.001 Zutara Week - Crossover
The breeze circled around the two individuals leaving one shivering and the other indifferent. The auburn leaves changed by the oncoming cold fell from the mighty trees that bore them. The whistling of the air was the only noise around them. All the creatures of the land knew that their noise was welcomed, but whist they became.
The two individual's eyes never met; as if an unspoken agreement had occurred. The two were very different, yet the longed for this moment in the day where they could savor the presence of the other. Their meetings were always the same, each one staying on their own respectful side.
They knew they must never whisper a word, or they might be found. Even though the heavens knew they wanted to speak, to gaze, to wander; they mustn't. Honor, loyalty, respect, and duty were the road blocks to their desires. No loophole they mustered up could slither pass it. All they could to was relinquish these few moments they are together.
The many years they have been doing this; they still think it was just yesterday that the war ended. It's been that many years that their relationship had to end. As they each stayed on their land, never intermingling, they longed to be together again, but everyone one knew blue and red never amalgamate. Water and fire don't blend, and they had to face the consequences of that.
As the sun sets the two begin to gather their robes, carefully dusting off the dirt and other objects that got caught in the many layers of their robes. The male individual adjusts his crown to the right place, mumbling about it being askew. The female individual combs out the imaginary tangles in her hair with her fingers.
The woman gets up and ventures across the yard to a bridge; the man does the same. A bridge is between them, separating them from their lands and each other. With a hesitaten demeanor the water tribe women steps forward. Her eyes are directed to the floor not wanting to meet the gaze of fire nation man.
He responds with his own step forward. From years of experience she hears his sturdy footsteps advancing, yet she isn't surprised that he dared to step forward. It's his nature to do the unexpected. As he takes another step; she copies him. With each stride bringing the pair closer and closer, their breaths get shorter and erratic.
Soon the man and the woman are side by side. Their minds telling them to refuse to gaze at each other, but their hearts tell them otherwise. The woman is the first to fall to the power of her heart. Her blue eyes pierce into his amber ones, a longing in both eyes are evident.
The gaze between the two intense, but neither breaks the hold. The sun is now gone, and under the moonlight they are both illuminated. They both sigh knowing that many people will be looking for them and be lecturing them about assassins, but neither of them want to leave.
As the man begins to walk away his hand gently grazes the hand of the girl. Internal sparks fly inside the two. They picture them in a world together with no duties, with no one shunning them because of their differences, and a world where they could finally be happy.
Most people would eventually fall out of love if they could never interact with their significant other, but they were different. These small touches, the inappropriate looking, and these secret meanings made possible to go on with a life without each other. Their barely there relationship was what made them slightly happy, and their happiness meant that others around them could achieve true joy.
The girl grasped his hand in hers and squeezed her eyes shut, tears leaking out of them. He stood there knowing that she needed this, he needed this. After a moment she opened her eyes and looked at him; his eyes were closed. She brought her lips up to his ear, the scarred ear, and softly whispered, "I'll always miss you."
His eyes opened and were wide, but by the time he turned to look at her she was already at the end of the bridge. She stood there her back to him. He could sense she was waiting for him to walk to his side. His long strides meant it only took a couple seconds to reach his destination, and once he got there he heard her gentle voice again. "Goodbye Zuko."
He longed for the day where he could hold her in his arms again, "Goodbye Katara." As they said those words they both left to their separate lives. Most might think that their lives were not connected, but few knew that their destinies were intertwined. Their lives would soon crossover again if only for an hour or two, but that was why they lived day from day.
This is apart of Zutara Week on deviantART, but I thought I would upload it here too. I hope you enjoy. Not my best but I tried. It will be updated tomorrow because it goes on all week. Criticism is appreciated.