Pyromaniac
I don't know what I love so much about it.
I can honestly say it's beautiful, the way it moves, its colour.
Maybe it's the heat that's so attractive.
Or perhaps the way it devours everything, leaving only some ash and a few scorch marks behind.
It's enjoyable to watch, fun to play with; so beautiful yet so dangerous. A single mistake and you could be dead.
The glow is so warm, comforting almost...
I used to have a barrel; a huge, old, oil drum. I'd fill it with everything I could find then throw in a match; most of the time it didn't work, so I'd chuck in some alcohol and try again. It was amazing, seeing the flames leap up, hungrily destroying everything inside the barrel.
One day I accidently put in a plastic tub full of petrol. The barrel blew up.
I was covered in burns, cuts, grazes, the works, but I healed fast, like I always do.
But the barrel didn't. It was broken beyond repair. And I lost my favourite pastime.
My team always wondered why I always insisted on lighting the fire, but never about why I always had a lighter or matches on me, or how I could light the fire when even Kakashi couldn't without his jutsu.
I always have them on me. When I don't, I'm nervous, worse than Hinata. I don't know why, it's just the way I get. Fire is always worm, always bright, it heats the cold and banishes the darkness.
I guess I feel needed; when there's a fire going. It needs me to keep it fed, well ventilated, keep it burning. A fire that's burning could almost be alive, one that's burnt out is almost sad. It was once so warm and bright, but has disappeared, leaving ash behind.
I've kept a pinch of ash from every fire I've ever made or looked after. It would probably sound weird to anyone else. To me, they're like my children.
Like a master sword maker would think of each sword being a son or daughter, especially if he had no family.
Fires are the same to me. Only, I think my argument makes more sense that the sword maker. Swords are metal, they don't move, or do anything for that matter.
Fire is emotive, or at least it seems it; it moves, it dances, it's different every time.
Fire is dynamic.
Even the villagers say that it looks almost alive.
To me fire is almost alive. It eats, it breathes and it makes more of itself. Isn't that what we do?
Sure, it may need to be started by someone and is easily stopped when it's small.
But when it's big, it's unstoppable; a deadly thing, even more beautiful that the small flame of a candle.
It consumes everything in its path as it grows. Buildings, people, trees... It doesn't judge, it treats everything equally: as food.
Fire just looks perfect to me.
Probably because it is. A rumbling voice replied inside his head.
Naruto nodded, seemingly to himself as he lit a match and dropped it on a pile of soaked sticks. Smiling as the alcohol blazed to life, the wood underneath crackling and spitting as Naruto sat and watched. "Beautiful." He whispered as the fire raced along the trail of sticks, catching the first of many houses alight.
Yeah... Undeniably beautiful. The voice had a lilt that made it sound like it was smiling as screaming filled the air.
Yeah... Don't know how I came up with this... It's kinda creepy, isn't it...