Blind
Chapter 4: White Candle Lights
The frosty cool mist you see in the window every morning. The desire to stay in bed, under those warm comfy sheets your mother pack on top of you the night before as if they were newspaper stack away in the corner. Those first few steps you take on the hard cold tiles which surprises your soft venerable expose feet and makes you not even want to leave that cozy bed. Dress into layers all the way from head to toe in order to not freeze out there. Those itchy turtle necks I hate so much but end up wearing, a casual cool grey jacket, a huge black coat, jeans you would wear any time of the year, that soft green scarf and the steeled toed boots. All of those clothes protect my body against Mother Nature has to offer in December. As you exit out the ridiculously over decorated with reds, silvers and greens along with that pumpkin pie sent coming from the kitchen in the building you call home you accouter a more colorful settings than you could imagine in a winter wonder land. Those annoying carols you hear in the radio 24/7, that fat ass white guy laughing his ass off while smothering himself with cookies having children ages from 3 to 10 sitting on his lap asking what they want for Christmas. The merry people shopping and buying things on sale for their love ones while going broke. Children laughing joyfully playing around in the snow and as you head home you will smell a roasted home cooked turkey sitting on top of the dinner table along with other delicious food. Who surrounds you is family who were there for you since you were born waiting to get their filthy hands onto the feast and eat their heart desires. After the meal you sit in front of the warm fire right next to the huge tree which is overfilled its space by presents spending time with your family. Oh how I miss that feeling. That atmosphere which I thought I hate so much in the end I miss every bit of it. What would I give in order to come back to that life I used to have. Instead of being at home eating surgery cookies until I get a tummy ache I am standing here under the hot blazing sun helping Miyagi fix that fucking electricity box. It has been the second time that the lights went out. The reason, well it is stupid Miyagi's idea of "Christmas flash lights". He and I went out this morning to find a tree to cut down since I think "coat hangers" is a stupid fucking idea to use as a Christmas tree. None of the tree's had much of leaves on it which surprise Miyagi strangely.
"A bit weird these trees aren't overgrowing with greens right now."
"I'm not surprise; I haven't seen a drop of rain since I got here."
"Well it is raining season here. I suppose we are having a small drought. Oh well, this will have to do." Miyagi shrugs and took out the saw. It took us a while to chop down the tree but once we cut it Miyagi throws it in the back of the truck and we head back to the house. Once we got there he sets up the tree while I look around the house to find anything to use as decoration. All I could find that seems to use for decoration were utensils, empty cans, and glass bottles from the kitchen. Miyagi connects all the flashlights somehow into one cord and when he plugs it into the socket the flashlights backfire and gave us a mini firework explosion almost setting the tree on fire. At the same time the power went out.
Here we are now at two in the afternoon out in the intense blazing sun shining down on my bare back as I walk on top of the scorching roof barefooted trying to get the solar panels to run again. I abandon my shirt and shoes after 30 minutes of working outside. Miyagi told me I'm an idiot to take out my shoes but I just ignore him. He as well took off his shirt at the start as if he knew we were going to be up here for a long time.
"Miyagi, this panel looks like if it was burned out."
I show him the panel while he examines it. Sweat pours down from all over my body. My hair feels so sticky and gross. I look at Miyagi and he looks like those guys coming out from a magazine. The drops of sweat coming down the tips of his jet black hair sparkles in the direct sunlight. The droplets splash down onto his face as if they were cool rain drops. His rough tan skin and those really tight abs. The moist makes his skin shines. Just the sight of him, he defiantly looks like a model for some cologne. I bet he looks really sexy when he was younger.
"…really sexy…"
Miyagi looks up at me with his dark sapphire eyes in surprise. I was confused until I realize I accidentally blurted out on what I was thinking.
" Excuse me?" He asks puzzled but I know damn right he heard what I said.
"Nothing!" I said immediately but I can feel my face heating up.
