Mouse
A/N: A totally random drabble. Because I'm bored. Pardon the title. It's the first thing I could think of.
Zuko was shaving when he heard Mai scream, and it startled him so much that he almost slit his throat with the razor. His face was caked with a thick layer of foam, but he ignored it, and bounded out of the bathroom to save his wife.
He expected to find her on the floor, losing blood and guts on the rug, but the sight that met him was equally disturbing. Mai curled into a pillow, her skin a pasty white, and eyes wide in horror, having seen some invisible and devastating enemy. It was a highly un-Mai-like state to be in, and he couldn't remember the last time he'd seen her in such a panic.
"Mai? What's wrong? Are you okay?" he was about to make a dash for her, when she shook her head and pointed in the general direction of the dressing table.
"Mai?" he asked again, cautiously approaching the crime scene. "What's—" but before he could complete the sentence, something sprang up from under the vanity desk and raged past the Firelord. It made Zuko jump so much that his arms flailed wildly, and knocked a bottle of vermillion liquid (what was that used for anyway?) from the shelf above him. The bottle did three spectacular twirls in the air before happily emptying onto his unkempt morning locks.
He shouted and she shouted and the commotion invited the guards.
They knocked and knocked and finally broke through the bedroom door to find their Lord and King in a pair of blue striped boxers, a white vest, a face full of foam and bright red hair. Then they found their Lady and Queen in a not-so-decent black nighty—the sort of thing that was really lingerie in disguise—with her eyes terrorized and gait unruly. The whole thing was really very awkward.
"My Lord," it was meant to sound alarmed or worried or something along those lines, but really, it just sounded confused. The chief of the guards stepped up. "Apologies...we thought you were under attack."
There was a soft silence, a pregnant pause, actually. Then the Firelady, with her voice unusually weak, said, "No, attack I can handle. Mice, on the other hand..."
The chief looked from Zuko to Mai, and said nothing.
The Firelord rose to the occasion. In as dignified a manner as any man caught in his underwear with a face full of lather and hair full of make-up could, he said, "Gentlemen, we have a pest problem."
It was right then that the rat zoomed out from under its new hiding place under the bed, and disappeared out the door.
A/N: Somehow, I think it makes sense to me that Mai would be afraid of mice. I don't know why. I guess it just suits her. Haha, anyway, thanks for reading. Please review!