A/N: weeee! I'm so happy and proud of this story! Thanks y'all for reviewing! If you guys have any questions you could review it to me! Oliver's coming at chapter eleven, I think I told you guys that last time...oh yeah, BTW, those who reviewed that they thought Enri'd be getting a new doll blew me off the floor. Haha! And now for the end of the long wait...
My Porcelain Doll
Chapter Ten
Enrique was ecstatic. He bounced up and down like a toddler, obviously very happy about the gift he got.
"Papa made me a beyblade! Papa made me a beyblade!" he sang.
What the doll felt was the complete opposite. She sat on the bed, stunned and staring transfixed at the box. It was only till the blonde bounced in her face that she came to. Her beautiful face was lined with disappointment.
"Do you think we can try it now?" he asked.
"N-now? But it's evening already—" she stammered...but Enrique wasn't listening.
"It's beautiful..." he whispered breathlessly, taking hold of the orange box and tilting it to the side so that the pieces were splashed with light.
"Enri NO!" the doll blurted out suddenly making the boy jump and almost drop the box.
"What!" he asked.
The porcelain doll stopped and checked herself. She was acting irrationally. Enrique's bound to notice her apparent dislike of the object he loved so much. But she simply can't bring herself to enjoy the beyblade as much as Enri did.
"What?" Enrique asked again, less panicky.
She forced herself to smile. "...it's nothing..."
He stared at her long and hard, then sighed and put down the box. "Honestly, you've been acting strange recently. Is something wrong?"
The doll retreated into herself. "Don't bother yourself, love. This is my problem, not yours..." she looked up at him, who huffed in satisfaction.
"Well we always tell each other our problems..." he reasoned. "I'll listen when you feel like telling them to me, okay? No secrets...remember that."
She stared at the bedsheet and nodded, then looked up again to find the Italian examining his shiny new beyblade. Her torments have just begun...
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Enrique's bedroom was oddly hot the following morning. Sunlight streaming through drawn curtains oddly multiplied the dust a hundred times.
The porcelain doll sat up and rubbed the sleep from her bejeweled eyes. She looked around to find the small sanctuary devoid of air conditioning and virtually empty.
She jumped off and searched the side of the beds, making sure Enrique had not fallen off again. Then she peeked out the door, mildly wondering why on earth would her boyfriend be up this early.
Then she heard voices downstairs.
"So our Master Enrique has opened his papa's gift, I see..." Gustav was saying.
"Please! Oh may I try it outside?" came Enrique's plea.
The doll heard the butler laugh. "All right, signor. But before that let me show you another present, made by yours truly and the servants of this household."
"Really?" Enrique asked, not being accustomed to receiving this much gifts before, lest receiving any at all...
"Come with me outside hijo..." said the butler and the pair walked out the oak doors.
Through Enrique's favorite window, the doll saw the two head for the direction of the courtyard. She quickly retreated back into the room and hurriedly dashed through a small concealed door leading to an unused ballroom with a nice big view of the yard. She followed them as the butler led the boy to a large bit of greenery and pressed a button on the small remote that he held.
Amethyst eyes widened as the grass gave way to a big red dish. From where she was, she saw Enrique jump up and give Gustav a hug. And to add to her great surprise, the butler too pulled out his own beyblade and battled with the young blonde. The servants came out to watch.
That afternoon, Enrique came into the room. The porcelain doll was staring wistfully out the window and turned her pretty head to acknowledge him. She almost fell off the ledge.
"YAAGH!"
Enrique turned look at her. 'What?"
She stood up shaking and Enrique raised an eyebrow.
"Enri?" she asked. "Wh-wha..." words failed her, the big yellow hydra engulfing her boyfriend proved too much of a shock to make her comprehensive.
"Well if you ever have anything sensible to say, say it later..." he said and grabbed his orange box, then rapidly left the room.
Well if that didn't come as a bigger shock for the doll I don't know what will. She was appalled at his coldness and was plunged in a deep depression.
Days flew by so fast the doll was hardly able to keep track of time, much less what was happening around her. She never left her and Enri's room. Most days she stayed by the window, contemplating sunlight. Enrique came in from time to time, they never exchanged a word or look. Soon even these short visits dwindled; the boy didn't even sleep in his own room anymore. The doll didn't know what was happening either, what she only heard were shouts and cheers from the TV room.
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Enrique came in his bedroom late one Sunday night. The porcelain doll was yet again sitting of the ledge of their favorite window. A breeze was playing with her shiny green hair.
"Porcelain doll?"
She looked up, surprised. Her jeweled eyes were dull lavender. "Something wrong?" It seemed like there always was something wrong.
Enrique shook his head, looking oddly uneasy. "I'll be going away for a while..."
That shook her out of her misery...or probably added to it. "What! Why!"
The boy looked hurt at the outburst. The doll steeled herself.
"Is there something I should know?" she asked softly.
"Well since you don't know, I'm the representative of Rome in the regionals...so I'll be staying in Milan for the competition." he said quite hotly.
"But you've never been out of the house!" she protested, straightening her sitting position.
"I have, thank you very much!" Enrique replied loudly, grabbing a large backpack and suitcase from under the bed.
"You didn't tell me..." she said weakly softly, her frustration slowly rising.
"ME!" the blonde shouted. "It's you who doesn't speak to me! I don't know what your problem is!" he started shoving random items and clothing in his bags.
"How could you say that?" the doll retorted, fury in full. "Every single day, you're out beyblading! That's all you do!" she got off the ledge and faced him. "I've always wanted to talk to you Enri..." she began, shaking. "But not so much as a hello, a smile from you! Nothing that would reassure me that I still exist in your life!"
