Not So Secret Tunnel

By Kyatto

NOTE: Again, based on a roleplay I was in forever ago. Takes place several years after the end of A:TLA and also takes place in an alternate universe where the war in the Wizarding World in Harry Potter ended, and certain events in Death Note didn't happen. Oh, and they all made friends through the internet and MAGIC. 

Pairings: Light Yagami/Ginny Weasley ; Zuko/Mai ; Zuko/Sokka. Mai/TenTen (from Naruto)

Sprog: Light/Ginny – Aiden, Netami ; Zuko/Mai – Tai and Ursa

This also goes with a fic I posted a while ago called "Keep Holding On" involving Zuko and Ginny's relationship. It is also related to my Light/Zuko story. I'd recommend looking at my fic listing and skimming/reading those two before this one. Think of this series as a sequel.

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Ursa and Tai: Age Three

Aiden: Age Two

Netami: Age Zero

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If there was one thing Light and Zuko hated most, it was having to spend any actual amount of time within a few feet of one another. Few things had changed since they had first met several years ago. The urge to kill had subsided in both of them, but the lingering disdain remained. Everyone and anyone who knew them knew that.

Which was why, it came to such a surprise when Ginny and Mai, the respective women in their lives, decided to go out together for a "Girls' Night Out" and leave the two men with their children. Alone. With two three-year-olds and a two-year old. Ginny had recently announced that she was pregnant with her second child, but had only just begun to show. Light argued with her for a good hour before he could see that for once she was not going to give in. Zuko, however, did not care. He felt he was the better man for being agreeable and for having more experience due to being the one to have fatherhood thrust upon him first. In actuality, they were both idiots.

First mistake, letting the kids have sugared cereal and donuts for supper.

Second mistake, forgetting that one of them was the child of a Firebender.

Third mistake, neither of them thinking to set up a playpen to rein them in.

For a good two hours, Light and Zuko chased their children all over the apartment. They hardly had time for arguing, what with a hyperactive three-year-old girl shooting small bursts of fire at them as she attempted to climb the curtains. For the first time in years, they set aside their petty differences to work together to take care of their offspring without there being property damage. A few hours, and three bottles of warm milk later, there were three small children curled up on a pile of blankets and pillows on the living room floor, and Light and Zuko sitting on the couch, exhausted.

Nothing was more awkward for either of them than sharing the same couch.

"Finally, they're asleep," Zuko sighed in relief, rubbing his temples.

"I can't believe you forgot your own child is a little fire monster like you are."

"Hey," Zuko glowered. "I didn't start showing until I was at least five. She's gifted. Let her be."

"Aiden might be magical," Light confessed after a minute of awkward silence. "Strange things happen around him at random."

"So then don't be one to be hating against those with special talents," Zuko smirked.

"It's still not as destructive as your little firefly."

"My little 'firefly' could singe you to ash."

"Is this a 'my dog can beat up your dog' argument?" Light arched a brow.

Zuko's smirked turned into a cocky grin. "More like a 'my dog could beat up you' argument."

"Tasteful. Real classy."

"Damn straight."

Light rolled his eyes then glanced for a second at the kitchen. "Want anything to drink?"

"…Got any Finlandia?"

"Even if we did there'd be no way I'd give you any. Hell no," Light frowned and shook his head.

"But I'm such a fun drunk."

"I'd rather not have you in a drunken stupor trying to undress me, thanks."

"Why the fuck would I do that?" Zuko looked at him in mild disbelief. "Sick pervert. You're still not my type."

"Do you really want me to elaborate?" Light flashed a smirk of his own.

"Sick."

"So says the one wearing the tight jeans like he has something worth showing off. Now that's vile."

"Are you implying that you were checking me out?" Zuko scooted quickly farther down the couch, glaring at him.

"No, I'm implying your taste is wrong on so many levels and just looking at you makes me want to vomit."

"Thanks," Zuko replied, voice laced with sarcasm. "You're a beautiful unique flower yourself."

"Thank you." Light countered sarcasm with even more sarcasm.

"So….about that drink….Scotch?"

"That's a bit more acceptable," Light got up and quickly returned with two glasses filled with ice and a bottle. He handed a glass to Zuko and filled it before filling his own.

"To the women not kicking our asses when they get back," Zuko inclined his glass in salute, smirking.

"Cheers," Light smirked back at him and took a sip.

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