Arrival 3- Our Meeting
The Blue Spirit waited on the top of the tea shop's roof for the Red Spirit to show her face, well, technically her masked face. He sat there for about three minutes and was already becoming impatient for her being late. The sun began to set, and so he watched closely, not even paying to the tall shadow the was behind him.
She knew he didn't notice her, so she sat down sideways behind him and leaned lightly on his back and felt him tense up. The Red Spirit couldn't tell if it was because he mad, or just embarrassed. Either way, she looked at the sunset over his shoulder, and together, they watched it become dark.
"You're late wench." The Blue Spirit
stated.
She leaned her head against his, "no I'm not because
I said 'see you at sunset,' so I wasn't truly
specific."
"Excuses..."
"What ever, at
least you were patient," the Red Spirit stood up and went in
front of him with her hands both in front of him, "come on,
let's go."
He stared at her helping hands, but stood without
her help, "go where?"
"You'll see," she smiled
and hopped from roof top to roof top.
He sighed angrily but followed her in annoyance as he pondered where in the world they were going to go. After five minutes of jumping roof tops, they landed on a roof top to watch the festival, and so he scowled at her behind his mask. The Red Spirit brought out two slingshot and handed him one, then grabbed a lot of acorns from her pocket and placed them down in between them.
"Since you don't like festivals, let's make
a riot?" The Red Spirit laughed.
He took an acorn and aimed,
"with pleasure."
She placed her hand on his and he
looked at her, "don't injure anyone that badly."
"Fine."
The Blue Spirit released the acorn from the slingshot and hit a ducks
butt.
"That must've hurt," she giggled and released one
and hit a man in the crotch, "o-oops..."
His head
nervously turned to her while protecting his own area, "y-you
said n-not to injure a-anyone."
"It was an accident; I
can't see that well in a mask!"
"Pathetic," he
released another and broke a crate, "how long have you been the
Red Spirit?"
"You're the one that gave me that name,
but I've been doing this for a month because you're hard to find as
the Blue Spirit."
"So I'm not hard to find when I'm not
the Blue Spirit?"
"Not at all," she grinned,
"you're kind of predictable nowadays even though you aren't
really chasing us anymore due to the conflict with your
sister."
"Humph," he hit a banner, causing it to
fall on people.
"YOU!!!" A man roared.
The Red Spirit looked up and saw Jet with his dual hook swords and tried to attack her but she rolled off the roof to land on the ground then sprinted off with Jet behind her. This angered the Blue Spirit so he tucked the slingshot in his obi against his back and ran across the roof top and jumped down. As the Red Spirit turned the corner and ran in his direction, she went behind him as Jet now turned the corner and halted.
"Don't hurt him, please." The Red Spirit
whispered.
"He's tried to kill me, it's only fair that I
repay him."
"He's a friend of mine."
"Then
tell him not to attack us." The Blue Spirit demanded.
"If
he hears my voice, he'll know who I am, then he might
know who you are."
"It's your choice then." He
stated.
"What are you two whispering about?!" Jet yelled
and began charging at them.
Looking around for something to stop Jet, she saw the slingshot that the Blue had tucked behind him by his obi and took it. She lifted her mask so she could see what she was doing and placed an acorn in the slingshot and hit a barrel of sake which spilled out on the concrete and Jet fall on the ground hard. Since he didn't get up, Katara walked over and looked at him in the eyes with a frown.
"Jet..." She called out to
him.
He looked at her, "...Katara...?"
"I'm
sorry," Katara stated and placed on her mask and began to walk
away.
"KATARA!" Jet yelled.
The Red Spirit slowly walked away and the Blue Spirit followed her and in unison, they disappeared by quickly jumping on the roof top and left his sight. Silently the Red Spirit was crying because Jet now knew who she was, and after attacking him like that, he probably didn't want to see her. The Blue Spirit could hear her sniffling and knew she was crying, but didn't know what he could do to help her.
She made a touch down on the ground and stopped which led the Blue Spirit to do the same, but he knew this place all too well. He watched her sit down against the trees where he would usually sit, and she took off her mask and threw it into the pond violently. Katara lifted her knees and folded her arms to cry against them.
