Title: Clash
Rating: K
Disclaimer: I do not own.
Summary: He wishes they would match, and work together.
A/N: Idea came to me when I was putting away clothes, and I put my sisters yellow school shirt next to her blue shirt... and I began to wonder... and then I wrote this in about five minutes. I'm not sure if anyone has ever written something like this, so I'm not claiming that it's my own idea. I just had to write it.
It's a drabble, with 280 words.
Yellow and blue and yellow and blue and yellow and…
They don't match. Their colors clash.
She's blue.
He's yellow.
They don't go together in any way, in his humble opinion. He never likes the way their colors seem to compete and contrast. He wishes they would match, and work together.
Like blue and green seem to do so well.
He hates it, and he has no power to change it.
She will always be blue. He loves her blue. He loves her. Anything associated with her, he loves. It's something he doesn't try to hide.
Nevertheless, they clash. At a formal dance at the Fire Nation, him in yellow, her in blue, their robes sway together and he sees them clashing again. When they lay under the stars, a rest in their journey, he sees them clash as their legs tangle.
But she loves his yellow, and she always tells him so. She embraces his culture, and incorporates it into their daily lives. Because, she believes it's a part of her as well. She's his family now, his rock and his home, and she does everything in her power to help keep his culture alive.
And, when she sees his distaste at their clashing colors, she gently reminds him that everything else they do fits together. From the way their hands clasp, to how they sleep at night, to personalities and eye color. She reminds him that it's not what they look like that matters.
"Besides," she says as she fits herself to his side like a puzzle piece, "with everything else in such perfect harmony, something has to clash."
It's what they feel on the inside that counts.
A/N: Reviews are always appreciated, even one word or puncuation marks.
-hangingmardigrasbeads