A Tale of Two Foxes (Book 1 , Part 1)
This is my first story here and im excited to see what you guys think. You may have noticed the allusion in the title and I must admit, This story will be much similar using many of the same plot contexts-- but keep your eye peeled for twists. There are some parts written in the language of mother Spain, but worry not, translations are provided in parenthesis. I am excited to get the ball rolling and here we go!
Disclaimer: Please don't read this if your not 18, dislike hot male-on-male action, dislike any homosexual Ideal, hate on my style of Dicken's-esque parody, or want to leave very angry messages. No seriously, please, don't. Kthnxsbai!
A Tale of Two Foxes
Book the First
Part 1: The Argument
It was the best of times, it was the worst of times; it was the age of intelligence, it was the age of stupidity; it was the period of trust, it was the period of deception; it was the summer of hope, it was the winter of despair; it was the time of joy, it was the time of depression; there was a president with a wide jaw and and a strong sense of social hope in The United States of America, there was a president with a narrow jaw and a strong sense of political hope in Mexico: in short, it was the season when the whole of the world seemed superfluously in motion against who they hated, and in turn, who they hated was set superfluously in motion against who hated them: The whole world was against the union of two, The union of two was against the whole world. Naturally, there was more than one union of two, the world was not always a lonely place; however, each union was unitedly lonely: segregated as one in a social concentration camp with the world just beyond the glass ceiling set around them. But, all stories should begin at the beginning: Here we start in Mexico.
The land was dry, arid, and not arable surrounding the hacienda. In the hacienda there were at least one hundred servants: Servants who labored the ground and imported soil that bore banana trees; Servants who cleaned and cooked for the family; Servants who labored after El Señor and worked his business; Servants who worked for La Señora; Servants who watched after the infant child; and one servant, who kept the El Joven (The young-adult), Eric, Company, and his name was Guillermo.
Eric walked outside to where his father was watching his servant clean the portico and the sparkling blue water of the swimming pool. "Padre, yo había pensado y me quiero ir a vivir en El Estados Unidos--(Dad, I've been thinking and I want to go to live in the United States)."
His father looked up, the face on him was that of disappointment: "¿Bien, no eres feliz aquí? ¿no haces que todo tú quieras? tú es solamente apenas un pequeño zorro, hijo, y no pienso que tú estás listo. Esa vida no estás para tú; es trabajo duro. ¡Recuerde qué familia tú eres! ¡tú eres un Ortiz! Estamos en tapa aquí. ¿Por qué usted querría irse? (Well, are you not happy here? Do you not have everything you want? You are only just a little fox, son, and I do not think you are ready. That life is not for you; it is hard work. Remember what family you are from! You are an Ortiz! We are on top here. Why would you want to leave?)"
"Bien, el padre, esta vida aristocrática no está para mí. No puedo ir más de largo en el sufrimiento de mis criados. ¡Son gente también! Hay los millares, centenares de millares, incluso millones de gente que ahora esté viviendo, sin el alimento. No puedo vivir con mi saber allí soy gente que muere de hambre, y vivo tan muy comfortablemente en su costo.(Well, father, this aristocratic life is not for me. I cannot go any longer at the suffering of my servants. They are people also! There are thousands, hundreds of thousands, even millions of people who are living now, without food. I cannot live with my knowing there are people starving, and I live so very comfortably at their expense.)" Eric responded.
El Señor looked at him, stunned at his humanity, stunned at his honesty, stunned at what he thought was his stupidity. "Hijo, si tú te vas, tú serás muerto a mí. Nunca quiero verle otra vez. Váyate si tú debes, pero nunca olvidar que tú pasado alcanzarás a tú un día. ¡Un día, siendo un Ortiz serás su vida! (Son, If you leave, you will be dead to me. I never want to see you again. Leave if you must, but never forget that your past will catch up to you one day. One day, being an Ortiz will be your life!)"
Eric was stunned by the thought of what his father said. He returned to his suite in the hacienda and began packing his things. He called Guillermo to his room. The room was full with things Eric loved: music, actors, clubs movie posters, but only one poster of a city, Nashville. Guillermo entered, wearing his small bathing suit the young fox found himself slightly aroused.
"Guillermo, I am leaving and never coming back." Eric said speaking in english.
Guillermo watched the young fox and noticed a tent in his jeans. "But Eric, why would you leave me?" Guillermo looked as if he was going to cry.
"Guillermo, It is not you I am leaving" The young fox got up from his bed, and as he stood it was very obvious he was aroused by the servant. "it is this lifestyle that I hate so very much, in fact It couldn't be you, because you are the one I didn't want to leave behind. But I must, you need to stay here with my family and keep them from harm if possible."
Guillermo nodded, and came close to the young Fox. Guillermo being a young dog, wrapped his paw around Eric and smiled. His blue eyes were round and wet as he leaned in for a kiss. "Eric I never had a chance to tell you that I really like you. I never got a chance to tell you what you mean to me..."
Eric Kissed him passionately, and then looked into the teary pups face, "Guillermo, te amo, pero, Me estoy yendo y le necesito permanecer aquí. Si usted me ama realmente usted hará como le he preguntado. Por favor, no caigo en amor conmigo, no puedo amarle de tan lejano...(I am leaving and I need you to stay here. If you really love me you will do as I have asked you. Please, do not fall in love with me, I cannot love you from so far away...)"
"I understand," Guillermo responded. "I will wait here for you and watch your family until all that are left are my bones." Guillermo was crying hard and he fell on his knees to the floor.
The Young fox knelt to the floor, "I love you, Guillermo, but now I need to leave." He kissed the pup and grabbed his bags. The door slammed and the noise vibrated through the sad Guillermo's mind, untilhe collapsed on the floor is despair, crying. Then He began to play the part of a lonely puppy, waiting for his master to return home.
Eric walked out of the haciendo and called a car to take him to the airport. he boarded a plane for Nashville, and went with the hope for a future.
Eric Had expected Labor, He found it, and he made the best of it. He had a small apartment on the south side of Nashville, and he fought off loneliness with a small picture of his family and a wallet-size of Guillermo, which he kept next to his green card.
Then there was a knock at the door: "FBI! Open up or we'll knock down the door! You are being arrested for Conspiracy against the United States of America!"---
Thanks for reading part one, if you like it and want me to keep writing, comment, leave me suggestions to make my further writing better! I hope you enjoyed it. and I hope the translations helped!
(too short? Its just an introduction, I'll write more next time!!!)