"I didn't
know you were so weak as to cry so easily." The Blue Spirit
scowled.
"You don't understand," Katara sniffled, "a
while back when you took back that one water scroll,
I met Jet and
we were together for a while. He lied to me and so we basically
fought and I won, so I left."
"That doesn't tell me
anything."
"We saw him here a month ago and I thought he
died... then I went as the Red Spirit to go to observe his place to
see if he was alive, and he was but he attacked me."
"Continue..."
He grumbled.
"So I ran off, then you bandaged me up then I
went home and Aang freaked out. I haven't seen Jet since tonight but
I attacked him, and now
he knows who I am, so I can't see him anymore."
The Blue
Spirit sat down next to her and pulled off his mask, "then don't
see him again."
"But..." Katara frowned.
"He's
not even a bender and you worry so much; he's only one human."
Zuko stated. "So what if you can't see him again; there are
other men you can befriend."
She mentally smiled, "like
you?"
"..."
Zuko blushed quietly while he looked at the small pond to see that her mask floated to the top of the water. He felt something move against his chest and looked down to see Katara's head leaning against him. His face began to get redder now as the embarrassment began to flow into him because of her.
"Think what you want." Zuko replied in
annoyance.
Her head leaned into him a little more, "I take
that as a stubborn 'yes' then."
He sigh and wondered if he
was as red as a tomato yet, "fine."
"Thank you, for
your comfort Zuko."
"Heh," he nervously placed a
arm around her, "we're merely rivals."
Katara then move about and plunged him to the ground and held his shoulders while sitting on his stomach, just like last time. As if the banished prince couldn't get any more embarrassed by the water bending Red Spirit woman named Katara, he began to get a little lust in his eyes from the position, and her smile. She grinned slightly as she knew what was playing in his mind, but of course she wanted to distract him from it.
"Say we're friends then." Katara
demanded.
He glared at her sternly in the eyes, "no."
"Why?
I haven't hurt you, or even give you reasons to be afraid of me."
In a flat instant, Zuko hand them rolled over and their positions completely switched over with his anger rising. Katara was lying on the ground beneath him and her forearms held down by his to gloved hands. Zuko was crouched over her body with his legs on the sides of her hips and hid face dangerously close to hers.
"I don't
want you to be a friend, only a rival." Zuko stated.
"Why"
Katara frowned. "I don't understand."
He sighed, "if
I get close to you, I'll only lose you."
There was a pregnant silence between the two as they looked into each others eyes to search for answers they wanted. Zuko was getting uncomfortably with her looking at him, so he looked away, and removed himself from her body till she grabbed his departing arm. His head slowly turned to her and saw her give him a light smile.
"The only way
you can lose me as a friend is if I died." Katara stated.
He
laughed sarcastically, "are you trying to say you would be my
friend till death?"
"Yes," she answered, "no
matter what happens."
"Don't lie to me," the prince
demanded.
"I'm not, and I would even write it in
blood."
Zuko looked at her in an unsure manner; wondering if he could believe her or not, he never had a friend before. He placed further thinking into it and began to frown at the results he thought of and stood up. Katara frowned at him till he gave her a helping hand, and she smiled lightly as she took his offer.
"I
prefer to be rivals and not friends because if one of us die in this
cursed battle from my country, who's to say the other want suffer
from it?" Zuko asked.
Katara looked a him in surprise, "death
is apart of life, we all die eventually."
"It would
cause pain for the other," he went over and grabbed her red mask
that floated to the end of the pond, "if there will be any
friendship between us," Zuko handed her the mask, "it will
be a rivalry friendship."
She smiled and laughed lightly,
"that sounds fun."
"I have to go, thank you for the
night."
"You're welcome Zuko."
Putting on the mask, the Blue Spirit bowed to her and then walked out of her sight and then jumped on roof tops. Behind the mask though, he felt sad to say those things when he wanted to say the opposite to her; he wanted he as his friend. Landing at the household, he slipped through his window and unclothed himself and placed on his night wear.
'I don't want to be friends with you, because I don't want to fall in love with you,' he looked at the full moon, 'rivals are all we can be, and nothing more.'
