Xiaolin Showdown does not belong to me.
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Their indignant flames lurking within blazing eyes was his desert; he savored them with a flick of his tongue, breathing in their anger as if it was his air and absorbing their fury as if it was his very own darkness. It tickled his evil fancy, the way they glared at him with utter loathing and disgust; their fear and worry delighted him and it was all so very ridiculous.
Yes, his water obsession was ridiculous. Ridiculously delicious.
They all worry and fret and boil and fizz. All because of his little fascination with their little water child. His tiny enthrallment with the boy of water worried and angered them so and he liked it. That was the reason why he bestowed so much careful attention upon their small little dragon.
Well, no, not exactly…The powers that boy carried within that tiny little body was wondrous. Because of those powerful waves at his little fingers, he glanced down. Because of those crushing tsunamis that the tiny frame could unleash, he paid rapt attention. It was all so very appealing to his thirst for power.
The evil seed that the petite little boy concealed within was marvelous as well. He could see it plain as day, glowing within the bosom of the water dragon and it made him ravenous. He wanted to see that seed grow within his protégé. To see how it would twist and twine and grow. How it would manifest itself and transform the boy completely and utterly at his mercy.
He did not believe in just because. There had to be reasons why he would be interested in people, why he would pursue them and why his obsessions would run that way. Not just because. Because did not drive his hunger to distort Omi, because did not make him want to lick his lips as he sensed the tainted sick innocence within that delicately built body.
Just because was for those love-sick fools and those weak of heart, like Spicer who secretly sneaks to meet the wind dragon to kiss desperately to hold closely and to love sickly. Desperation and just because was not him, he was slow and seductive and sly.
He slowly and slyly and seductively seduced the young dragon into his patient grasp because the child of water held power and potential to be his and his only. Because Omi was simply so alone and wanted to be needed, he would give him a purpose-to be his tool. With the water dragon's powers, he could take the world for his own with the child at his side.
He could taste it now. The desperate rage and raging fire that would rise from the frilly little fire-girl, the strong sorrow and crumbling rage that would emerge from the little calm earth-boy, the furious hatred and seeping sadness that would creep from little wind-boy. Their flimsy hatred for him would increase a thousand folds when they witness their little boy at his beck and call and how his immense water powers bended to his very whim. All because the child needed simple love and simple gestures and simple touches that they could never provide, but that was all in the promising future.
That was the reasons why. Not the just because that Spicer and the Dragon of the Wind so fervently clung to, but because there was power and delight and such creativeness in the water child.
How did he know?
Because he tasted the evil seed and the simmering power that lurked within the tiny child when he kissed him lightly that fateful day.
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This idea was derived from Arius Kei's O is for Obsession and was completely wraped and twisted into my own distorted little play, so I thank her greatly. Thanks, Arius Kei! I am going overkill with these ChaseOmi fics...