Chapter II: Fight!
Sokka awoke to a dull pain. He gingerly touched his head, wincing when he prodded a particularly tender spot. He moved his attention from his injury to his surroundings. With one quick glance around, Sokka decided that he was in trouble. He immediately recognized the hard steel surrounding him as the deck of Prince Zuko's ship.
"What am I doing here?" Sokka muttered while rubbing the sore spot on his head.
"You're helping me," said a voice from behind him, "You're going to aid me in capturing the Avatar."
Sokka didn't even bother turning around. He was sure of who the voice belonged to. "What do you want with me, Zuko." He growled.
"I don't want anything to do with you, actually," Zuko replied, "But I need you to lure the Avatar here. And you'll be the ideal bait…"
Sokka groaned and turned around to face his captor. "Goddamnit, can't you go a day with capturing – or attempting to capture – one of us! And do you have any other plans other then this one, because it's really growing old!"
Zuko looked flustered for a moment then regained his dignity, "Every time I've caught you or that wretched sister of yours, I've come a step closer to capturing the Avatar! My plan will work!"
Sokka felt anger rise inside him, "Don't you dare talk about Katara like that!" He yelled.
Zuko laughed, "Oh, what are you going to do?" He said mockingly, "Hit--"
Sokka rushed towards Zuko, interrupting him mid-sentence. Zuko stumbled back, and Sokka punched at him. He grabbed his fist and pushed him back. Sokka stumbled, reaching out for something to grab a hold onto. Zuko raised his hand palm-out, preparing to strike Sokka with a ball of fire.
Almost as if it was second nature, Sokka "grabbed" a hold of water from each side of the ship and pulled it towards him, creating a barrier of water just as Zuko threw a handful of fire. Zuko was taken aback by Sokka's feat, and Sokka was pretty amazed himself.
Taking advantage of Zuko's dumbstruck state, Sokka ran towards Zuko and tackled him, pinning him to the ground. He straddled Zuko and raised his fist to hit him, but then he paused. Sokka gazed into Zuko's cat-like eyes, and he began to feel warmth creep up his face. It was such an awkward position…they were so close together.
Zuko was looking right back at him, just as lost in Sokka's ice blue eyes. He quickly shook this strange feeling of – attraction, is it? – and resumed the fight. With a single movement, he rolled off his back and reversed the position, pinning Sakka to the ground. He held Sokka's tan throat in his strong hand, slightly applying pressure.
Zuko's hands were hot, and they were burning into Sokka's throat. He wriggled to get free, but it was a futile attempt. Zuko leaned in towards him and whispered in his ear.
"It seems I've got the better of you…Sokka, is it? Well, I'd like to take back my opening statement." He smiled slyly and took a whiff of breath. He slowly got off Sokka and turned away. "I'll be sending guards up to escort you to the holding cell, so don't try anything foolish. I'll be seeing you soon, Sokka."
Sokka sat up, shocked. "Did you…did you just smell me!" he yelled after Zuko's retreating figure.
Commentary: So, that didn't suck too much. I know this is a very predictable plot, but I'm having fun writing it. Please review and feel free to ask all the questions/make all the correcions you want.