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4:52 pm - Wed, May 23, 2012

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On Lotus Pond Part 6: Piano in the Dark

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Part 6 of the Carlos D/ Daniel Kessler Slash Fan fic.  As this is my first attempt in writing a slash fic, this story is prone to grammatical errors and plot holes.

Mixtape for this chapter can be accessed here.

Click here for Parts Five, Four, Three, Two, One and the Prologue.

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.

Wednesday night and Carlos had just closed the door and locked it behind him. He was about to recount the things that happened at work when he stopped as he heard the piano at the parlor room.

It was playing something. Something familiar.

Chopin? Why yes indeed. He slowly walked upstairs.

He found Daniel playing the piano.

He wanted to get angry at Daniel for having the gall to lay his hands on his father’s piano.

But as much as he wanted to interrupt Daniel, he stopped himself.

One by one, the notes coming from the piano keys touched him like soft tendrils.

Carlos waited until Daniel was finished.

Daniel was playing out of memory. Perhaps a sad one.

There was no music sheet in front of him and his eyes are closed as his head sways from side to side as if in a trance .

As soon as the music died away, Carlos spoke:

“Where did you learn to play like that?”

Daniel opened his hazel eyes.

He quickly stood up and moved away with a frightened, guilty look on his face like a naughty child who got caught redhanded.

“I’m sorry,” he spoke meekly as he clasped his hands together.

“I never thought you could play the piano.”

“I used to play the church organ when I was a child,” Daniel answered timidly.

Carlos motioned him to sit down which Daniel obeyed while eyeing him apprehensively.

He sat down beside Daniel who inched a bit to make room for him.

Daniel watched as Carlos laid out his slender fingers across the ivory keys and began to play a few notes.

He started to play something out of memory, too. Our Love is Different by Billie Holiday.

Carlos momentarily turned his eyes to Daniel, who sat motionless looking back at him in awe, before turning his eyes again to the piano.

Daniel opened his mouth and is about to say something but clamped it shut once again.

“You know, when I was a kid, I used to play the piano myself.” Carlos spoke, not waiting for Daniel to speak up. “My mother said that I was quite good. But eventually, I got bored with it and turns out, my interest lies with fashion and clothing people.”

Daniel just nodded.

Nobody taught Carlos to play the piano because there wasn’t enough money to hire a tutor for him when he was young. He only learned by ear just by listening to the old records played on the phonogram and yet, it seemed natural whenever he would lay his hands on the piano keys.

It’s been quite some time since he touched the piano but when he does, he plays it only for Mama to help her remember his father.

Sometimes, whenever he listens to Billie Holiday’s records, he would imagine that it was his father playing the piano in the background.

Daniel watched in silence while Carlos plays the piano. Not to listen to the music that Carlos makes but to watch him at a closer range. His milky white skin, his dark hair, his thin unsmiling lips that occasionally break into a momentary smirk, and those dark eyes lost in concentration.

But he vowed to himself not to let Mr. Dengler know why he really chose to stay. He also could not admit to his host and saviour or even to himself that the real reason why he ran away is not just because of his wicked relatives. But for something he discovered during early puberty.

That he liked the intimate company of other boys over girls.

Surely, if this man finds out who he really is, Daniel would surely be asked to leave the house and he would have to live once more in the cold and hostile street.

He turned his attention back at Carlos’ face in time for Carlos to turn his face at him.

Daniel felt his heart pause when Carlos’ dark eyes stared back at him. At a very close range.

They momentarily stopped as they glance at each other.

Daniel felt a burning sensation spread on his cheeks, much pronounced than the last time he locked stares with Carlos, so he quickly glanced away.

“I will just go and check Mama,” he heard Carlos’ voice.

Daniel turned to see Carlos already standing by the door. Was his face flushed?

“Dinner will be served in about an hour,” Carlos spoke casually, “don’t make me call you again, understand?”

Daniel just nodded in response.

Then Carlos was gone.

(To be continued)