Azula's Weakness
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A/N 'ello chaps! this is a new fanfic I'm writing with my best bud Alya! I hope you enjoy, cause she's amazing. Quoth Alya: Oh, what ever!
The sun rose like the centerpiece of a royal crown, a brilliant golden ray surrounding the fresh meadows and lakes that lay just above the Western Air Temple. Katara stood, balanced and even, at the edge of a lake as the morning sun glittered and skid across it, waving her arms in an ark above her head, a gleaming ribbon of water flowing just behind her hands. She focused strait ahead, and failed to notice the teenage boy who had emerged behind her from the shadows of the forest. His eyes narrowed as he stepped into the sun, and the scar that was stretched tight across his left temple became a deeper red. In his hand, held firmly, was a black, withered flower, which he was pointedly not looking at. Instead, Zuko fixed his gaze on the back of Katara's neck and cleared his throat loudly. The water, which had been continuing it's over-head ark behind Katara's hands fell strait onto her head, the icy water dripping from her blue silk and fur robe. She whirled to face him, her eyes flashing behind their mask of dripping water.
"Hey, uh . . . Katara," Zuko stammered.
"Zuko!" She retorted, surprised and angry, flicking the water from her hair onto his face. Zuko timidly held out the flower that he held, flinching from the drops.
"Uh, I, uh, saw this and, uh, thought of you." He still did not look at the flower.
On cue, a large, hideously olive-green bug flew of the flower's petals and landed on her nose. Zuko started, and instinctively whacked the bug from her face with the flower that she still had not taken. Half the petals fell from it in the process.
"Oh, um, uh, I meant the flower." He finally glanced down and flinched at its withered state. "Oh! Uh, here, I think it needs water!"
He thrust it into the ball of water that Katara had just prepared, obviously intending to throw at him, and the flower perked up. Soon, the petals unfurled and became a soft shade of pale blue.
Zuko looked downcast, as if convincing himself that he had made a terrible mistake. "Uh, you probably don't like it, huh. My old girlfriend told me that only stupid girls like pretty thi–"
"Wow! It's so pretty! I love it! It was my favorite kind of flower in the South Pole," Katara exclaimed, disregarding Zuko as she examined the flower.
"Uh, South Pole? Why, uh, were you there? . . . Ohh, I remember!"
An awkward silence descended upon them.
"So, uh, cool water," Zuko attempted to break the silence.
"What?"
"I, uh, oops, mean, um, cool water bending. Uh, yeah . . ."
"Oh, thanks, I guess . . ." Katara let the awkwardness return, slightly enjoying watching Zuko struggle and squirm.
"So, uh, I better go teach that stuff, that, uh, I teach to, uh, Aangtar. Oops, I, uh, mean Avaang. Ahh! Aang, the Avatar!"
Katar started giggling, and Zuko blushed in spite of himself.
"So, bye," He left, feeling defeated.
Katara, barely containing her gigging to the point of politeness, gasped, "Bye," And then broke into laughter.
But as he returned to the shadows of the forest, she glanced down at the now beautiful flower, a hint of a smile threading across her face.
A/N well hope you liked it because there's more coming, and the main plot hasn't even been mentioned, well you know the drill Read it Love it Review it.