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Leeng--Lee x Meng

Young love. They say it's the most innocent, the most pure, the most unconditional kind of affection possible. The bond between a girl and a boy, a fortuneteller's assistant and a desolate peasant, a heartbroken lover and an accidental warrior, is unrivaled; none dare challenge matters of the heart. So when Meng looked up sadly from her tray and her eyes connected with those of a short lad her age, she didn't think to question the sudden onslaught of feelings.

"Hello!" She blushed as she struggled stay level-headed. "There normally aren't any boys around here. What brings you to Aunt Wu?"

Lee bit his bottom lip.

"Anyway, I'm Meng." The girl cowered behind her confident smile. "Do you want me to tell you your fortune?"

Lee's eyes widened, despite his determination to save face. "You can do that?"

"Of course." Meng took his hand warmly in her own and led him inside the shop. "I can do anything."

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That was how their relationship started; once it began, its resemblance matched that of a snowball barreling down a frosted a hill: unstoppable. But would either admit their friendship sparked something? Would either of the two children, one who'd lost her love to another and one who'd been tricked by a Fire Nation prince, open their hearts again? They'd both been betrayed.

And yet, Lee thought over a bowl of jook, there is something about this girl.

"Hey." Meng, cross-legged, popped a dry nut in her mouth. "Has anyone told you that you have big ears?"

Lee's cheeks reddened, and he immediately hid the gap between his two front teeth, lest they be ridiculed as well. "Well has anyone told you that you have strange hair?"

Meng, leaning over the dinner dishes with a smile, strangled him in a friendly hug. Now this was love.

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A first kiss is always awkward. Usually there is the bumping of hands, the craning of necks, the embarrassed, "Where does this go?" sort of panic. There's rushing and blushing and perhaps a couple of misses. Usually.

But when has their love ever been usual? The first kiss between Meng and Lee was more of a knife that a seal of their love, a dagger to open their hearts to the human race. The relationship Meng lost in the Avatar, the friendship Lee revoked of Zuko--was their betrayal really a bad thing? The discouraging events brought together two children at last, and perhaps, perhaps, it was meant to be this way.

Lee accidentally tangled his hand when he attempted to run it through Meng's thick hair, and there was the blushing so long overdue. Meng helped him get it out gently, entwining her own fingers with his in the process. Her skin against his was so warm, so comforting, so welcoming...

They both saw it coming, though neither was prepared. And, after the half-second when they pulled away from each other, Lee leaned toward her again.

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Please critique my writing. Tear it apart, bash it, throw it in flames--I just want to get better. If you hate everything about it, please leave a description of why. I can't improve if you're not honest.

TrueThinker: Oh, thank you. You really should post some of your writing somewhere. I'd love to read it. The second tip is a nice tip, although I may not be fond of the smell of cookies after I've smelled like them for...ever. Ah, well. I don't have any games, because I'm completely uncreative, sans fiction.

Jetzula. Sweet.

AvatarWolf: Why thank you, then. -bows- I aim to please.

StarDragon411: Cute? Definitely. Likely? -sigh-

amaurea3000: They are, aren't they? I never really thought about it, but they're both rough-and-tough (and probably lonely) souls perfect for pairing together. Ha!