This was intended just for fun as a present to one of my friends, Brittney (AzureBloodmoon). It's not intended to be serious.
Reviews are appreciated, but not required, of course. Constructive criticism is also appreciated.
Disclaimer: I don't own Zuko. He belongs with everything else Avatar owned by Mike, Bryan, Nickelodeon and Viacom.
Graduation plans. That was why I was driving down Elm Street in the middle of nowhere, Log Lane Village, right after sunset. As I coasted down the street, past the various other homes with their peeling paint, I put on my brakes. I had forgotten the lovely speed limit was twenty here and the paranoid cops enforced it a lot. I see my friend, Brittney's, house near the end of the street. It definitely stood out because it, unlike the others, was a play dollhouse pink. As I come to a stop across the street, Taz immediately begins to bark. Maybe it was because I haven't been to Brittney's house as often as Katie, or maybe it was the honk from my car as I locked it. Doesn't matter.
"Crazy dog," I mutter as I walk inside the house, knowing that Brittney said earlier that later I could drop by.
As I walk across the house and towards her room, I hear someone in the other room, probably Brittney, so I decide to wait in her room. I walk into Brittney's room and first get the scent of candles. Romantic, seducing scents as well. Typical, Brittney, the romantic. Then I turn to sit on her bed and my jaw drops. It was occupied. Not just by anyone either. By Zuko. As in THE Zuko. The PRINCE Zuko. Incredibly attractive, shaggy black-haired, ripped muscled Zuko. Scar across his left eye and all.
I just step away and think I'm hallucinating. Did my sister put something in my peach tea I had earlier? Were Brittney's candles secretly hallucinogen-based and I was breathing in the drugs as I stared? Because the oh-so-hot Zuko is a CARTOON CHARACTER! And unless this was a parallel universe, cartoon characters are not real, tangible people.
The most interesting thing is it was definitely bondage! His wrists were tied to the bed with blood-red silk. Zuko bondage right in front of me. Yep, definitely something in those candles. Velvet-rose scented, my ass.
I slowly go up, still breathing in the possible hallucinogenic candle scents and poke him. He moved! He's alive!
"Holy crap," I muttered, grinning, as he woke up and stared at me with the amber eyes of his. Amber, odd color, but normal for firebenders like Zuko.
He suddenly scowls, "Who are you? Where's the other one?"
"Um..." I grin. I couldn't string a sentence together. I was still staring at the oh-so-hot Zuko who, apparently, only had one of Brittney's black sheets on. I moved closer, about to use a tied up, probably naked, Zuko to my own advantage when I heard another voice from the room, "I'm coming, Zuzu!"
The smiled was wiped off my face. Either I could stay here and possibly get hunted down from interrupting Brittney's... activities or I could leave. I left.
As I walked out to my car, I took a deep breath. Instead of the seductive velvet rose candles, the air smelt like sugar beets. Not so romantic. I unlocked my car and got in. Suddenly, my radio turned on! "It's 6:55 am and this is CK on 96.1 Kiss FM!"
"What the--" I glanced at my radio changing every station, but every single one was 96.1 and said it was 6:55 in the morning when it definitely was not. Suddenly, everything was a blur. I was in my room, in my bed. It was a dream. It explained why Zuko wasn't so cartoonish anymore, but very real indeed. It didn't explain one thing though.
"Why the hell does Brittney always get Zuko?!"
