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Who cares if you disagree?
You are not me
Who made you king of anything?
So you dare tell me who to be?
Who died and made you king of anything?
Sara Bareilles, King of Anything
Katara woke to a sharp pounding in her head and on the door. Disoriented for a moment, she wondered where she was. Then she remembered. Her mind flashed to heavily leaning on Zuko as they made their way to this in. She cringed at how inebriated she had been before pushing off the sheets and staggering out of the bed.
Groggily, she went and pulled the door open to reveal Zuko in the hallway. "You're up early," she griped, massaging her temple.
Where she probably looked disheveled, the firebender looked completely put together. His swords were already strapped to his back and he was wearing a fresh set of clothes, hood carefully arranged to hide his face. Katara looked down at her own rumpled outfit and sighed.
He shrugged at her words. "I rise with the sun."
"I don't." Her hangover had made her much more sharp-tongued than usual. She let out a breath once again and looked up at him. "What do you want?"
"We should probably talk about what we're going to do next. You said you had a plan last night."
Katara frowned, racking her irritated brain. "Oh yeah. Uh… I guess I'll meet you downstairs in a few." She shut the door, ready to go into the bathroom and freshen up. She needed new clothes too, she thought, sniffing at the sleeve of her black shirt.
After splashing her face a couple times and re braiding her hair, she went down to see her travel partner sitting at a table with food in front of him.
"Who's going to pay for that?" she asked, sliding into the chair in front of him. The smell of cooked meat was filling the air and making her woozy. She hadn't realized how hungry she was until now. Then again, she hadn't even eaten dinner last night. Firewhiskey shots were not sustenance.
Zuko met her gaze impassively. "You are."
She glared at him, ignoring the pulsing at her temples and behind her forehead. "What makes you think that?"
"Well I'm not carrying money with me." He was getting defensive already. "So unless you want to get us kicked out…"
An argument was not what she needed right now. What she needed was the crown back, and last night she had gotten distracted. And maybe some coffee so her brain didn't explode out of her skull. "Fine, fine. I'll pay. But tell me before you order anything next time because the cash I have is not infinite."
"Aren't you a petty thief?"
She scowled at him before snatching a strip of fried picken off the plate. The flavors burst across her tongue and she nearly cried in relief. God, she was turning into her brother.
The very brother she hadn't seen in years.
Brushing aside the brief pang of sadness she leaned forward, ready to converse. "So.. my plan."
"Do tell."
Remnants of what she was thinking yesterday started running through her brain. "We go get something from the previous avatars."
Zuko gave her a disbelieving look. "And how do you propose we do that?" he asked sharply.
"We go… to the Western Air Temple."
The Fire Prince frowned at her. "But that was destroyed a long time ago."
"By your people too," she jabbed at him. "But it's the best lead we have for now." And it was an easy way to ditch him. The journey would take a while, which would give her plenty of time to take the crown back.
"How do you say we get there?"
Katara scrunched her brow, thinking. Surprisingly, Zuko spoke up once more. "The Western Air Temple is actually an island north of us. If we could get a boat…"
"How did you know where the Western Air Temple is?"
He shrugged, taking another bite of his breakfast. "I had a lot of free time. But I'm more concerned about who will take us. The island's deserted- there's no need for anyone to go there anymore."
The waterbender used a spoon to scoop more food off his plate as he glared at her. Ignoring this, she spoke. "What if we paid someone enough?"
"Between you and me, I don't think we have enough money."
"How should we get some? We could go out on the streets and beg."
"You're good at thieving! Just steal some!"
Katara shook her head no. "We should try lying low. We're both wanted by now and I don't want to do anything else to attract attention."
His mouth turned downwards in displeasure, obviously humiliated at the fact he had to sit in the streets and beg. He probably hadn't had to do this a single day in his princely life she thought, headache worsening by the minute. The second this conversation finished, she vowed to buy a cup of coffee, lack of money be damned. They continued to stare at each other, bright blue clashing with gold until he finally caved.
"Fine," he spat out, pushing the plate away from him and crossing his arms. "We'll beg."
"So glad I could get you to agree," Katara said tiredly, before flagging down a waiter and asking for her coffee.
A/N: Sorry if you think this is short- the next one is much longer. A review would be nice please and thank you!
