Haha… I'm writing a big long story… but I thought I might try some drabbles too. Review please! And yes, flamers are welcome.
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Zuko looked out over the sea. It was calming, looking at the waves lapping the sides of his ship. It was a familiar blue. The blue of a certain pair of eyes that seemed to see directly into his soul – past his faults, past his blemishes and his scar. Straight to the part of him that he had hidden from the world. A part that he thought had died when his mother left.
Turning from the edge of the ship, Zuko sat down next to his Uncle. "I seem to have misplaced my lotus tile. Maybe we should stop off at the next port so I can find one. My strategy cannot work without one. Many underestimate the usefulness of the lotus tile Zuko." Unfortunately, Zuko wasn't listening. He was looking at the blue sky. The same colour blue as a dress he had seen many times before. Hugging in all the right places along a slim figure, highlighting a startling pair of blue eyes…
"Are you alright Prince Zuko?" His uncle looked up at him. Zuko looked at him without seeing him. "Fine. Just fine. I'll be in my room. No disturbances." With that he stalked into the belly of the ship and into his cabin.
Why am I thinking about her? He thought to himself, watching the wind pass by his window. He thought about how the wind would manipulate her hair, make it blow in the wind. How it would brush her face – did she like the wind? She travelled with an Airbender… surely she must? Did she like fire? Or did she fear it? Would she be scared of him? Of course she's scared of you, you twit. You've been chasing her all around the world in the hunt for the Avatar. She's hardly going to think you're some charming teddy bear. Zuko sighed. There was no chance for them. Even if she felt the same way – they were too different. He was an outcast with nothing to offer. Cradling his head in his hands he wallowed in despair.