"Tell me will you! What's wrong with me beyblading all day? It's the first time I actually enjoyed being a kid in my entire life. I'm HAPPY!" he yelled.
"Just tell me if you still love me!" asked the doll. "And not that stupid thing!"
"So that's it!" The young Italian threw his bag down and glared at her. "Ever since I got Amphilyon you've been bitter about it...you're jealous and selfish!"
Oh so he DID notice. "How can I not be?" the doll asked, yelling back. "You spend every waking minute with that thing! You don't even sleep here anymore! It's always beyblade, beyblade and beyblade!"
Enrique slung the backpack over his shoulder and yanked open the door with much force that it ricocheted off the wall.
"You are so shallow, I thought you'd think deeper than that." He said darkly. "You don't like me happy do you? So that you'd have someone to comfort all the time...I can't believe you..." and with that, he walked out and slammed the door behind him.
The porcelain doll slowly sank into the bed, crystaline tears were streaming down her face. Enrique was right. She screwed up. She screwed up big, really big.
"ENRIQUE!" she yelled and shot out of bed, bursting through the door, hoping to find him there and apologize.
But he was gone...
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Enrique did not come back for a very. long. time. The estate was as happy as the little bedroom was sad, so to say the least. But then it sounds like an understatement. The young Roman's abilities (as well as his name) became more known throughout the public and the blonde slowly made his way to the top with exceptional skill.
Of course, every single battle was so enthusiastically watched and cheered on by Gustav, the servants and other helpers.
The young boy toured Italy...and did not return till after his tenth birthday. Or in other words, till he was number one...the best.
--
The little bedroom had collected dust over the many months it was untouched. It's little doll had taken permanent residence on the of the bed, listlessly staring into space and mulling over the past. The good times were long gone...
"Signor Gustav! He is coming!" a young chambermaid shouted from the golden bathroom near the bedroom, alerting all the villa's inhabitants.
The doll blinked in mild surprise and roused herself to peek through the small crack in the door. The house looked like a fiesta. And, making a grand entrance, the double oak doors swung open revealing a slim black limo with a handsome, gangly teen coming out of it.
...accompanied by two lovely ladies...a blonde and a redhead.
Let me tell you something about these two ladies.
The blonde's name was Bianca, daughter of a rich businessman in Padua. She was a fairly perky bitch and had pastel yellow hair and faded green-blue-grey eyes. The redhead's name was Rosette, a French-born but was raised in the beautiful countryside of Tuscany. Her parents owned a vast vineyard, so everyone in the family knew very well how to drink. She had bright orange hair and sea-deep eyes.
Weirdly enough, Rosette and Bianca were the best of friends despite the distance. The whole country was their leisure park and shopping mall.
Gustav commented on them first.
"Ah, Enrique..." they exchanged manly hugs. "Who are these?" he asked with a sly smile.
"My beautiful girlfriends, Gustav." Enrique smiled broadly and pinched both their asses. "Fangirls that caught my eye...Rosette and Bianca."
Rosette shook Gustav's hand, which the butler kissed courteously. Bianca giggled modestly and nodded in acknowledgement, still clinging to Enrique.
"I'm very pleased to meet you Signoras..." the butler smiled amiably.
"It's glad to be home!" Enrique sighed, moving from the front door and into the living room, bumping into a table laden with...
"Food..." Bianca and Rosette said in unison, resuming their position on either side of the Italian boy.
"Woah..." he said when he spotted it. "I'm going to grow fat..."
"WELCOME BACK MASTER ENRIQUE!" The servants greeted (quite loudly) simultaneously.
Bianca oggled. "Wow...they call you master..."
He gave her a peck. "Not as you will in bed..."
Her eyes widened. "You're a naughty boy with naughty thoughts..."
"This is a welcome party for you signor!" Gustav slapped Enrique's back. "For the best blader in all of Italy!"
Cheers erupted from the living room and the porcelain doll wanted to hear no longer. She lashed out in the room, draining all her energies and collapsing on the floor crying.
Crawling back to the crack on the door, she took one last peek, just in time to see Enrique expertly frenchkiss his girlfriends before partaking of the feast.
--
She felt very much like what she was...a porcelain doll. Small, insignificant, no intelligence, no emotion...a beauty to the eye but no more than that...
Breakable into a thousand shards at the most fragile of touches...
"Hey Gustav, the Beyblading Liga Italia's sponsoring some poor orphanages in Africa...I need some donations..." Enrique said, wandering outside his old bedroom.
"What would the young master like me to do?" asked the butler.
The blonde knocked on the short blue door. "Clean this out...give everything in it to charity. I'm thinking of moving to the room upstairs." he smiled. "The one on top of this..."
"The guest room?" Gustav asked, mildly surprised, after calling some maids to do what Enrique wished.
"Why do the guests get a better room than me? I'm the master of this house..." he shrugged. "Well...next to papa, but he ain't here. I can claim any room I want."
AT SOME ORPHANAGE...
"Look! A broken doll!" a small boy spotted a grimy doll by the canal.
"The social workers must've dropped it while taking out trash." his older sister said. "Throw it away...it's disgusting..."
The small boy held the doll wistfully, it's amethyst eyes were indeed pretty, but nevertheless, he threw it behind his back and giggled mischievously when he heard it smash.
TBCA/N: is it weird for an authoress to apologize for a very long chapter? I don't know whether I should do it...my work with this thing's a bit messy...hope you enjoy it, xD
OLIVER'S COMING UP NEXT! X3 REVEIW!
...and no Enri didn't shag with Bianca OR Rosette...he never will, Oli shall be the first to claim his virginity...in a side story...