disclaimer: i do not own ATLA, i wish i did..though so do a lot of people. anyway i hope you enjoy this small start to this story!
The shadows danced and flitted past each other, mocking the boy as he spun around, searching for their masters. He couldn't see them, try as he might, the world before him was dimming, slowly fading away. The last he remembered of this world was an arm dressed in rough green sleeves jerking his collar up and being thrown over a shoulder.
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The world began to reappear before the boy, bright lights filled his mind as he opened his eyes a fraction more. It must be late morning thought the boy as he struggled to stand up. After clumsily getting onto his feet the world grew back to its sharp, clear self. It was remarkably greener than the usually red and metal-gray he was used to. The room was not elaborately designed, nor was it well furnished. However draped on the walls were thick green and gold insignias. Green and gold also covered the bed. It was a simple room with a basic color scheme; it was not at all what the boy was used to. Though he had hardly lived in his past luxury for a while. The boy immediately scowled at the room then frowned. How did I get here? He thought as he racked his brains of the previous night. Oh! Ambush on the teashop. Ran to alley, knocked unconscious. The night baffled him, how did they find us? The boy continued, now pacing the small room. However his pacing was short lived as a door formed in the wall and a small petite looking girl entered the room.
"Yo! Grouchy is awake guys! Twinkle toes get your little girly behind in here!" the little girl yelled into the corridor. The boy was fuming at being called grouchy, though in the depths of his mind, he agreed he was rightly named. However apart from the somewhat infuriating nickname, the boy remembered this girl and recognized the other nickname. The AVATAR! He's here?! Where am I? The boy thought furiously as the girl re-entered the room.
"Hey, don't try anything funny. Your chi was blocked and you can't firebend but I know you can be crazy enough to try stupid things. Just sit back and relax, you ain't goin' nowhere anytime soo try and be nice," the little girl said, pushing the boy onto his bed with extreme force she didn't seem to posses. However knew of the girl's power in her bending fell acceptingly onto his bed; he had no bending and was still bruised pretty badly from the previous night's activities. As he sat on the bed, tensed for anything to happen, he watched the girl carefully. He began to remember her name. Toph, I think it was the boy concluded. Just as he memories started settling in their usual places, three more people walked into the room. One was the avatar- a lean, skinny boy who controlled tremendous amount of power- a tall lanky boy with dark skin and bright blue eyes called Sokka and finally the last that entered shared the same blue eyes as Sokka. However these were brighter and possessed much more fire within them. These eyes belonged to her, the girl who never gives up trying, the wretched girl who kept him from capturing the avatar, the stupid peasant who he hated most out of the entire group, Katara.
"Zuko," hissed Katara as her gaze landed on the boy.
A/N- hello! please review!! also if you hate it please tell me WHY not that you hate it but WHY- key word is WHY. anyway...i forget are there any zuko nicknames, best i thought was grouchy.