Ok, so I was just doing stuff, when suddenly it hit me. *drum roll*
I could write one of Zutara iPod song challenge thingies better. Way better.
So, here it is!
DISCLAIMER: I do not own ATLA or Fall Out Boy (I WISH!!!)
Katara gazed at Zuko sadly, watching him take out his frustration on a poor rock, nearly turning it into ash with his firebending. He was in a secluded courtyard, she was hiding behind a pillar of stone.
"Arrgh!" He cried, sending another way of fire toward the charcoal black rock, screaming in frustration.
Katara knew his problem. He blamed everyone and everything for his problems, except for himself. And true, some of his problems weren't his fault at all. He hadn't asked for a sadistic, crazy sister, or an even more insane dad. But he had to stop blaming the world for everything. And he had to stop trying to turn that poor rock into ash.
Katara also knew her problem. She had fallen for him. HARD. And she wanted to tell him. She loved him so much, she wanted to scream it from the top of her lungs. But she couldn't. Aang, or even worse, Sokka, might hear her. And she didn't even want to think of what that would do. Not to mention the problems it would cause for him.
She didn't even know why she had fallen heads over heels for Zuko. She could think of so many negative things about him. It was just one of those things you couldn't explain.
She watched as Zuko dropped down to his knees, burying his face in them, shoulders shaking. Katara guessed he was crying.
Maybe luck was to blame for all their problems. She had a sudden flashback, to when she was younger.
Her dad had taken her and Sokka to a small island, a few miles from the South Pole, where the weather was warm, and the beaches were all sandy. Katara had never seen sand before, and she had giggled, dancing around in it, and throwing some of it at Sokka.
Hakoda had watched with amusement, but then he turned his attention to the water. After a while, Katara heard her father calling her and her brother, so they dropped the sand they were about to throw at each other, and ran over, to see what their dad wanted. He showed them a horseshoe crab, which Katara had only seen a few times before.
Little Katara recalled the superstition some of the villagers had, where throwing horseshoe crabs back into the water was good luck. She asked her father if throwing the crab back would cause their luck to come back, cause the war to end. Cause their mother to return.
Hakoda looked on sadly at the crab, but for the sake of his children, he put on a smile, and said maybe. Then he gave it to Katara to throw back, and she did so, giggling at the splash it made.
Katara shook her head. Blaming it on luck was petty and pathetic. She only wished they could.
There, I am MUCH happier with this version.
It was bothering me, and I had to get it out of my system. LISTEN TO THE SONG!!! The (Shipped) Gold Standard, by Fall Out Boy. YOU WILL NOT REGRET IT. I hope you don't, at least…
And yes, the setting of this story is in the Western Air Temple. Just in case you were wondering.