Those types of things I was thinking is not something a normal teenage boy would think but I already knew I was gay from the start. I have never found anything attractive in a woman. I do think they are pretty but I just never found them sexually attractive. To be in truth I do not deny my sexual identity to myself but at the same time I do not go blurting out that I am horny homosexual teenager. Oh I can only imagine what my father would do to me if he ever finds out.
Miyagi finally got the power back on after a long afternoon outside. We enter the house exhausted and I flop down the sofa while Miyagi got himself a glass of water. He offers me a drink and I just nodded silently. He sat next to me giving me the glass of earthy water. I drank it down as if it was my last drink. I am starting to get used to this dinging water. It doesn't taste that bad as it used to. Miyagi stares at me intensely as if I was an artwork hanging at a museum.
"What is it? Is there something on my face?" I ask while placing the drink down on the coffee table.
He stays quiet for a while but he finally finds his voice and speaks to me in such gently manner.
"No, but I can't help but noticing how bony and skinny you are at the beginning. Now they are starting to form something."
"I am only 15; you can't expect me to be all buff and macho like you are at this age."
"Please do no enlighten me with those comments. Especially after calling me sexy earlier."
"Eh, you heard!" I shout
"I may be 32, but that isn't old enough for me to go deaf." He responds
My face begins to redden from his remarks to my comments.
"You're still somewhat young…" I mutter
"Young? I suppose so but compare to you I could be your father."
"Craving for underage boys I see."
He chuckles at my statement
"You do know I am straight."
I widen my eyes in complete surprise.
"What, no way in hell you are straight!"
"I am. I have dated my fair share of women, including your sister."
This is new information to me.
"My sister? What happen?"
"She's a bitch."
I nodded totally understanding on where he is coming from.
"Yeah, try living with her every day." I said in an amusing tone which gets Miyagi even more playful
"That must be a pain in the ass then."
"So when you brought me here it wasn't due to lust."
"Nope, you wanted to come here."
"That cannot be the sole reason." I respond a bit more seriously
"Can you keep a secret…" He ask playfully
"Yes"
He took a deep breath and sighs
"I was a brat just like you when I was your age. When I met you I saw myself. A rebellious buffoon ready to get out and explore. I hated my family. My father is an addictive smoker and alcoholic while my mother was one of those depress crazy house wives."
"Siblings?"
"Didn't have any, well I was but…birth complications. My sister didn't get to live in this world."
I stay silent acknowledging the death of sister.
"What got you out here?"
"My father. He loves the life out here. Solitude and no one can tell you what to do. I come here every summer with him until he passed away."
"What happen?"
He laughed as he looks at the ceiling.
"The idiot got a heart attack. When he woke up he didn't remember shit. His health decreased and soon he just passed away in his sleep."
I look at him in sympathy. We stayed quiet until Miyagi got up and went to the bathroom to take a bath. I waited for him to get out so I can go and wash off today's work. When I finally got into the bathroom I saw myself in the mirror. I notice my physical changes starting to happen. My stomach isn't that flat and squishy anymore. My shoulders are starting to broaden more and my skin isn't as milky white as before. I do not look like a little boy as I did before. I seem to begin looking more of an adult man right now. Slow growth but it is getting there. I shed off my cloths and enter the bath tub. There I relax and soak in the steam as I think about what Miyagi said today.
…~…
Today it is Christmas Eve and Miyagi blasted out old records of hit songs from the 80's. There were not Christmas music which I am glad but I feel so ancient hearing his old albums. He is cooking breakfast for me while I got dressed. I look in the fridge and ask if we ran out of juice.
"Uh, I am pretty sure we have some in stock. But it is in the attic. I'll get it later."
I shrugged and just grab hot tea to drink for the morning with my breakfast. Miyagi took out the medicine aid box and check my feet. He applies medicine while I ate some sausages.
"They look almost healed. Just scars are what will be remaining."
"That's good. Hey, so what do you plan to do on this Christmas Eve day?"
"Well, we are out of cabbages, carrots, corn… ah we have potato."
