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Hey guys! I'm a little late getting into Zutara week, but I'll try and get all my drabbles up soon!
Round One of Zutaraness!
Serendipity:
Among the pitch black of night, a figure stood on a rooftop. Her deep red robe billowed in the soft breeze, and she pulled the veil further down her face, hiding the crimson lines along with sapphire eyes. She probably should've been resting up with the rest of the Gaang, but tonight, it was worth losing a couple hours of sleep.
Suddenly, she was on the move, jumping from one roof to another. Her movements were delicate and silent, bringing her to the entrance of a small building. She knew very well that this house held many sick patients, restlessly slumbering despite their pain. Her heart ached in sympathy and compassion. Quietly, the lady entered the Fire Nation sickbay.
Within minutes, the mini infirmary was glowing with blue light as she began her work. She healed broken limbs, severe burns, even puncture wounds, before quickly moving to the next person asleep in the crowded clinic. Her healing touch performed miracle after miracle, easing away the suffering and pain.
In the middle of healing a little girl with a sprained ankle, the mysterious woman heard a small noise. Immediately halting, she listened carefully, heart pounding in suspense.
Click-Click. Creak.
It sounded like it was coming from the front door. Blue eyes narrowed as the lady slowly stood, silently summoning water from the pouch at her hip. Stealthily, she stalked away from the sleeping patients, creeping to the entrance. Reaching the door, she raised her water, wary of a fight.
The door suddenly swung open, revealing the face of a blue demon. Startled, she froze the water into spears, about to fling them at this intruder. The stranger also prepared a weapon, pulling out two wicked-sharp swords.
The two stood in tense positions, both studying the other yet not attacking. Upon closer inspection, the lady realized that it was not a demon, but a mask bound to the face of a man. She tried to remember where she had seen it before. What was it... the Blue Serpant? No, it was the Blue Spirit, notorious thief and supposed criminal!
Her eyes narrowed in shock, her petite body tensing in case this man decided to attack. But instead of an attack, the man sheathed his swords in one fluid motion, signalizing he was no threat. She didn't unfreeze her water daggers, still suspicious of his motives.
The lady watched as he reached behind his back, pulling out a large bag. He tossed it to the ground and the contents spilled on the floor with noisy pings. Her eyes widened in surprise when her gaze landed on the dozens of golden coins that now littered the entrance to the shabby infirmary.
She raised her veiled eyes to the masked bandit, a slight smile gracing her lips. So, this man was not an enemy, but was instead helping.
"Thank you, Painted Lady! Thank you, Blue Spirit!"
Both figures whipped their attention to the little girl standing in the hall with a sleepy grin. She must have awoken due to the loud sound of coins landing on wood.
In seconds, both the lady and the man had disappeared into the night.
The Blue Spirit swiftly crawled through the window of the Fire Nation Palace, leading into an extravagant bedroom. He let out a relieved sigh as he placed his broadswords onto a dresser. Slowly, he slid the fierce, blue and white mask away from his face, revealing a teenage boy with a scar over his left eye.
A smile formed his pale lips when he recalled his encounter with the infamous Painted Lady. He had heard the legends of her healing abilities, and how she practically walked in beauty, but none of the stories could even measure up to her real grace. Although he hadn't seen her full face, he could tell from her air of majesty just how beautiful she must have been.
Falling back onto the large, scarlet bed, he started to drift off into the land of dreams. It was pure serendipity that he had encountered such a marvelous lady that night.