A slightly AU drabble this time. Sorry they've been so weird recently.
7.3.07
Yoshiro Ohto looked over the guests at the party, trying to determine who his mother had told him about.
Oh, Yoshiro, they'll be staying with us for a while. See if you can guess who they are!
She knew he hated guessing games, and revelled in it. He glanced briefly in the direction of the young Siiyih boy, but dismissed him immediately. His mother knew that he disliked the extravagant youth, and was sensitive towards that. She would never have pushed him towards the boy in the first place if she did not have to for the good of the family name.
He caught sight of a young woman with her hair artfully arranged on the top of her head, and stifled a groan. This was the woman he was to marry. She was pretty, but someone he could never hold a conversation with. She was possessed with remarkable wealth and family prestige, but unfortunately very little intelligence. He could only pray that any children he sired from her would take after him and not his wife to be.
He continued socialising, gracefully piloting people towards others for the most advantageous social situation for him. The party was nearing its end, and he had retreated to the buffet table when he caught sight of a young couple who could only be the ones his mother had talked about. They were on the balcony, looking out towards the ocean.
The current fashion was for form-fitting, highly decorated and expensive kimonos, matched by heavy gold jewellery. The young woman had defied this, instead wearing a simple flowing blue dress, with a gauzy over-robe, the sleeves hanging off her shoulders artfully. She turned slightly, and Yoshiro inhaled sharply at the sight of the gold band-come-headpiece in her hair.
So obviously water, yet bearing the symbol of fire… This was a powerful person, no doubt about it. Her companion, a tall man, bent down to speak to her, pointing something out across the ocean. She smiled up at him, taking his hand in hers as they came back inside. Yoshiro stiffened at the sight of the man's face- a horrific burn mark covered his right eye, spreading out like fire.
Who could have done that to him? Yoshiro realised he had been staring, and quickly averted his gaze, but not before the couple had noticed him. They made their way towards him, and he composed his features into a pleasant smile.
And not much Zutara there, either. Oh well.