A/N: weee! Chap four! I'm so happy...

My Porcelain Doll

Chap. 4

"She cannot be my mama..." Enrique darkly told the porcelain doll as they both stared out of the big glass window one sunny Saturday.

She laughed; the butterfly markings sparkled under sunbeams.

"I guess the tutor does you some good...you've just had Genetics and Heredity yesterday didn't you?"

He smiled at her and returned to staring out the window. The porcelain doll sighed. She knew Enrique well, even before they met each other. But never once did she see a genuine happy smile on his face.

"Come away from the window. It's time I told you something." Enrique turned around to find the glittering doll on the bed. He nodded and sat beside her.

"What is it?"

Amethyst locked on sapphire, clearly telling him to hear her out. "She is not your mama..."

Enrique rolled his eyes. "Oh how I wish..."

"No!" a porcelain hand lay on his. "I have known your mama."

With this, he seemed to brighten. "My real mama? How?"

"I pray you understand." she said.

"I will..." he answered quietly.

"I was your mama's doll," she smiled. "Your mama...she was simply beautiful. A wealthy Venetian. Her family descended from a long line of artists tracing back to the late 1700's."

"The French Revolution..." Enrique said happily. "I like the French Revolution..."

"Your mama loved to paint." the doll continued. "Your papa met her when he traveled. He fell in love and both of them got married."

"Where do you come in?" the boy said bluntly.

She laughed. "Your papa told your mama that she needn't bring any necessities when she would move to this house. He will provide everything for her, and so she brought what was closest to her heart. Me."

"You talked to mama?" Enrique hoped.

"There is no need for words. We loved each other well."

"What about papa?" he asked. "Did he love you too?"

The doll glowed. "He was fond of both of us. I..."

Enrique was looking puzzled. "Where is my mama?"

Amethyst eyes dulled and the white doll bowed her head. "Your parents were ecstatic when they had you...Your father brought me to the hospital on the day of your mama's due date. I was seated by the window of the emergency room while your papa helped push...It...it was beautiful and sad at the same time."

Enrique turned away from the doll's beautiful face. He knew what was coming up next.

"She died at childbirth...didn't she?" He tried to face the beautiful doll but she got to him first, cupping her white hand to his hot cheek.

"Enrique..."

"What happened to papa?" he asked weakly.

"...First he hid me in your mama's room and locked all the doors leading to it. And then...he shut himself from the world and busied himself with work."

The boy stared at her, lost for words and waiting for more.

"He entrusted you to Gustav's care until your papa was able to find a suitable governess to properly handle you." she seemed uneasy dispatching the information.

Enrique was startled. "Papa remarried!"

"NO!" the doll smiled at his misunderstanding. "He didn't..."

"Then why should I have to call her my mama if she's just a paid governess?" he asked, the situation did not fit any logic lessons his tutor taught him.

"Don't hate your father for this Enrique...he didn't want you to know the truth...he figured it was best." the doll waited for the blonde boy's reaction.

"Well it's not..." he said weakly. "He doesn't come home very often. So he doesn't know what's happening!"

"Your father loves you very much, you know that." the doll looked at him pleadingly. "You look just like your mama..." she added softly.

Enrique stared at the doll hard before embracing her on the bed. "Thank you." he said.

A ting of the bell sounded in his room and the porcelain doll let go. "You'd better eat."

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"Enrique, I want you to wash up again after lunch." the governess snapped when the boy entered the dining hall.

"Is the young master satisfied with the meal?" Gustav routinely asked when he served Enrique's lunch.

"Yes thank you Gustav." he listlessly began eating.

"Enrique did you hear me?" the governess asked heatedly. The addressed started at her...or more like glared.

"Yes. . .Tita."

The boy touched a nerve, he knew. "Who..." she asked menacingly, her eyes narrowing dangerously. "Did not I remind you AGAIN AND AGAIN..." her voice had risen to a shout. "NOT TO CALL ME ANYTHING ELSE BUT YOUR MOTHER!"

There was a deafening screech. Enrique had stood up so violently that his chair toppled to the marble floor. "NO! I don't want to take ANYMORE of your abuse Tita! Treat me how you like but do NOT force me to call you mama! You aren't! YOU'RE NOT MY MOTHER! You have no right—"

And he was hit by such force that he was thrown off his feet. But before the governess got another chance to hit him for his impertinence, Gustav seized her wrist.

"ENOUGH! The boy is right." she wheeled around to face him but Gustav stood at full height, authority radiating off him. "I watch the security cameras Senyora...you beat him. I have not told the master, but if your behavior continues you WILL see the last of the this house!"

Enrique shakily stood up and glanced at the tutor, who was white-faced and stiff in his seat. "Gustav..." he said slowly.

"Come young master, to the kitchen." The butler let go of the governess's wrist with disgust. The young Italian nodded and hurried to the indicated room.

"I'll be watching you Senyora..." he heard Gustav warn his governess before shutting the door.

"I'm sorry Gustav!" Enrique burst out as they were in seclusion.

"No Master Giancarlo...I should be sorry..." the butler's resolve broke and he told he told the young boy everything he knew about his past.

TBC

A/N: do you guys understand it? sorry if you can't...I was watching Naruto while typing this...