Playing With Fire
Pairing(s): Ozuma x Kai
Summary: Ozuma's POV..."I see him. Far away. Surrounded by his little friends. But he tries to stand a few feet away from them. Anti-social. A lone wolf. A phoenix. The only one of his kind..."
I see him. Far away. Surrounded by his little friends. But he tries to stand a few feet away from them. Anti-social. A lone wolf. A phoenix. The only one of his kind...
And he amazes me.
I don't understand what pulls me to him. Something about him, the air around him, interests me. Pulling most of his apponents in, before whiping them out with a swipe of his flaming wings. Burning them for trying to play his game.
And he's beautiful.
I have never seen such a beautiful boy before. His hair shines, bangs a silver-ish blue and the rest a deep midnight blue. And his eyes, a rare crimson color that seems to change with his emotions. Turning a deep black when he's enraged, but unable to do anything. A sparkling mix of red when pleased with another victory. And his clothing clings tightly against his upper body, not giving too much for the imagenation. And while his pants are baggy, I know the skin underneath is just as fine as the rest.
And his flame grows brighter.
Night has claimed the day and all of Tyson's gang went to sleep. All of them, but Kai. He continues to practice his beyblade skills like a good little beyblader. Seemingly getting stronger every spin it takes. And I can feel it pulling me in, just as many others before me. Wanting to defeat, no, claim that boy behind the blade. Claim him for ourselves...
And I think I'll play his game.
Play his game and let him pull me in. Play around his dangerous flame like any moth would. I might get burnt, but it'll be worth it. I'll be the first to claim that phoenix, no matter how burnt I get.
After all, I enjoy playing with fire.