Disclaimer: I do not own Beyblade. I am not making any money from this.
Frost Bite
What do you like about ice?
That it cools your drink on a hot day, keeps food at an acceptable temperature? That it keeps it fresh? Do you rub it over your body when the heat is at its highest? I'd bet that you do: it's only then when you can find some semblance of comfort from it. Don't worry, I'm not ridiculing you. Most fools feel the same way.
Yet… perhaps you are different. You did decide to read this, after all. Perhaps you like how it crunches in your mouth. How it numbs the lips and sends cool shudders across your senses. You wish the feeling could last, but it dulls after the sweet substance melts away. Doesn't it?
Maybe you like the feeling of ice so much that you decide to embrace it, to hold it close and let the cold cover you like a dark and twisted blanket. You'll enjoy the first moments, how it numbs and cools the skin when you clench it in the palm of your hand.
The ice feels good against your skin at first, doesn't it? Until the pain emerges and your hand and fingers begin to throb with it. You give up then, don't you? What fool would continue, huh? Unless of course, you like this new pain. Unless you like looking at the thin slivers of water as they run down your wrist, as if you had lost yourself completely and drawn blood with your fingernails.
You will let this new substance drip onto your flesh, further cooling your body. A coolness that self inflicted pain brings. Do you stop then, when your whole body is cold and it seems that there is no reason to continue? Is this agony too much for you? You do stop, don't you? I can see it in your eyes. Weakness. Weak for giving up when the hurt is almost gone, when all that is left is to wait. Weak, too weak to enjoy the last lucid moments of sweet, numbing, excruciating pain.
When it ends, do you feel empty, as I do? Do you stare sadly at the redness of your palm and fingertips, the indented half moon circles in your flesh? Were you just doing this to test yourself? And now that it is over you wish for warmth to return, to place your palm below your navel or between your breasts where your body heat is highest?
The redness fades slowly, does it not? The pang of it is still there with you when you wake up in the morning, if but a dull reminder of it. Do you remember the ecstasy of the former night and wish that it could return? The sweet coolness of ice and burning fire of pain?
Yes?
I admire you. Most simply grimace at the feeling and continue on with their lives, blaming their ecstasy on a moment of insanity. They never return to the ice.
Will you return? I do.
Every night and morning I embrace it.
And I love it.
Thankyou very much for reading my first ever fanfic! Reviews are greatly appreciated, but constructive criticism is treasured and acted upon.
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