Chapter 2
Hello readers: D Thanks for the reviews, I know the first chapter was a little rushed and had some grammatical errors but I will fix them. Anyways, on with the story!
Disclaimer: I do not own Avatar: The Last Airbender… sadly.
~This chapter has been edited by my Beta Lara Caspersen~
Katara looked at herself in the mirror again, for the fifth time. She took a deep breath and tried to convince herself it's just a dream.
"Okay, this… is just a dream, so all I have to do is just… wake myself up." She said and gave a nervous smile. She slapped herself twice with no change in her young features. She turned her back toward the mirror and took a deep breath.
"This is all a dream. When I turn around, I'll be back to my 67 year old self." She said nervously. She chanted a little prayer and crossed her fingers. She turned dangerously slow, to face the mirror and shrieked. 'So, it's not a dream.' She stated to herself. She lowered her hands, to her backside and felt more of a boost and smiled proudly.
"Definitely not a dream, but I do look good." She cooed, posing several times in front of the mirror, liking the improved reflection. She squealed excitedly and started to dance. "I need new clothes…."
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"What the hell is going on?" Zuko asked himself, touching his face in the mirror. He had come to terms that he was indeed back into his 19 year old body again. He touched his chest and then his chiseled and defined six pack.
"Okay, I guess I do know what's going on." he stated. "How am I going to get out of here?" he asked himself. His panic and frustrations ended when a sly smile formed on his lips. "Wait, until Katara sees this. She's not going to believe it, and I'm younger than her now." Zuko snickered. He walked out of his guest bedroom and down the hall, an extra jump in his step. He stood right in front of her bedroom door, and gave a knock. The door opened and he still held his smirk.
"Guess-"he trailed off when he saw Katara, completely at a loss of words. She was, in fact, back into her 19 year old form as well. Her body was already curvy for a 67 year old woman, but now she was more bodacious. Her skin was back to its natural tanned glow and there were no wrinkles in her pretty face. She wore a white tee-shirt with a black sketching of Metallica followed by black skinny jeans and black boots. Her chocolate brown hair was now in a high ponytail. Her makeup was natural but made her face have an extra glow to it. She pulled a blue cardigan over the shirt and raised a brow at Zuko, who tried to form words from his mouth but couldn't.
"K-Katara?" he finally managed to say.
"Who else could it possibly be, Zuko?" she asked teasingly. Her smile turned into a deep frown. She remembered when she and Zuko were this exact age. All they did was travel together and have fun. They also had a stronger relationship back then. She turned to look at him and then folded her arms.
"What do you want?" she asked.
Zuko took hint at the irritation and anger in her youthful voice, and then he scowled.
"What do you mean, 'What do you want?' Katara, we're in the bodies of 19 year old teenagers!" he said, reverting back to panicking. Katara rolled her eyes.
"You sound like an idiot sometimes. We are 19 year olds!" Katara stated plainly, but she grew more irritated when Zuko didn't say a word. "Zuko, we can have fun, we're young again. Plus this can give us a chance to fix our relationship and fall in love all over again." Katara said with a hint of sadness in her voice.
"Katara, sometimes you can be so full of it! This is a bad situation we're in. It never ends well, especially for us."
Katara's shoulders dropped and she gave a small pout and he could see the hurt in her blue eyes. She just walked past him and down the stairs. He was still giving protests, but she continued to walk. She stopped dead in her tracks when she and Zuko saw their granddaughter Mzia sitting on the couch, reading a magazine while their grandson Kenshi was hanging up another portrait for their parents. Mzia flipped the page, but paused and stood slowly seeing the two "strangers" in the house, getting in a fighting stance.
"Who the hell are you, and why are you wearing my clothes?" Mzia exclaimed. Katara looked at Zuko then Mzia and only gave a smile as an explanation. After all, what could she say?
Kenshi turned to see what was going on. "Hey Grandma and Grandpa," he said and he continued to hammer in the portrait. His eyes widened and as the hammer came in contact with his thumb, he howled in pain. He stepped off the ladder, nursing his swollen thumb, and turned back to his grandparents and gawked. He looked at his sister, who was still questioning the two.
"Okay, you two look exactly like our grandparents, only… younger" Mzia swallowed her fear and still held her position.
"If we wanted to attack you, you'd have already been tied to that chair over there." Zuko mentioned in his raspy voice, motioning to the chair placed in the corner. Mzia got out of her bending stance, and eyed the two again and turned back to look at the portraits.
"Whoa, it really is you guys." Mzia stated.
"Duh, dumb-dumb! It took you 5 minutes to figure it out. I'm going to ice my broken thumb, or ask Uncle Sokka what he would do." Kenshi stated and ran to the kitchen. Mzia turned back to speak to her grandparents, but was cut off when the front door opened. She turned to see her mother, Zarrina, digging around in her purse without looking up.
"I forgot something, which I need for work." Zarrina explained and looked up. She almost screamed when she saw two younger looking versions of her parents, instead choosing to stare them down.
"Now look at the portraits… then back at us." Katara said knowing the routine. Zarrina did exactly that and promptly screamed. She was scared out of her wits and she screamed one more time before closing the front door and locking it.
"What in Tui's name is going on here?" Zarrina screeched. "Answer me, damn it!"
"Don't give us that tone, young lady! We're trying to find out the same thing." Katara snapped back. Zarrina rolled her eyes. She thought for a moment, trying to think of a reasonable explanation. Her parents sat on the couch along with Mzia and waited for Zarrina's ideas and thoughts.
"Maybe, we're all dreaming-"
Katara held up a hand to silence her daughter.
"Well, until we find out what's going on, we should enjoy this." Katara smiled brightly. A devilish grin formed on Zarrina, Kenshi, and Mzia's faces. Zarrina looked at her two parents.
"Well, too bad… young lady," she replied, slightly hesitant, "You have to go to and enroll for freshman year in college." Zarrina stated matter-of-factly. Zuko snickered loudly, but it came to an instant halt when Zarrina glared him down.
"You have to go too, Dad! Education is important." Zarrina smiled wickedly and sighed happily.
"Now, listen here Zarrina-" Zuko started.
"No…young man, you are 19, I presume, and I am 43. Therefore, I order you to go to that enrollment office. Unless you want a spanking or to be grounded for the rest of your life!" Zarrina teased. Zuko and Katara sighed and huffed. "Fine." They both said in unison. They were going to walk right out the door, until they saw familiar-looking teenagers run inside the house, all in a state of panic.
"Someone tell me what the hell is going on! Or, I can kick your ass right now!" a beautiful, petite, raven haired woman yelled.
"Toph, Aang, Sokka, Suki? What are you all doing here?" Zuko asked.
"I think the better question is 'why are we all in our 19 year-old bodies?'" Aang asked.
They all turned as they heard a "Whoops," from Kenshi as he held up a bar of soap and began to run.
Well readers, I hope you liked this chapter. Peace out.
XOXO D. Amethyst.
