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Wrong Moves Part Two
"Zuko, can you please tell Kimiko that she can't keep on ruining her toys? The garbage collectors in the palace haul up a mountain each week just from her destroyed toys! Do something about it!" ordered Katara during breakfast.
Zuko raised an eyebrow at her wife and put down his chopsticks.
"No way, Katara," he said firmly. "You do it this time." The memory of Katara's hypocrisy yesterday made him scowl inwardly. She made him look like the bad guy in front of their daughter and after that, Kimiko seemed a bit distant with him all through the evening.
Katara opened her mouth to argue but the Fire Lord's quelling stare made her bit back her tongue.
"All right, fine, I'll do it." The Fire Lady shrugged. "Anyway, Kimiko's going to come here after her breakfast."
"That's good," remarked Zuko as he got up from his chair. "I'm going to the office. I have tons of work to do."
"Have a nice day, honey," replied Katara.
Zuko smiled and gave his wife a small kiss on the lips.
"You too."
Before Zuko reached the door, something held him back. He was curious as to what Katara would say to Kimiko. So, he opened the door slightly and closed it, making it sound like he went off. Good thing that Katara was too immersed in her food to notice that he slipped into the shadows of a bulky ancient armor.
Zuko got a nice view of the whole room from where he stood and he observed silently as Iroh came in, carrying Kimiko in his arms.
"Good morning, Mommy!" greeted Kimiko cheerfully when Iroh passed her to Katara. "I just helped Grandpa Iroh to change Ginji's nappy!"
"Ah, my little baby is growing up! I'm so proud of you, sweetie," exclaimed Katara. Then her face turned serious. "Sweetie, we have to have a little talk."
"Yes, Mommy?" Huge, golden eyes stared at her that held nothing but innocence and wonder.
"You know those toys that you, er, deformed? Well, you can't keep on doing that, okay? The garbage collectors are having trouble with all the mess."
Kimiko pouted. "But Daddy always said that I need to practice my bending, and the toys are good for that."
Katara affectionately hugged her daughter.
"We can't do anything about it, dear. It's your father's orders, I'm sorry."
From his hiding place, Zuko couldn't help but smack his forehead.
I just love doing Katara hypocrisies. Next, Zuko turns the hypocrite! I mean, if ever I should continue writing this, that is.
Rienne :P
