So I finally update. I've been so busy working all summer that I haven't had time to do much of anything else. Also, I'm not much of a writer so I'm only going to write plot bunnies that happen to bite because I'm sure if I try to force something out it will be unorginal and just plain bad.

I got this idea while at the rave at Otakon a few weeks back. (I cosplayed Jun on Friday and Sunday! I was Matsumoto from Bleach on Saturday.). I don't really like Modern-day AU's much but I couldn't stop myself from writing this.

I don't own A:TLA.

Purple

Katara stood to the side and watched the swirling sea of lights and people move to the beat of the deafening techno music blazing out onto the dance floor from the many speakers set up around the room.

This was her first time at a rave and although she had been hesitant at first she found herself becoming oddly attached to the glowing blue sticks she held in her hands. They were just so… glowly. The only problem was that she was having a hard time getting herself to move like the people around her who obviously knew what they were doing. Oh she had tried, multiple times in fact, but somehow her movements didn't match those of the ravers she was currently watching. Never one to give up Katara pushed herself off the wall, lifted her arms and began to try again.

"You're doing it all wrong." A haughty voice spoke out behind her. She turned and saw the speaker was a boy, maybe a few years older than herself, with long black hair tied up in a high ponytail. He was dressed completely in black, contrasting with both his pale skin and the two bright red glow-sticks in his hands.

"Who asked you?" Her sapphire eyes flashed in anger at his blunt appraisal of her nonexistent rave-skills.

He smirked, amused at her anger, and without another word started dancing. Katara couldn't help but notice how well he controlled the red streaks in the air. He moved them smoothly around each other, faster and faster until she could no longer see two separate red marks, but one unbroken crimson line. She could feel herself blush as she watched his lithe body move around the dance floor, finding herself attracted to the power his movements commanded.

"Can you teach me?"

She found the words had come out without her consent, her burning desire to learn overwhelming her anger and her pride. He didn't answer, opting to grab her by the wrist and drag her onto the floor instead.

"Your movements by themselves are smooth, but you have to think of the sticks as two halves of a single object. Don't think of them as separate, because they're not. Just two different parts of the same whole."

With those words something clicked in Katara's head. She took a deep breath as a fast song ended and a new one began, this time the beat starting off slowly. She watched her own arms, as if in a trace, start to move in sync with each other. As the beat sped up she began to feel strangely powerful, getting a high off the control she had over the water-like lights swirling at the tips of her fingers.

So absorbed in her own dancing she had all but forgotten the boy standing next to her until he too began to move, his fiery glow moving into her field of vision.

As time went on they changed from dancing next to each other to dancing with each other. Their lights circling each other in an endless battle of red and blue, fire and ice, yin and yang. Ever pushing, fighting, struggling then turning, rotating into something else entirely. Neither ever winning, neither ever really wanting to win; content with the battle in itself.

Eventually Katara's arms started to grow tired and, missing a beat, she slammed her hand into the young man's in front of her, causing both of their glow-sticks to fall to the ground. She froze, eyes locked onto the golden ones above her, before she blushed and dove to the floor to recover the fallen lights. She handed one of the sticks to the boy and made an excuse about needing some water, suddenly overcome by the pounding of her heart and the unexplainable desire to just get away and fast.

It was only later, after she worked up the will to start dancing again, did she notice that while her left hand still held a blue glow-stick her right hand now clutched a red one. She grinned as the separate red and blue lights merged to create one radiant purple slash in the air. Looking around she spotted another purple blur dancing not too far away and couldn't stop her feet from moving closer to the intoxicating light.

I have to return his glow-stick. She rationalized.

And get his name

…

And maybe his number.

I'm so bad at reviewing other people's work myself that I'm not going to ask you to review mine, I just hope that you enjoyed it!

Also, I've had this crack-theory fic idea in my head for months now. I've never written anything multi-chapter but it's begging to be written. It would be an Ursa/ Lt. Jee fic with some Zutara popping up in the background at some point. Anyone might want to read something like that?