Mad World
The Boomerang
Disclaimer: Can't say I own much more than this here kitty cat. -holds up his cat-
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In a world where The Elemental Benders are no longer the minority and all those without any talents live to serve a bender, it is a crime of the highest extent for a nothing to ever consider themselves equal to a bender.
Nothings are nothing, for they have nothing to make them great.
Sokka was a nothing. And he didn't care- as long as he had his sister.
Until the day she iced his master's tea.
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Sokka glared at the back of his master's head, wishing he could just grab that insufferable ponytail of his and rip it out of his insufferable head. He was no foot-servant. Sokka knew damn well that the only reazon Zuko had him wandering down the kitchens to get him more tea like a hand-maiden was because the scar-faced bastard got a kick out of Sokka's embarassment.
"Go on, Sokka, I'm in the mood for some Jasmine tea. I feel my Uncle has begun to influence me." Zuko gave Sokka a slight wave of hand to dismiss him and Sokka bowed stiffly, pushing himself up from where he was kneeling. Without a word, he left.
As soon as Zuko's door closed behind him, Sokka let out the string of icy curses he'd been holding back for the past three minutes. His arms flipped about to accentuate his utter loathing of tea-fetching, and he hopped the last two steps into the kitchens.
The only good thing about getting Zuko's fucking tea was that Katara would help him take it back, and he'd be able to spend at least a few minutes with his sister.
"Sokka!" With her utterly perfect timing, Katara gave Sokka a tight hug upon his entry into the kitchens, to which her brother heartily returned, a grin lighting up his face for the first time that day. As annoying as she could be, Sokka had missed the playful banter he often shared with Katara.
"Has Lord Zuko sent you down for tea?" Katara asked as she stood back from Sokka, a knowing glint in her eyes. Sokka easily caught sight of the kettle and cups that sat on a tray nearby. It was common knowledge that Sokka appeared every Thursday at noon to fetch Zuko a pot of Jasmine tea.
It was common knowledge that Zuko rarely ever drank said tea.
Katara lifted the tray up, and Sokka followed her as they made their way back to Lord Zuko's chambers. They spoke of their week, and their health, and Sokka mentioned how he'd overheard from Azula that The Avatar would be arriving in two weeks time to try yet again and soften the laws of slavery in the Fire Nation.
Sokka opened the door for Katara and she thanked him, slipping into the room with Sokka not too far behind her. Zuko was standing by his large window, arms held behind his back at the elbows and gaze directed outside. When the door shut, he turned, the tiniest of smiles flitting on his face at the sight of the two siblings.
"Sokka, once again you've enlisted the aid of your sister to carry a simple tray of tea. Are you honestly that incompotent?" He jabbed, and Sokka turned his head to direct his scowl at a throw-pillow.
"My Lord, It is easier if I am the one to carry the tea, so that I may leave with it also, and not have to make multiple trips, and consume more time." Katara spoke up, placing the tray on a small table and lifting up the tea pot to pour a small cup.
"Silence, wench! I did not ask for the opinion of a little girl, you should learn to hold your tongue- lest you want it removed." Zuko snapped, not at all pleased with the girl's behavior. A crackling sound split the air and both boys turned at the sound of Katara's gasp.
The tea was frozen, still in the motion of being poured into the pot. Zuko's eyes widened considerably, even though the girl was already moving to hide the tea from their view.
"K-Katara?" Sokka called out, taking a step towards his frantic sister. Katara dropped the pot, which was completely iced over as a result of frozen condensation. It hit the tiled floor with a crack, pieces scattering.
"I-... I-"
"You're a water-bender?" Sokka interrupted, his voice laced with hurt, and possibly anger. Zuko took a step forward, standing between the two siblings on the chance that Sokka struck out at his sister.
Katara was trembling, eyes wide, her left hand grasping tightly to her right wrist, holding it to her chest. She took a step away from Sokka and Zuko.
"I- I didn't want.. I didn't want to tell anyone, Sokka. If they know, then I'll have to leave you, and Gran-Gran-"
"It is not about what you want, child. Do you realize that if anyone were to find out about this, every single slave you've ever come into contact with while posing as another slave, will be murdered?" Zuko interjected, pushing Sokka back gently and walking towards the distraught girl.
Katara held her hands to her mouth and shook her head furiously.
Zuko sighed in frustration, grasping onto her shoulder. "You must never let your emotions control you. Have you even mastered your own bending?" When he was granted another shake of head, he felt irritation and worry knot in his gut. Both sibling looked like their entire world had just come to an end.
God. Zuko hated being nice.
"We are never to tell a soul."
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The Boomerang.
Is in need.
Of a beta-reader.
And is in need of watching more than four episodes of Avatar.
Constructive Critisism is highly encouraged. Leave a review. I won't post if I don't think you're reading it. That's just dumb.
