" He kissed him briefly, whispering, "I love you."
"I love you, too, Tulio."
"Welcome to my city, visitors from another land!" Kuzco greeted, slouching against one arm of the throne. "I am Emperor Kuzco! Who might you be?"
End.
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