Kuvira Week 2015

Kuvira Week 2015 by Angel. A collection of the seven topics/prompts for Kuvira Week 2015.

Day 1: Childhood - Kuvira the Boss

"You're too bossy, Kuvy!"

Eight-year-old Kuvira shook with anger as a lump rose up her throat. She threw the ball she was holding to the ground. It bounced up and flew towards Wei, or was it Wing. She wasn't too sure since she didn't stick around long enough to see who had gotten injured. As she stomped away she heard a cry of anguish before footsteps faded in the opposite direction, along with shouts for Su. Baatar Jr called after her, pleading for her to stay, insisting that his brother's didn't mean to make her angry.

She tensed up when she heard the matriarch of Zaofu's response. Kuvira had only been warned numerous times about playing too rough. She definitely didn't want to stick around to find out what her punishment would be. As tears streamed down her cheeks, she picked up her pace and ran out of the courtyard, the bottom of her green dress billowing up behind her. Her two long braided pigtails slapped against her back with each step.

Her lungs burned as she forced herself to continue to run. She wasn't entirely sure where she was headed; she just knew that she needed to get away as fast as possible. Kuvira ran until she found a nearby bench. She took a seat, her hands on her knees, trying to catch her breath. Her lips trembled as she tried to hold back her tears.

"Hey little one," a voice called out. Kuvira looked up before shielding her eyes from the glare. The creaking of metal caught her attention as the person moved to sit next to her. Kuira looked up and gasped when she spotted the triple points on the helmet. "Why are you crying?"

Kuvira scowled. She wiped her eyes with her fists, before crossing her arms over her chest. "I'm not crying," she snapped. The captain chuckled a bit before pulling her helmet off of her head. A long braid fell from underneath the helmet and spilled down her back. The end lightly brushed against the ground. Kuvira glanced at the helmet out of the corner of her eye.

The captain noticed her staring at the headwear in her hands. She used her sleeve to buff a small scuff mark on the helmet. "Would you like to try it on?" the captain asked, continuing to clean the metal in her hands. The metal shined more brightly underneath the sun as it was wiped down.

The eight year old looked over at the captain of the Metal Clan with a weary eye. "Why are you being nice to me?"she asked quietly. "Everyone hates me."

"I don't think that's true."

Kuvira scowled even more. "They always say I'm bossy." As the breeze picked up, a few strands of her blew into her face. She sighed hard through her nose before dropping her arms to her side. She gripped the bench with her hands before swinging her legs. "No one wants to play with me," she admitted quietly.

"There's nothing wrong with speaking your mind." The captain picked up the helmet and held it out towards Kuvira. When the young girl didn't take it, she tapped it lightly against her shoulder. After a few more moments of scowling, Kuvira held the helmet in her hands. She stared at her reflection in the metal as she held the helmet lightly in her hands. She turned it around, one direction and then the other, as if she were holding something as fragile as one of the metal statues in Suyin's bedroom.

"The boys think that."

"They're boys," the captain answered with a click of her tongue. "They probably don't like the idea of a girl being better than them."

"I was winning." Kuvira smiled.

The captain reached out and ruffled the girl's hair. "You're only bossy to them because you aren't afraid to speak your mind," she continued. "That's a good quality to have."

"Kuvira." Suyin's voice floated over the wind.

"Oh no," Kuvira groaned. The captain noticed she shrank back a bit. She stood up and signaled to the matriarch of Zaofu before looking down at the girl with an amused smile.

"Are you in trouble again?"

"Yeah," Kuvira answered with a sigh. She hopped down from the bench before looking up at the captain with wide eyes. "I didn't mean to hurt him…too much."

"Kuvira," Suyin called out. The girl turned and looked over her shoulder as the older woman walked towards them. Kuvira lowered her eyes as Suyin stooped low next to her. She continued to look away, before flinching when she felt a hand run through her hair. She wasn't sure when her braids had loosened. "Would you like for me to braid your hair?"

The eight year old nodded, but remind quiet. If anyone were to hear their conversation, they would just think Su offered to do a simple task. Kuvira knew, that with her long hair, if she were to have it braided it would give them plenty of time to talk about what she did and the repercussions.

She looked over at the captain of the Metal Clan before holding out her helmet to her. "Keep it," the captain answered with a shrug. "It'll be yours one day." Kuvira looked at her in confusion. "I've been in your position before. You don't get to be the leader of the Metal Clan by being timid."

Kuvira brightened before holding he helmet tightly against her chest. She turned to Suyin before pointing over at the captain of the guard. "Will you braid my hair like hers?"

AN: I plan on having all of my entries for Kuvira week to be (short) one-shots, however some of them may, in a way, be the first chapter, or a sneak peek, to stories I'd like to write later.