Disclaimer: Do you REALLY THINK I own Avatar: The Last Airbender? Well, guess what? I DON'T, ok? I don't. I wish I did though :P.
A/N: I decided it's been way too long since my last fic, so I decided to do some drabbles that have been on my mind lately. Everything here will be Maiko Maiko Maiko, with some other pairings on the side. There will be AU, out of timelines, and maybe some instances involving cactus juice. And without further ado, I present, my first drabble!
1: Moon Roses
Mai watched Zuko from across the crowded hall. Since he had returned to the fire nation recently, Mai had been able to watch him a lot. While they were traveling, she'd even worked up the nerve to have a conversation with him. It had been about what happened in Ba Sing Se. He had confined in her his secret worries about not being welcomed back. He sure doesn't feel that way now, she speculated. He was chatting with some nobles, probably about his adventures or something. Mai sighed, and headed for the balcony nearby.
It was abandoned of all life, save for a few Moon roses growing on the sides of the palace. They only bloomed at night, and they were gorgeous. Mai couldn't help but think of the irony of having something that needed the moon growing on a place that was full of people who needed the sun. If Ty Lee had been there, she would have babbled on and on about how romantic it was, and how beautiful the flowers were. That was Ty Lee for you; always so perky and excited about everything.
Mai felt someone approach. She turned, and saw Zuko. She bowed respectfully. "My Prince." He nodded, and she stood back up. "Did you want something my lord?" Argh! Don't sound rude! she thought to herself.
"I'm fine. Just a little…overwhelmed." He was looking at the flowers as well. She wondered if he found the irony in them as she had.
"I guess you don't have to worry about not being accepted back, huh?" He picked one of the flowers. It still glowed.
"I guess not. Thank you for listening to that by the way. I don't really have someone to tell things to anymore, you know?" He was twirling the flower between his fingers.
"I know." He had mentioned that as well; he still felt guilty about his Uncle. "Well, you could always talk to me…"
"I think I will." He smiled, and tucked the flower into her hair. She felt her cheeks go red hot. "Good night," he said, and went back inside. Mai stayed behind, gently touching the flower in her hair. Maybe it was nice to have these ironic flowers after all.