A/N: Thank you RedSombrero for reading over this for me and Phantom Rosabelle for being an awesome beta!

When Fumiko moved in with her girlfriend, she had expected a lot more than this.

"Ew. Ew! How do you even get this much hair in a sink? A SINK, FOR SPIRTS SAKE!" she cried as she handpicked hair out of their bathroom sink. Since she was unable to find gloves, being in a new apartment and all, she had to touch it with her bare hands. Her poor, poor hands were being forced to touch hair with chunks of food tangled up in it.

Being the (self-dubbed) queasiest girl in Republic City was really sucking about now for her. Fumiko gagged, seeing a large chunk of green mush mixed up in the long black hair she was pulling out. She now regretted suggesting that she could clean the house while Kimi was at work and then exclaiming as she walked out of the door, "This house is going to be spotless when you get back, sugarcake! Spotless!"

Kimi had just blushed and thanked her and walked out of the door in her cute little maids uniform that showed off her amazing legs and sometimes when she bent down you could see her panties... Fumiko let out a huge squeal and wiped away the blood flowing from her nose. Her sugarcake was so cute!

But that didn't make up for the nasty hair in her sink's drain. Cue another gag from Fumiko. "Kimi's so lucky to have me," Fumiko stated, hastily dropping the long strip of hair into the growing pile by her feet.

The only reason she was cleaning the sink was because she had remembered Kimi complaining about it before she invited Fumiko to live with her. Huh, now that Fumiko was thinking about it, complaining about your home before inviting some one to move in with you wasn't a very bright idea, was it? Not that Fumiko made that connection at the time. She was bad at connecting stuff instantly; it usually came to her later than everyone. She blamed her absentmindedness.

Fumiko pulled a few more things out of the sink (including 5 toothpaste caps) before sighing in relief. Putting her hands on her hips and one leg on a nearby toadstool she opens her mouth to speak. "A job well done," Fumiko said, trying her best to imitate a buff manly earthbender who had just saved a bunch of children from a collapsed building.

She sounded like a dying elephantrat. Fumiko shivered at the thought of elephantrats. Her last apartment was infested with them and she swore she'd felt them crawl on her as she slept.

Humming, Fumiko skipped over to her and Kimi's kitchen and grabbed a broom to sweep the pile of hair and toothpaste caps on the bathroom floor, when the front door of her (and Kimi's, she mentally added) apartment swung open. A man with ridiculously pale skin and bangs sauntered in like he owned the place.

Fumiko smirked. "Just couldn't stay away could you, eh, Tahno?" she said as she propped the broom on her side.

Tahno just looked at the broom, then back at Fumiko and sent his own shit-eating smirk. "So poor you're working as a maid now, eh, Fumiko?" he added sarcastically, plopping down on a brown couch next to him.

Fumiko rolled her eyes at him. "Well, not everyone can be a professional pro-bender...or a bender at all," she added bitterly.

You could say that the two of them had a complex relationship. They had been pushed together since birth it seemed, with their moms being close and all. They had both been in a knitting club or something together. As toddlers they hated each other, (hey, you would hate a guy too if was constantly trying to drown you), as teenagers they tolerated each other, and as 18-year-olds the first seeds of friendship had started to bloom.

A very, very dysfunctional friendship that only few people could understand. They were constantly making fun of each other and getting in each other's way, and neither really openly supported each other. You'd have to looked closely just to tell they weren't enemies.

"Ha!" he snorted. "Even if you were a bender you wouldn't be able to pro-bend." The black haired pain-in-the-butt stretched out on the brown couch, rubbing his dirty shoes all over the cushions in the process.

Fumiko's eye twitched.

Fumiko bit back her "Yes, I would be able to pro-bend you…you loser!" remark, knowing it was true and instead retorted, "Didn't your mama ever teach you how unattractive snorting is?"

Tahno just smirked, dismissing Fumiko's comment. He knew he had won this argument. Besides, he made snorting look cool. "So where's you girlfriend?"

Fumiko, oblivious to his mocking tone, smiled brightly. "Oh! Kimi's working at this new sushi restaurant and man do they have the cutest uniforms! You should have seen her before she left for work this morning! So cute! When she bends down you can see her underwear, they have 'I heart Ba-Sing-Se' written across, making it to the perfect target for my hand to smack..." Fumiko rambled on as drool runs down her chin and spit flew from her mouth.

Tahno rolled his eyes at Fumiko's perverted rambling, not even bothering to interrupt to tell her his news. Which was the only reason he came over to her new dingy apartment in the first place, thinking it'd be a nice quick and swift visit. Man, was he wrong.

Fumiko sighed and plopped on the couch, sitting on Tahno's legs. "I'm so tired from cleaning this house all day!"

Raising an eyebrow, Tahno looked around the room. 'Cleaning? This place looks like a pig sty and is that...hair with chunks of food and toothpaste caps tangled in it?' Peering closer into the half opened bathroom door, Tahno almost gagged seeing exactly what he thought was inside. He decided not to comment on it, not really wanting to know how it got there.

"Eh, why are you even over here anyways, Tahno?"

'Finally,' Tahno thought with a smirk. "It's about time you asked. The Wolfbats made it to the championships."

Fumiko stared at him, unimpressed. "So? It's not like this is the first you guys made it into the championships."

The game made no sense to her. All they really did was throw rocks, fire, and water at each other until someone fell off. It was pointless and stupid to her.

Ming, one of Tahno's teammates, had once given her a rulebook that had six-hundred pages of terms she didn't even understand, to read. Not that she actually read it, reading wasn't her thing. To this day, it remained unused and unopened.

"Figures someone as dumb as you wouldn't understand such an amazing sport. Listen, Saturday the team's going to Narook's Seaweed Noodlery. Be there." And with that Tahno kicked Fumiko off his legs and onto the ground and saunters right back out the door.

Fumiko blinked, surprised she was actually invited.

Then she looked around and groaned. "Now, where did I put that broom?