Theme 12: Insanity.
Notes: Continuation of 'Cut' and 'Breathe'. HAH. CAUGHT UP WITH YOU, WRITER'S BLOCK ARTIST.
Rating: K+/PG just to be safe...ish.
Word Count: 328
Word had quickly spread on the assassination attempt. The Fire Nation council was outraged and insisted on guards for the Fire Lord, though he was equally vehement in opposing this.
Zuko ranted it all to Katara while they sparred a week after the attack.
"-and then, General Zhong proposed 48 different guards! Two for every hour of the day! Do you know how crazy that would (nice block) make me? I'm already stalked by four body guards wherever I go during the day, I don't need my nights taken away from me too!"
Katara smirked and sent ice spears back, while he continued to rave.
"And after that idea was shot down, my uncle-the one who's supposed to understand me the best out of all those fat old men-told me straight up that if I were married, it wouldn't have happened."
Katara's smirk turned into an outright laugh and the water she was about to shoot at him dropped to the ground as she guffawed her appreciation.
"He told me if I had someone to sleep with me every night-" "As if anyone would!" "- that was skilled in fighting, assassins wouldn't dare come in the room."
Zuko glared at her as she doubled over, laughing too hard to be considered "healthy".
"The council" *gasp* "must have gotten" *snort* "a kick out of THAT," Katara managed before she succumbed to infuriating giggles.
He snorted. "You have no idea. Some of the men even put forth a list potential candidates."
Katara continued laughing, but the atmosphere changed. It became...awkward. No, not awkward but uncomfortable.
Not meeting Zuko's eyes, Katara cleared her throat. "Shall we continue? Or is the prospect of marriage too tiring for you?" Without waiting for an answer she walked away, keeping care to keep her poker face on.
Not thirty feet away from him, she heard him say incredulously "Everyone's insane!"
She continued to grin as he muttered angrily, but had to wonder about that list...
