Topic: Fire, element
Focus: Chazz/Jun
Words: 494
Notes: This was an old drabble as I try to get back into writing again. Note, I haven't watched all the episodes yet so I don't know if it's terribly OOC or something.
Once upon a time, he could remember one night his brothers and father were out on some business trip. He wasn't sure what happened, as he was too old to remember the facts, but it was a cold night. It was the first time he sat in front of the main fireplace. The flames licking at the wood and slowly burning it fascinated the young boy. He sat there for hours, staring into it. He could hear the occasional maid comment about him in a trance- but he wasn't sure if he actually noticed it in the time.
The flames were strong, warm, and people feared it. The little boy wrapped up in several blankets and a jacket seemed rather entranced by the fire that danced in front of his eyes. It would persist into his adult years. The boy would sit down and just watch the fire in front of him. Fire was strong, no one tried to control it with their hands. Screaming at it would never effect its destructive capabilities. He admired it. It was one thing that was the same to everyone. Fire hurt, fire burned, fire didn't care who stood in its way.
Fire was something he grew to love as he grew up. Dragons were always his favorite- but any fire breathing or controlling myth was quickly swept into his hands and he held onto it. He kept his love of the element away from his brothers and father- though he was sure his mother was the same way. One of the maids told him that his mother would sit in front of the fire and stare at it for hours on end. Jun didn't think it was genetic, it was something he supposed it was just quite common. As he grew to be a duelist and he had a particularly stressful day, he would flip open his lighter.
The fire danced for his- on and off, on and off. He of course made sure that it was outside. The Obelisk dorms had really good fire alarms and he liked to burn things he wrote. However in the Slifer dorms, he was content to flick that lighter on and off, on and off.
As…he continued to grow, and people grew on his like fungus, he was fascinated when he saw fire in other people. Such a destructive force locked inside someone. He hoped they saw the same hellfire when he came after them. When Jun watched Judai battle, he saw that fire and was immediately attracted to it. It was something he hated the stupid little twit for. Why did he have his fire? It's not like he deserved it. Heck, he would rather it burned his than his royal highness of the slackers. He reached out touch it many times only to be warmed by the fire. Jun wanted it back, he wanted it in him, and he wanted people to fear the fire inside him again!