Word Count: 241
A/N: Day six of a writing challenge.
Summary: When he swallows he feels heat run through his body, he feels fire crackle under his skin, and he sees flames dancing in the air.
Flame
Ace hadn't meant to eat the Mera Mera no Mi, it had just happened. He had swallowed the fruit whole after falling asleep on a pile of food on a unknown island; his slumber had been broken by the searing heat that came from his stomach and swept through his body.
All of a sudden everything was warm, it was humid, it was hot. With a jerk he woke up, and yelled at what he saw. Fire was dancing in the air surrounding him, flames waved gently in the island breeze and he could swear he smelt ash.
The fire and ash never leave him. They stay and are a constant; something that never changes in a world where anything could happen. It was a small relief to him, until it wasn't Because the flames would lick and touch and caress everything around him, and when he wasn't paying attention, when he wasn't focused. Those flames became real, and they burned. They turned things to ash so that the scent wasn't just in his mind anymore, it was everywhere and everyone could smell it. The first time he loses control his fire instantly goes out, snuffed out by the cold fright that fills him as the house he had been dozing against catches flame.
He's learned to control his fire though; he's become the elements Master and now commands it with a steady fist. After all, he is Fire Fist Ace.