Different
He was a hunter, a warrior of the Southern Water Tribe
She was an acrobat, an elite among her peers.
He fights to restore balance to the world, to aid the Avatar in his mission.
She fights for the Fire Lord, to aid Azula in capturing the Avatar.
He is the odd man out among his friends, he cannot bend.
She travels with a nonbender, but cannot bend either.
He didn't even know her name until two weeks ago.
She's thought he's cute since the first time they fought.
He respects her abilities.
She nearly broke her hand when she smacked his skull.
He rides a flying bison around.
She particularly does not like it when said bison uses a blast of air to knock her away like a swatter striking a fly.
He knows fighting styles from around the world.
She knows how to bend her body into a pretzel.
The girl he loves is the Moon Spirit.
The guys she's crushed on are snotty nobles.
He wears a wolf tail.
She wears a single braided ponytail.
His skin is dark and tan.
Her skin is much paler, a medium shade of white.
He's a Water Tribe peasant.
She's a Fire Nation noble.
And so the pair fight once more, both knowing the other's tricks. He slides to the left, avoiding a strike at his left arm's pressure point. He counters by swinging his club at her neck. She slides under it, evading the attack completely. She kicks his shin, hoping to knock him off balance. She succeeds, but is shocked as he begins to fall forward. Startled, she falls backwards, just before he lands on top of her.
The male pushes himself up off of her, before, seemingly forgetting that they are enemies, offers her his hand. She takes it and stands, not taking advantage of his kindness. Grey eyes meet blue ones and a brief truce is achieved. He leans forward, perhaps realizing how forbidden fruit is the sweetest, and closes his eyes.
She moves to meet him and feels the energy pulsing between them as their lips connect. Time passes, Yue knows how much; they know the others aren't watching and, even if they were, the two probably would not care. This is their secret; the one thing that unites them, despite all the differences between them; everything that could have, should have pushed them apart. He breaks the kiss and wraps his arms around her thin, yet shapely waist.
A minute or two passes, then she pulls away from him, "It's time..."
"I know." He acknowledges her statement, drawing a hunting knife. With his blade, he slices the left sleeve of her shirt, gently scratching her bicep, but still drawing some blood.
She strikes him in the jaw, then gestures towards where their comrades were still locked in pitched combat. He runs from her, wondering if they are really that different at all, and she follows, hoping that there will be many more moments like this one...
A/N: Yeah, this is another product of my boredom. But I'm actually a bit prouder of this one than I am the last one. I would like it very much if you review, so please take the five seconds it takes to review. Constructive criticism as well as flames are welcome!