Where is the Light?
Disclaimer: What? What disclaimer? I own Naruto! No one else! AHH!! Runs around in circles, being chased by lawyers and crazy-eyed fan girls. Okay, okay! I don't own Naruto!
Chapter 3-Don't Play with Fire
A small boy, about six years old, sat on a single swing. The sun was shining, the day was clear. In other words, a perfect day. Blond spiky hair fell in the little boy's face and his bright cerulean blue eyes were dull and lifeless. Idly, he pushed his foot against the ground once. Suddenly, a shadow was cast over his swing. Startled, he looked up.
"Hi! Can I swing too?" A boy, six years old also, with black straight hair and big brown eyes stood in front of the swing. Mutely, the other nodded. Was it possible? Was it true?!?! This boy wanted to play with him!!!!!!
"Won't your momma be angry?" he timidly asked. The other boy laughed offhandedly. "No! Of course not! She only says don't play with fire. Other than that, I can play with anything I want!"
There is something every parent tells their children at night. It goes something like this:
Don't play with fire
They always say
It's dangerous and it will
Cause you harm
Don't play with fire
They caution
It's a gift from the devil
Uncontrollable and wild
Don't play with fire
They admonish
It's destructive and disastrous
Don't play with fire
They warn in hushed whispers
It's evil and fatal
At night, they hold their children close
Warning them of the monster
The demon
Warning them of Fire
It's foul
Corrupt
Low
Malevolent
Vicious
Vile
Wicked
The children listen
With round eyes
They take the cautions to heart
They learn to hate Fire
They learn to have nothing to do with it
Because fire is
A monster
A demon
Dirty and cruel
Cold-blooded and wretched
Worthless
The fire sits there
Being doused out all the while
From accusing glares
From mocking words
From pointing fingers
And ridicules
It cannot protect itself
For it is small and helpless
What was once a roaring fire
Has been reduced to a small spark
A candle's flame
Still they caution
Still they say
Still they admonish
Still they warn
"Don't play with fire"
"Kisho! Get away from there!" The mother furiously grabbed her son away from the boy sitting on the swing. Throwing a hateful glance over her shoulder, the mother hustled her child into the house, slamming the door as she went.
"Child, how many times do I have to tell you! Don't play with fire! Don't have anything to do with it! It is a monster, a demon!" The mother was half shaking from fear, half from anger. She raised her voice once more. "You deliberately disobeyed me! What is worse, you could have been killed!"
The little 6 year old boy looked at his mother questioningly. He knew that she was angry, but he did not know why. "But momma, I didn't! I wasn't playing with fire! I was just playing with that boy. He said he was lonely so I was playing with him."
The mother sighed and gathered her son into her arms. She patted his back in rhythm as he lay against her chest. She looked out the window once again at the other. He was staring at her door with an expression of loneliness and longing on his face.
"My son, I was speaking of Fox Fire."
Author's Note: Hmmm…..fox fire? Don't know if it will be understood…but you should understand this: Drop me a review!!! Pretty Please!!!!