Alys in Wonderland
Chapter Four
Soda, Slash and Shopping
A/N: OMG I am so sorry that I haven't updated ANY of my stories in a long time. I went back and read this story and had to write more because I felt guilty and inspired at the same time (yay) to. This one I hope to have some bonding purposes, along with scaring the crap out of Zuko and tormenting him a little. Yay! Also, the slash isn't meant to be rude or be anyone's fanfic, I just made it up at random to terrify poor Zuko. End A/N
Zuko took another sip of his soda—Alys had shown it to him, it was strange stuff, but good—and used the mouse—odd name for it—to move down the screen on the box of pictures she had called a computer.
She had shown him, after an awkward apology for bringing him there, and a few more 'attempts' as she called it to bring him back—all of which failed—a large collection of stories people had written about the Avatar and him.
He was none too pleased to find out he was a villain.
He set the can down and scanned the page with his eyes, looking for anything concerning him.
A title popped out at him, and he read it:
Prince Zuko's Midnight EncounterIntrigued, and wondering what people thought of him, Zuko 'clicked' on the link and it brought him to a long page.
He began to read it, boring as it was, but his eyes widened when the material began to get…interesting.
Zuko stepped into the hot, steaming spring after removing his clothes. He began to relax in the spring waters when he felt a presence near him. He opened one eye, annoyed and about to tell his uncle to go drink tea or something.But it wasn't his uncle.
Standing above him, smirking, stood the friend of the Avatar, Sokka, equally naked. Zuko gulped as his eyes involuntarily trailed down the teen's chest and lower, into the water, his hands following his eyes…
With a jolt of realization Zuko yelped and pushed back from the desk, falling off his chair in a jumble of pain and agony.
The door burst open, and through a corner of his eye Zuko saw Alys enter, a look of anger and concern on her face.
Alys looked down at the pathetic scene before her. She raised and eyebrow and crossed her room to help Zuko up. He was pale, and shaking. "What happened?" she asked, a little amused.
He pointed a shaking figure towards the moniter and covered his eyes, looking the other way.
Her eyes rested on the words shining on the screen, and a smirk rose to her lips. "Ah, having fun, were we?"
He looked back at her, eyes narrowed and small flames licking the tips of his fingers.
She raised and eyebrow again, then reached over the bed and grabbed a pillow in a sudden burst of playfulness. "Oh, you've got fire, huh?" she said, and held the pillow like a sword, to Zuko's bewilderment. "Well, I've got a pillow, and I know how to use it," she said, and narrowed her eyes.
Zuko wasn't fast enough to dodge the pillow wacking him over the head, so he got revenge by snatching another pillow on her bed and swinging it at her, smacking her in the face and knocking off her glasses.
She blinked and tried to focus on the world around her, but she was blind as a bat, probably blinder. Everything was one big blur. She sighed, seeing—well, not really—that Zuko wasn't going to help her, and got down on her knees to look for her glasses.
She turned away from him, feeling her way around the floor with her fingers, when she felt a pillow smack her in the ass.
Heat rose up, both in embarrassment and anger, and she leapt up—still blind—and glared at a tall, red blur. Damn red blurs.
Her eye twitched. "You will pay for that," she hissed, and bent down again to look for her glasses, turning from him to resume her search.
From behind her, she heard Zuko's stupid, arrogant voice. Bastard. "I don't see why I should pay for it when it was the pillow who did it!" he argued, completely ignored by her except for a few thoughts of doom that were headed in his general direction.
"It's not fair," he continued, despite her refusal to acknowledge his existence. He waited a moment before going on. "Well, if you're not going to have a sense of justice, I will!" he said, and for the second time that day she felt something smack against her ass.
Only this time, due to her supernatural ass feeling senses—thank Mother Nature—she had the distinct impression that it was a hand.
A/N: I'm sorry, I had to get this (and Through the Gates) up otherwise I cant copy and paste then finish them at my dads's house > SO, I'll prolly finish them monday or tuesday. Yea. >