I am starting to grow concern about the food supply.
"Miyagi…we do have enough food right?"
He smiles and rubs my hair
"No worries, we have more than enough food."
Doesn't sound like it to me.
"Anyways I will take care of today's dinner. So I was planning to go out and explore a little bit. We can go to the lake today."
"A lake?"
"Well, we will see if it isn't dried up."
I pack lunch for today which just consist of pure snacks along with a lot of water. Miyagi gave me the keys expecting me to drive. I enter the truck with a bit of fear of crashing somewhere.
"I'll give you a driving lesson. How does that sound."
"Okay…"
I turn on the engine and hear the uplift roars from the motor. He shows me how to use shift stick on which way is to drive and which way is to park.
"Er, I am scared I might mess up."
"No worries, I keep an eye on it and if you do mess up I can easily correct it."
With this we spent all afternoon driving and finding the lake which turns out to be dry.
"Ah darn, the lake looks so astonishing. Pity you cannot see it."
"It is fine, it's getting late, and we should head back."
I drove us back while Miyagi points the way to go. He seems to know this land so very well. I wonder how he does it. Maybe it is due to a certain landscape. I wonder if he has ever gotten lost out here?
…~…
At home at last after driving all day. Miyagi starts cooking while I head to take a bath. Once I got out I see Miyagi setting up the table while wearing a dark purple collar button dress shirt and black slacks. Something I have not seen him wear in such a long time.
"Hey, why did you dress up? I don't have any formal wear on me right now." I said while rubbing my hair dry with the lavender towel.
"Sure you do, it is in your room on top of your bed."
I went into my room and sure enough I did. It was my attire I use for casual parties. How the hell did he get this? After pondering for a bit I end up getting dress in those clothes he set out for me on my bed. I got out and saw the sun setting. I couldn't help but notice how beautiful it looks out there. That is one of the few everyday experiences I completely ignore back in my city life. Makes me realize how much I am missing out in the true natures of life. I sat in front of Miyagi who pop open a wine bottle and pour me and himself a glass. We did a toast. I look at the liquid strangely and stare at Miyagi wondering if I am supposed to drink this.
"Go ahead, drink." Miyagi offers
"Um, I'm underage…" I look at the red wine curiously wondering how it tastes like.
"So, it is not like I am giving you beer or cigarettes. Besides, I heard wine is healthy"
I shrug and took a sip of it. I stick out my tongue in disgust.
"It takes bitter"
Miyagi chuckled and took a sip of his wine.
"Well you will like it when you get older."
"What makes you say that?"
"Your tongue changes every 7 years. As you age so does your tongue."
The wine taste like crap but I still drank it. We ate our dinner sharing a few pointless stories about our lives. It was barely in the middle of dinner when all of the sudden the lights when out.
"Shit, not again" Miyagi curse
He went outside and fiddles with the power box while I pour myself another glass of wine. I am starting to get used to this strange bitter taste. He comes back in and grabs a bunch of white candles out of the drawer in the kitchen. I help set the candles around the room and light them. The small glowing hue of each candle makes me have this warm fuzzy feeling inside me. Miyagi opens the yellow curtains exposing the glass slide door and sat on the floor at the living room area with the wine bottle and his glass. I sat next to him and watch the stars form in the night sky.
"Candle lit Christmas dinner, how romantic." I said to break the silence in which in return Miyagi just laughs. I drank the rest of the wine and ask for more.
"Looks like you're getting the hang of it." He comments while pouring more in my glass.
I look at him with haze in my eyes as I sip my drink. I lean towards him and I felt my lips touch against his.
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Note: Well, I originally wrote a lot more for this chapter but I decided to cut it short for certain reasons. Heads up that I may have to change story rated into M later on. It is so hot where I live and I do not even live in the southern hemisphere! 90- 80 degrees is not really my ideal of a winter weather. Hope you all have a splendid winter/summer holidays where ever you live. C: