So, sorry I haven't posted anything in a while. Well, actually, scratch that, i haven't even written anything in a while. I've been super-duper busy. Anyways, seeing as I'd rather write than do work, here's something I wrote in science class when i was epic-ly bored XD
This is a kind of random, spazzy, dramatic thing centering on the agni kai between Azula and Zuko in Into the Inferno (epi 60). Please enjoy! :)
Zuko saw it – saw it before it happened. In his sister's eyes, there was a slight flicker, bright as her blue flames. And just like that, her harshly cut hair swung to her left, following her head, her body, her arm, and those deadly fingers.
The air felt cold as the princess, desperate and at her breaking point, released her final fires of sanity – at Katara.
This was no longer an agni kai against Azula, not a fight of the elements, not a battle between brother and sister: this was a race against time.
And these next few seconds would mark Zuko's fate forever.
Without thinking, he knew what he would do before the lightning even left her fingers. He ran, not believing all of this was happening. He did not look at Katara's shocked face but into Azula's dark, cruel eyes, her smirk growing wider as sparks formed – and then left – her fingertips.
Zuko felt that he was not part of what was happening, merely sitting on the rooftops above, watching, without feeling, an agni kai that would change the world – and most of all, his own destiny.
He did not think of what honor he did or did not have, nor what the risk of his actions might be. This was not about him or Katara, the avatar or Azula, not even about his father. This was the clock counting down, ticking much too fast.
He could have thought about all of this, about what he was really doing, but he did not. Zuko's mind was blank, and it was his heart, not his head, that was making him do what he was.
And it was certainly not his past or his family that would lead him to jump in front of Azula's lightning bolt to save a friend – a friend who was not Fire Nation, one he had once thought an enemy.
That's all. It was going to be longer, but I didn't have time to do anything else. I figured I'd post this much and write the rest of the scene later. Hope my brain and my writing-skillage hasn't suffered too much from all this icky school.