Title: Just A Ride
Chapter Title: Los Colores (The Colors)
Word count: 492 Rating: PG Warnings: implied violence and other images
Notes: I have absolutely no idea where this came from—I was getting tired and was about to go to bed last night when this popped into my head. It wouldn't leave me well enough alone, so I wrote it down.


Los Colores

Blue (Azul)…Her eyes stare up at him the first time he sees her—and he is stopped for one second out of his quest for the Avatar looking at them. Stopped but for only one second before the moment is gone and he moves on to grab the old woman, the cold façade slipping back on his face.

Orange (Anaranjado)…The sun comes up, its shine radiating down upon him, and he knows the tide has turned. He melts his icicle prison, sending his flames at her—she must not get in the way of his goals.

Yellow (Amarillo)…It is the color of the light before his moment of torture, the pain, the moment before he receives his scar. Years later it is the color of his ownflames before he sends them hurtling toward the group—toward her—as his mind screams, 'she was only offering help, she was going to help you!'

Gray (Gris)…Everything had been black and white before that day—yin and yang, a definite black line drawn across. It was a line that he knew, a familiar thing—but now enemies had turned into allies and the line was suddenly blurred and he hates it because it isn't definite, neither black nor white and he doesn't know where he stands with her friends, her brother, or with her.

Purple (Morado)…He can feel his face turning colors—from a pinkish hue, to cherry red, and finally to violet—as he stands before the cocky warrior known as her brother, the only obstacle in way of their engagement.

Green (Verde)…He holds her and comforts her as she vomits, a small price to pay for the miracle they will soon have after a number of months. And in truth, he realizes that she isn't the one turning colors as he sees his uncle try to hold back a laugh at the greenness of his nephew's face.

Pink (Rosado)…Pink is the color of their newborn twins, their double miracle. As he holds them he is extremely relieved, because for a minute there he thought he saw blue.

Red (Rojo)…It was his nation's color—a sacred color, as it was supposed to be a shinning beacon of hope for them. But now as he looks in vain at what used to be, he wishes for blue. For where there once was endless blue, there is now nothing but red, and he weeps knowing that red did not symbolize hope; no, it symbolized blood.

Black (Negro)…He would do anything to go back to the days with gray, the confusion of not knowing what was right anymore. Now there is nothing but darkness, nothing but black. Suddenly it consumes him and he accepts it freely, for it will allow him to be reunited with her.

White (Blanco)…He sees it coming—he is walking toward the light, eagerly waiting for it to blind him, to take away all the pain. And for once he is grateful for the nothingness, grateful for the fact of colorless, beautiful white—for colors had forever defined his life.