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6:01 pm - Sat, May 5, 2012

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On Lotus Pond Part 4: Morning Frost

Sorry for the little delay so here it is.  The mixtape will probably be uploaded on the next chapter but for now, hope you don’t mind just reading my humble literary attempt.

Click for Parts Three, Two, One and the Prologue.

For fan fiction virgins, be warned that this is an intended slash fic. 

Again, the usual disclaimer: The following literary attempt is purely fictional.  The names of the main characters happen to have real life counterparts in the form of very very gorgeous people.  Any incident, character or anything that happened in the real life are purely coincidental.  While I am somewhat obliged to say that I don’t own these real people, I am just informing anyone not to copy this story and make a buck out of it.  Just read and try to enjoy if you please.

Daniel blinked his eyes once more as he stared back at his saviour. Partly to see if he was dreaming or he was really in a cozy bedroom away from the cold, frosty weather outside and also to see the handsome manly face whose dark eyes stare back at him.

“I thought I brought you in because the cold snap was about to start last night and you’ve got to nurse those bruises,” the tall man pointed out to him.

Daniel gingerly touched the painful swelling on his cheeks. He could now feel the ache but when he turned his sight to the window, he saw some bits of frost lining the window pane. At least, he was warm and the house seems to give him a sense of security.

That morning, Carlos came to the room with a tray of steaming hot porridge and a small loaf of bread.

Mama had a private nurse named Nerissa who comes everyday early in the morning to wash, feed and accompany her and leaves at around 9 o’clock in the evening once Carlos arrives.

Other than that, there are no au pairs because Carlos preferred doing some chores himself like making breakfast for his mother (and now this boy) although occasionally, he would hire a cleaner and a maid to tidy the house and do the laundry

But the main reason for this is that Carlos treasures his privacy more than anything else and not having any strangers living in the house would assure that it would keep them away from prying eyes and ears hungry for gossip.

“Here’s your breakfast,” Carlos said as he set the tray over Daniel’s lap.

“Th-thank you, sir,” Daniel replied softly as he stared down at the tray of food before him. For some strange reason, his attention caught sight of Carlos’ slender fingers. They looked elegant with those manicured fingernails, making it look feminine and possibly, gentle to touch…

“You need to eat a lot especially if you need to leave and make your way back to your family,” he heard Carlos spoke.

Daniel looked up and saw Carlos’ face more up close. For some reason, he felt a burning sensation on his face while locked in the stare with this older man. He quickly turned his attention back to the porridge before him.

Carlos sat down at the foot of the bed as he watched Daniel quietly eat the bowl of porridge and piece of bread he served for breakfast on a tray.

Daniel tried his best to keep his manners but Carlos could easily tell that the boy was obviously hungry for food for several days.

“You should be thankful when I found you lying on the street,” Carlos began, “at your age, you should be with your parents.”

“I don’t have any,” was the soft reply.

“What? How old are you?”

Carlos just watched intently as Daniel inanimately told his tale.

Daniel turned out to be a little near 17 although his slight frame made him look like a young boy. In between mouthfuls of soup and bread, he told about growing up and living in a very remote part of the countryside. After his parents’ early death, he was sent to live and work for his uncle in a farm but being such a small, sickly boy, he was treated more as a burden than a help.

Stupid boy, he thought with a smirk on his face, as Daniel said that he ran away to the city just to try his luck. Look what happened to you last night.

“Uh…” Carlos heard Daniel spoke. “Don’t you have any servants, sir?”

“No.”

“Well I could…”

“No, no!” Carlos interrupted, “I prefer in this kind of setup and I don’t need any full time servants here.”

Daniel fell quiet once more and went back to eating his food.

Carlos felt a bit guilty for what he said but he’s made up his mind. But first,

“You can stay here for awhile until your wounds are healed,”he began.

Daniel looked up at him again as he continued.

“I’ll try to see if there are some spare clothing for your size but I have to remind you that your stay here is temporary, understand?”

“Yes, sir.”

The he saw Daniel was staring at something behind him. Carlos turned around and saw the television. It was turned off and yet Daniel seemed to be looking at it as if it’s a mystery that needs to be solved.

He turned his eyes back to Daniel at the same time Daniel turned his eyes to him, eyes wide open with curiosity. Then pointed at the television.

“That?” Carlos’ thin lips broke into a tight smile. “That’s a television.”

“Ah, what?”

Carlos moved towards the television and turned it on.

Daniel broke into an excited laugh.

“Wow! A moving picture!”

Carlos tried his best not to laugh. It seemed that it’s the first time in years that someone managed to make him laugh.

“You’re really quite a peculiar one. What are you, an Amish boy?”

(To be continued)