A Colored Spark -*- Spicynoodles -*- [DISCONTINUED]

Chapter 2

The day so far had been uneventful, Red son finished his batch of bull clones and has a ton of time on his hands now, time with little reward spent. For most of the time, he's been in his room, having his mother or father visit him once in a while, but it was still very boring there. Though this gives Red son a ton of time to think about his burn, it really shouldn't be a big deal, but when you've lived with fire powers it's kinda unnerving to know that it can hurt you. He hasn't tried to use his powers yet, now being more cautious about them. "It must've been an accident, but how?" He asked himself, with no treat of an answer he begins to brainstorm why. "Maybe I lost my focus, or I had some weird emotion take hold of me... Perhaps it was simply involuntary?" Red continues to wonder but to no avail. "Should I tell mother and father?" He mutters under his breath but instantly dismisses the idea. "No, I can't have them worrying about me. I don't want to be seen as a burden," he says, "And what would they think?" He groans, frustration sinking in. Maybe even helpless too... He thought to himself, "No! You still have your mechanics and smarts... But that's not enough." He rolls over in bed and stares at the ceiling. He raises his hand at it, gathering enough courage. "Just one little spark.." He says, he snaps his fingers and a normal flame appeared in your everyday orangey fire, but Red son could feel something peculiar, this was his power, and the feeling that emitted from the fire, it was different.  "Hm, maybe it's something else then?" He concluded, it was underwhelming but it will do as a temporary answer, leaving himself a mystery to solve. He stared at the flame, extinguishing it after he heard footsteps.

"Red son, dinner is about to begin!" PIF said as she opened the door, only peaking out her head and part of her body. Red son looked over and nodded, his mother smiled lightly and closed the door as she walked back. "It's already been an hour? Hm." Red son rubbed his head and made his way to the dining hall. They will talk to me about the clones, I will tell them what I have been doing with them, and I will see if I should mention my fire.'He thought as he prepared himself for what awaited him. Red son made his way to the dining room, immediately feeling his anxiety heighten, thankfully his entrance won't be too bad now that he sees his parents still arranging dinner. "Good, you made it," PIF said, taking a seat on her usual spot. Red son smiled and picked his seat, formulating any possible path that could come from this. "So... What are we eating?" He asked, keeping up a friendly banter. "A classic, hot and sour fish soup, Guizhou," PIF answered his question, but that was the end of this small talk. Red son wanted to continue but was interrupted when his father stomped over and sat on his chair, his nervousness rising more. Why am I so on edge now? Red thought, dread coursing through him. "Good to see you here," DBK bellowed, Red managed to slowly calm himself. 

The family began to eat, the food of course was delicious but Red son couldn't help but feel dread. "How are the bull clones?" DBK asked, finally Red could say something good! "I finished the bull clones as you wanted, father, all ready to your disposal," He answered, keeping a sort of monotone voice. "Our son has been overworking himself again," PIF said, resulting in Red son nearly choking on his water. "What, again?" DBK grumbled, Red resisted groaning, this was an annoying situation but he still had to watch his attitude. "It's not a big deal, really!" He insisted, but it didn't work as intended. "But it isn't healthy," PIF said a fair argument. "It's gotten better than before, it's not hours above hours of me staying up! I just want to make sure everything gets finished correctly," He urged, being as honest as he could but he certainly does have his moments, he still remembers his all-nighters well. "You used to stay up for hours? You know we aren't pressuring you, right?" DBK said, putting his words down nicely. "Right," Red answered, he knows this but it's his place, and making the bull clones is what he does best! But of course, that isn't his only reason why. "Then why must you stay up so late?" PIF persisted, raising her voice just a bit. Red didn't care about what they said anymore, not like he could really hear them under his thoughts. Red son wishes he could just take his food and go back to his room and leave this position, he wants to focus on something more important than his family drama, like his fire. Right! His fire! He had almost forgotten, but it wouldn't be such a good idea, especially with his parents worrying about him right now, he couldn't risk adding to the list! But Red son couldn't keep ignoring his parents right now, he was getting pretty annoyed by their muffled voices breaking through his thoughts. "Why are you overworking yourself!?" DBK yelled, concern in his voice. Red son scrunched up his face, agitated now, he stands up from his chair as fire begins to spark up from his hands.

"I DO IT BECAUSE I DON'T WANNA BE SEEN AS USELESS!" Red son yells, blue flames erupting from his hands, the fire spread across his body as he pushed everything away from him, DBK ducks down and covers PIF from the blue flames. Red can feel tears rolling down his face, but he suddenly feels a sharp, burning pain in his hands, they were being burned! By his own fire! Red son never felt anything like it before and couldn't help but scream in agony. The room had risen to unsafe, scalding temperatures from these flames. DBK sees how much pain his son is in and pushes through the colored flames, pulling Red son into a hug. The fire extinguishes in an instant, Red son is shocked by the sudden event but allows himself to cry in his father's arms, PIF joins them, and Red son found it rather overwhelming but appreciated it. "I'm sorry..." He choked up, his vision blinded by his tears, but he could see his scorched hands and all of that from his fire. "You have nothing to be sorry for," PIF said nicely, assuring Red son. But what was that?  Red son thought, still staring down at his hands.

"I want a break."