A/N: This is but a quick drabble. I was wasting time watching the finale of the series when I was inspired to write this. Originally, I wanted to keep it at precisely a hundred words, but I found it to be better this way. I'd like to encourage you to leave a review; I'd love to hear from you! Hopefully this will not be my last post. I'd hate to pop in, leave a drabble, and scoot on out!
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Zuko was surprised at how quickly the group had accepted him. He wasn't used to being included—to being loved. He felt comfortable around them. For the first time at the beach house, he felt like he was in an actual family.
But there was something nagging him, tugging at the back of his mind. He narrowed his eyes as he looked at Aang, who was working his way through some fairly advanced katas. He learned quickly. Zuko leaned back against the post of the beach house and noted Aang's nearly flawless form, although his flames did not have the power that Zuko would expect from the strength and speed of his movements—was that what was bothering him? Aang's timidness?
No, no, that wasn't it. It was something else. Then, as Aang somersaulted through the air to finish his kata, it hit Zuko like a charging Komodo Rhino!
"Aang!" Zuko yelled. Aang winced and looked apologetically at Zuko, who was striding towards the young airbender, but before Aang could get a word in edgewise his Sifu threw his arm up dramatically. "Just how the hell does that robe stay on your shoulder?