"This is pointless and stupid, guys," Sokka muttered, quite ruefully. "Wake me up early on one of the days I can actually sleep in," he grumbled, tone dark. Angrily, he drew his arms across his chest, folding them there firmly.
He glared down at the glared at the bottle of sunscreen—a supplement for a soda bottle—wondering why, of all the things he and the other males could be doing, they'd chosen to play 'truth or dare'.
The bottle, once spun, would select the member of the small group who would have to perform the truth, or the dare. Zuko, the last to have been selected, swatted at the bottle with a lazy flick of his wrist; the others watched, with trepidation, as the blur of a pink bottle spun.
"Whoever ends up getting chosen," the scarred teen said after a moment, "has to do a dare. Or, of course," his lips twisted into a menacing smirk, "I can ask them a question that will forever embarrass them." Alright, so he was bluffing—but his acquaintances, he supposed, would not be able to see through this thinly-veiled lie.
He was, after all, Azula's older brother; they could only guess that he was at least partially as vicious as she. Several Adam's apples bobbed as the males, all gathered in a circle, swallowed thickly, gulping as if frightened.
The bottle of sunscreen slowed in its spin, and, for a moment, it looked as though it might land on Hahn..
"Sokka," Zuko leaned back, smiling pleasantly- in a manner that frightened the tanner of the two- as the narrow end of the bottle landed on him. "Truth," his amber eyes glowed mercilessly as he said this, "or Dare?" His irises softened at the final word.
Of course, instantly, Sokka blurted, "Dare!" And, mentally, he cursed himself.
"I thought so," the pale teen chuckled. "This is revenge," he announced, "for making me kiss that Katara-girl," he had yet to admit he'd enjoyed himself.
Sokka glowered, lips pressing together in a firm line of distaste—he detested that the fact that the scarred male had kissed his sister. He didn't want his sister to be kissed by anyone, quite frankly. He was the protective older brother. "Oh, yeah?" He taunted. Once again, he cursed himself.
"Yeah," the fair-skinned teen nodded. He looked toward Jet, who was reclining quite casually in the nearest bunk bed. "Jet," this attracted the second male's attention immediately, "who's that girl the Neanderthal," his nickname for Sokka, "is always ogling at?"
The copper-skinned male smirked slowly, toothpick hanging on the edge of his curved lips as he spoke, "Her name's Suki…"
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"I can't believe they're making me do this," Sokka said to himself in an undertone. He moved forward, toward a group of females. He recalled one word Zuko had once said about him, and he used it in the same context. "He's absolutely… Incorrigible." He sounded quite tentative, for he was unsure of the word's meaning. It sounded nasty enough, he supposed—a fitting insult.
In truth, he knew he ought to be angered at Jet: this dare was, after all, his idea. Slowing his pace deliberately, he neared the group. Various females from differing cabins, he figured.
"Suki," he called, when in earshot, "I need a word." He was attempting to be suave and cool over the whole ordeal.
She glanced toward him, lips parted, caught mid-sentence. "Uh," the first noise she made was small, curiosity lighting her features. "Alright…?" Her brows knitted, and, slowly, the throng of females she was with parting obediently, she moved toward him.
All at once, the girls began whispering amongst themselves in excitement. Only one female looked quite unpleased—his sister, Katara, who was flanked by several others: Toph, Smellerbee, Song, On Ji…
"Do you know who I am?" Sokka questioned, once she was away from the group.
She shook her head, afraid to admit that she did. "No," she murmured, averting her gaze. She could feel her cheeks heating involuntarily. She did know who he was, and, well, she'd always had a sort of 'crush' on him.
The male smirked, and he watched her through the lens of his sunglasses—or, more precisely, a pair of sunglasses one of his cabin-mates had passed to him before he left the structure. "The name's Kuruk," there was a pause. "Sokka Kuruk." He'd adopted his 'macho' voice; a poor imitation of James Bond.
She stared at him for a moment, as if comprehending. He released a breath he had not known he'd been holding when she grinned. "I'm Suki Kyoshi," she chuckled.
He could not recall his instructions, given to him by both Jet and Zuko. He was trying his best to maintain his cool, shoulders squared, thumbs hooked casually in the front pockets of his dark jeans. His stance was wide, his chest inflated to make it look as though his pectoral muscles were more defined.
"I- uh.." He made a soft, guttural noise of indecision. He could feel his cheeks flushing, and, for a moment, he was glad that it would be unnoticeable on his mocha cheeks. "Well, I was s'pposed to…" He stared down at Suki for a moment, azure eyes soft. He'd forgotten his lines.
In one swift movement, his lips caught hers. He kissed her as fervently as he could, and, just as quickly as the kiss had started, it ended. He was the first to pull away.
"Gotta go," he muttered, leaving a pleasantly stunned Suki. He could already hear laughter coming from his cabin.
A/N: I got bored today, and I decided to update. This chapter is dedicated to mahtqueen2 -- she was the one who requested a Suki x Sokka.
I'm taking more requests for pairings... I'm starting on a Taang next, for Avatargirl 92.