Alright, here it goes, my first avatar pairing (ZukoXSokka!!!). Now I'm nuctorious for short chapters and aggravating cliff hangers, but I PROMISE ITS GOOD! So bear with me...
All aside, I'd like to explain this first part. It was origionally just a one shot on my perspective of the word hate, but I thought it would make things easier to understand between these two.
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HATE
"…the hate I bear thee can afford no better term than this, -thou art a villain."
-Shakespeare
Hate.
Is it really that simple?
No, it isn't.
"Hatred is an emotion of intense revulsion, distaste, enmity, or antipathy for a person, thing, or phenomenon, generally attributed to a desire to avoid, restrict, remove, or destroy the hated object."
That's not enough…
The truth is, hate does not exist, at least not the kind that any human mind had ever fathomed. We do not mistake hate as that casual, vulgar noun often used to describe things that one merely dislikes.
That is percicely what it is.
Overtime, the word has decayed as we begin to look further into it than its meaning perscribes. We now believe that hate is a word beyond definition, one indescribable by any of its all less worthy synonyms.
All the same has happened to the word love.
To believe that love is the opposite of hate is to prove that you know nothing of either emotion. They are simply words, lables that people have placed on their feelings that help us better communicate what we feel.
Both love and hate are simply masks of a passion that comes in many forms and strengths. A passion that at one point, everyone posseses. We simple choose which mask to wear.
Love… or hate.
"…the reason that I have to love thee doth much excuse the appertaining rage…"
"…shall not excuse the injuries that thou hast done me…"
"…but I love thee better than thou canst devise…"
"I am for you."
It felt different, in an amazing way. As if they're very elements were actually colliding.
Water… Fire…
Each touch sizzled.
Froze and burned…
They expected steam to billow between them, like spilling water on a lit stove. The sensation combusted, hissed, boiled, then just as quickly disappeared.
Like a full course meal for a starved man, it was delicious and irresistible, but never enough to satisfy. One taste, and they were grabbing at each other wherever they could feel the morphine skin under their greedy fingers. Face, neck, arms; Zuko even slipped his hands under Sokka's shirt, clawing desperately at his stomach.
This was out of the question, but its not like either one had asked. Neither was at all prepared for what came over the fire nation prince.
Yes, maybe it was his fault. Zuko dreaded how Sokka would blame him for this. It was his infuriating sarcasm that started him up in the first place, he thought. The bastard didn't know when to shut his mouth, and was being merciless with his insults. Zuko wasn't going to put up with it any longer and lunged towards him with a zealous intention.
He felt angry flames build up inside him before he realized what he was doing. Firebending here would blow his cover, and later it crept into his mind the possibility of his uncle's involvement.
It had to be for the past month the old man was trying to teach him how to be a more loving and caring person, smiling at customers, bringing a girl out to dinner and such.
"You'll make MUCH better tea!"
Perhaps this practice became unconsciously habitual, and when he grabbed Sokka, already abandoned the possibility of burning him to a crisp, he also avoided the option of beating him whatsoever and resorted to the last possible way to release his anger without being arrested.
He kissed him…
But once he did, everything changed...
Once they touched, they no longer had a choice. Nothing beyond their bodies any longer existed. They were trapped together, and it seemed as though what little room that was spared was shrinking quickly and they clung to each other to conserve space.
Both who were secretly willing, willingly lied through their eagerness.
But at some point, it had to stop.
They came to a mutual halt. Zuko now lost the excuse to continue of it being a "Spur of the moment" and immediately tore away, enraged. He could say nothing to explain himself and stormed out before Sokka had a chance to say anything of it.
The water tribe boy was left speechless on the floor pressing a handful of shaking fingers to his lips.
I realy hope you all liked it, please tell me what you think! Reviews help me get off my ass to write more, so until my next installment!
-RoniPasta