Sokka, hearing footsteps in the hallway outside his office, quickly picked up the phone just before Zuko walked in.
"Oh, I'm terribly sorry Mrs. Fringler, I won't be able to make it to the doctor convention. I already have plans to attend the Emmys. Yes, I do believe my son will win. Thank you, good day. Oh, Zuko! Did you follow my advice?"
"Yes."
"Did you watch the DVD?"
"Yes."
"And?"
"It didn't work," Zuko said, glaring angrily at Sokka.
Sokka sat down in his leather armchair and picked up his notepad. "Please, explain."
-Two Days Ago-
Ding-Dong.
Zuko opened the door, and Azula stepped in and handed Zuko her jacket.
Azula smiled slowly. "It was so nice of you to invite me over Zuzu, we really should do this more often."
Zuko begrudgingly hung up Azula's jacket. "Trust me, this wasn't my idea."
Azula raised a slim eyebrow. "Oh really? Who's idea was it then?"
"Um, Uncle Iroh's."
"Very well then, let's eat."
Zuko and Azula moved into the kitchen, where Zuko had set the table for two. Iroh had added a sunflower centerpiece for decoration. They sat down, and Zuko served the soup he had made.
"This is all very nice Zuko, but why am I really here?" Azula fingered her spoon with her long, perfectly filed nails.
"Iroh believes that we need to settle our differences... without, you know, an Agni Kai."
Azula laughed.
"That wasn't a joke."
"I know it wasn't, but the notion is funny nonetheless."
"No, it's not funny," growled Zuko, "I'm serious. We're going to end up killing each other."
"I know."
"And that doesn't bother you at all? How many other families do see fight to the death on a regular basis?"
"Alright, you win, we aren't a normal family. But it's not like that's a big surprise."
"Your right, it's not. We've always been like this, even when we were just kids."
"There's nothing wrong with a little competition."
"We both know that this is more than a little competition."
Azula sighed. "Fine, have it your way Zuko. We will settle our differences once and for all... at sundown! I challenge you to an Agni Kai!"
"No! I specifically said-"
"What's the matter? Won't that give you enough time to do your hair?"
Zuko slammed his forehead with the palm of his hand, and Azula walked briskly out of the room.
Sokka nodded. "I see, and how does that make you feel?"
"Didn't you hear what I just said? My sister wants to kill me now! Literally right now!"
"Now now, Zuko, your sister wanted to kill you long before I set up your little meeting."
"Yeah, but now she's actually going to have a chance to do it!"
Sokka stroked his beard thoughtfully. "Well... no..."
"No? What do you mean, no?"
"Umm..."
"Aagh! Why did I even listen to you in the first place? What was I thinking?"
"Zuko, it seems as though your problems, um, stretch beyond my abilities, but I know of someone more skilled than I."
"Wow, I bet they were hard to find."
Sokka flipped to the next page in his notebook, then scratched something down. He tore the paper out, then handed it to Zuko.
Zuko glanced at the page, then looked back up at Sokka. "My uncle."
"Oh, you're related?" Sokka laughed heartily. "What a coincidence!"
Zuko stared at Sokka, as if trying to kill him with the sheer intensity of his gaze.
Sokka laughed nervously.
Zuko continued his glare. "I hate you."
Author's Note: Well, I hope you liked the first arc. If you have a character that you would like to see attend a session, please tell me with a REVIEW.
Disclaimer: I do not own Avatar The Last Airbender.
