Title: A New 'Do
Prompt: #01 Ponytails
Summary: Aang wonders if getting a ponytail like a certain firebender will win Katara's affections.
Disclaimer: I don't own Avatar: the Last Airbender.
Written for the DeviantArt Group Capstara's 37 Days of Capstara.
A New 'Do
Aang wonders if he should grow his hair out. He wonders if instead of a gleaming (no, really, gleaming), shining, bald head, maybe a thick mop of soft, black hair that girls could run their fingers through, would make him more attractive.
Haru had long hair. Well, Haru had freakishly long, feminine, perfect hair that had both him and Sokka skeptical about his gender identity. Plus, that would take quite a while to grow out. Not to mention it would be difficult to fight with. But Sokka had a good amount of hair, too. Sure, it was mostly swept back into a ponytail ("It's a wolf's tail dammit!"), but the teenager always bragged about all the ladies he was getting. Which had Aang asking himself, once Sokka got the girls, what did he do with them? But no matter, Sokka would probably not allow the young Avatar to steal his hair do.
Aang thought long and hard. Suddenly, a roguish looking boy swam into his mind. Jet. Jet had longish hair. Maybe Aang could grow his stubble out to that length. Katara–err, girls–had certainly taken a liking to him so maybe they would to Aang. But, no. He'd have to shave off the first half to show his arrow, like the monk women used to, and then he would look ridiculous. Frustrated, Aang played through all the men he had stumbled upon that had a decent hair style.
Zuko! His hair was perfect! Of course, he'd have to wait for it to grow to that length, but it was such a bright idea, Aang felt the urge to pat himself on the back. Now, just to test it out. Aang strolled casually (as casual as he could be while whistling and looking awfully suspicious) up to Katara.
"Hey, uh, Katara?" He asked, uncertainty in his voice. Katara looked up from the pants she was mending–Sokka's recent hunting incident–and smiled. Aang swooned.
"Yes, Aang?"
The bald (not for long) monk regained his composure before asking, "What do you think of Zuko?" Katara's eyes widened then narrowed as she went back to stabbing the needle through the fabric, err, as she went back to sewing. "Why?" She questioned through gritted teeth.
Aang rocked on his heels, "No, no, I just mean, do you like his ponytail?" Katara stopped her work and looked back up at him. She had a thoughtful look on her face as she furrowed her eyebrows. Then her blue eyes got a distant gleam in them and her cheeks colored. "It's…" she trailed off, her cheeks a scarlet red. "Um. Terrible! Awful, awful, awful thing." She exclaimed.
Aang's eyes dropped to the floor sadly, "Oh." He replied. Katara nodded vigorously. "Yes, yes. It in no way makes him like a sexy firebender that is mean, but strong, and sexy, and–I mean. It's ugly. It makes him look ugly. Yes! That's it!" She squealed, picking up her needle and smiling to her self. Aang sighed. Guess being bald was the only way to win Katara's affections.