Bending Tag
Bending Games
Katara peered into Zuko's open room with her wide blue eyes and stepped into his view. Zuko looked up at her quickly and turned away.
"It's been three weeks," he held up three fingers to show emphasis, "three weeks, Katara" he repeated, "don't you think if I was going to betray you I would have done it by now."
Katara stood with her mouth slightly dropped. She definitely wasn't expecting that. She didn't think going back in the past would surprise her so much, irony.
She stepped fully into the room, holding her gaze on Zuko's turned head. She then averted her gaze to the picture in his hands and instantly remembered it. She remembered that night, she had found Zuko in dead silence.
Flash Back
He had looked on the verge of tears.
His father was sprawled on the floor, eyes wide open and breathless. Zuko slowly placed two fingers at his neck…no pulse. He kneeled beside him, unsure of how to feel.
There was a sudden rustle in the distance and as Zuko looked his fingers fell aimlessly to his side. His mouth gapped open, and his eyes widened.
Before him stood Ursa, her hand outstretched for him to grab.
End of Flash Back
"That's your mother, huh; she's beautiful…" she smiled, "and nice," as she recalled Ursa's kindness her eyes drifted up in memory.
Zuko looked at her incredulously, and stood up. "How do you know that? I haven't shown anyone this picture since I arrived." Zuko furrowed his eyebrow, and thought deeply. He turned away from her and stuffed the picture carelessly back into his bag.
Suddenly, Zuko stopped what his was doing and swiftly turned back around as if he remembered something.
"Did you say she was nice…?"
Katara stood unsure of what to say. She knew he wasn't supposed to know that his mother was still alive until it was time for him to.
"Uh, never mind…" she grew nervous, "I'm not feeling well." She fakingly put a hand to her forehead.
"You're a bad liar…I know that much by now." Zuko sat back down onto his bed.
"Alright, well, I…I just, assumed she was all those thing," Katara squeezed her eyes shut hoping he would believe her lie.
"Yeah, yeah she was…" Zuko looked toward the floor
She sighed relieved and took the chance to saunter to his bed and sit next to him. "I'm sorry."
"What?" Zuko looked up and was surprised to find her sitting right next to him.
"I'm sorry, for being a jerk to you."
"Yeah," Zuko smirked
"What? No, "I accept you heart-felt apology?"" Katara questioned
Zuko smirked again, "I accept your apology."
"Good," Katara stood up and put her hand out for him to take, "I'm not sure I can play fire football but I think I can come up with another bending game," She smiled as he pulled himself up with the provided hand.
"Now!" Katara yelled, "When I count to three we start! Does everyone understand?"
The gang, Zuko, Haru Longshot and Teo all nodded their heads, it sounded like fun, just a little…dangerous.
"Now," Katara smiled, "Let's play bending-tag."
The sun was red at the horizon and the sky was a mixture of orange and pink, night was slowly approaching.
There on the stone ground, Aang groaned as he tore of his singed shirt, and Zuko sat steaming off gallons of water. Katara tried her best to wipe the mud off of her and Toph stood bending her own element out of her clothes.
And far off in the distance Sokka stood frozen in one position, windblown. His hair was strait still and his hands clutched his boomerang for dear life.
"Worst Game EVER!" he finally exclaimed.
A/n: I should make a fan-art video for this story…hmmm…