Disclaimer: Don't own avatar. I don't own cliché's either, but that's because I would kill myself if I did. And I don't want to die. I have a boyfriend who would be very mad at me if I did.
Wow! I definitely did not expect to get the results from this story that I did. Thank you everyone for reviewing.
1bzwriter- You know what's ironic about your review? My other story (the Future of the Past) is about a girl from our time falling into the past. Yea, I know! I'm original. Mine isn't that horribly cliché however, and I was going to write a story about that very thing. I'm gonna be making fun of myself! YAY!
SalanTrong- Yea, I think there was more around 15…although I think I put some in that I thought were clichés, but weren't really. Eh, whatever.
Blufirestar- Thank you for being so honest! I didn't take it as a flame; I took it as constructive criticism, which I love because it makes me a better writer. Yea, this is a parody, so I'm really not trying at all to keep Zuko in character. In fact, I don't think he ever is in character during Zutara fics.
Liz Mizu- Well, I wouldn't go so far to say it's the best, but it's pretty dern good huh? No, just kidding. Thank you.
Carlita Ann- Glad I made you laugh. My sex ed teacher (going three years into the past here.) said "raging teenage hormones" all the time, and he got me saying them. (Yes, even now.). So, it's really just part of my vocabulary. Cause I'm weird like that.
Dae- Thank you.
KillaKitten- The stupid woods, the stupid naïve Katara, and Zuko just kinda pooping up. HONESTLY! People need to think of better ideas. Glad you thought it was so funny.
Me2- -raises hand- I'm sick of it! YAY!
Randomness121- Glad I made you laugh. Sorry some parts just made you stare at the screen and go "…huh?"
Ok and I just have to say this. Many of you may not have caught it, but in the last chapter, Katara used the water whip. This was also considered a cliché. Whenever I read a story and it says "…Katara used the water whip…" I just stop reading. If I honestly read that line one more time, I'm gonna kill someone. People, please, think of a better attack. Thank you.
Ok, this chapter should be funnier than the other one. Just so you know, it's kinda hard to write, because I just want to butcher it apart. RARRRRRRRR. But then, it would be kinda hard to read…and then you would all hate me…and I don't want that.
Cliché #1 Zuko x Katara
Part two
Katara woke up to a pounding headache the next day. Or was it the next next day? Or possibly the same day? Oh, she didn't care; all she knew is that she had a massive headache. Popping her head out of her bed sheets, she began to wonder. Where did these bed sheets come from? Fixing her blurred vision, she looked around. She was lying on some strange mat in a mostly empty room made out of metal. There was a dragon statue on one wall, and a bunch of other things that the author could really go into a disgusting amount of detail about. But because everyone is worried about how Katara is going to cope, and because everyone knows what Prince Zuko's room looks like (insert rabid fangirl scream here) we're gonna jump over the detail part.
Katara sat bolt upright on her mat. Where was she? This definitely didn't look like Appa's saddle, or the campsite she was staying at with Aang and Sokka. SOKKA! She slapped her forehead, and then regretted it because of her massive headache. Rubbing a large bump on her crown, she began to remember the happenings of…whenever it happened. She was fighting a bunch of fire nation soldiers, and then suddenly blacked out. Her eyes widened at the realization of the statement; She must be on Zuko's ship! Why wasn't she inside a prison cell? Oh, she didn't care; this meant that it would be easier to escape. Standing up out of the makeshift bed, she crept over towards the door and lifted the handle.
"Well, would you look at that?" She muttered quietly to herself. The door opened noiselessly, and it wasn't locked at all. She chuckled at the naivety of the crew, and began to shrink down the corridor.
However, before she knew it, she was hopelessly lost. "Oh horsefeathers." She cursed, but continued in the same direction. Perhaps she would eventually find a way out of the corridor.
She eventually found her way to a dead end with one door. Cautiously she opened it, and found herself staring into a large mess hall. Her stomach growled in protest to not having any food inside it, and Katara decided to fulfill its wish. There didn't seem to be anyone inside the room, so she slunk over towards the kitchen and began rummaging through the food.
Just then, OMG! A soldier came into the mess hall. Katara froze as the soldiers eyes fixed upon her. But to her amazement, he just chuckled.
"Bit peckish, are ya?" he inquired, winking.
Katara swallowed a lump in her throat. "Yes sir, quite." She replied back politely, because she was always polite to soldiers.
"Well, you can eat later. I have orders to bring you up to see the General." He replied, making a motion for her to follow.
Katara stood up, wondering how he knew to find her in the mess hall. What a coincidence that he was the one to find her and tell her what to do, and here he was!
Zuko was standing in the control room, studying numerous maps that were strewn across the table. It was very difficult for him to concentrate however, because numerous images of that water tribe girl kept popping into his head. Sure, he had seen her before, but he had never really seen her up close. Except for when he tied her to a tree. And when he was holding her on that beastly Shirshu thing. Ok, so he had seen her before, but when she was knocked out last night, he really studied her. She was actually quite good looking.
He fingered her necklace inside his pocket. He had actually grabbed it again last night, in hopes that he could use it against her again. Blackmail was a sweet thing.
The door then opened and he turned around, to notice that same girl being brought into the control room by Lieutenant Ji. His heart began to pace faster, but he concealed it quickly by placing a scowl on his face and turning back around to his maps.
Iroh stood up from his seated position and walked over to Katara, taking her arm. "Hello my dear." He said kindly. "I'm glad that you have finally woken up. Come, sit down over here and have some tea. That's all I drink you know, and that's all I think about."
"Oh, well if you insist sir." Katara replied again grossly polite.
Iroh smiled and led her over to his seat. Zuko looked up from his maps and watched her as she sat down, the scowl leaving his face for a second. Oh, the way her body moved as she…moved. Not poetic, but Zuko was never poetic anyway. He then again remembered to fix his scowl again on his face, and said very angrily "So, where's the avatar. I haven't got all day."
"With your mom." Katara replied rudely, because she would know this century's lingo.
"I'm quite tired. Where is he?" Zuko said, grabbing a plotter.
"#$ off Zuko." Katara said, because she would also cuss.
"Where did you get that mouth?" Iroh said, amazed. "Not even the soldiers on this ship speak like that."
"I always speak like this apparently." Katara said, folding her arms and sticking out her tongue to Zuko.
Zuko took in a deep breath. Apparently he was also very patient today. How lucky. He pulled her necklace out of his pocket and dangled it right above her head. "Will you talk now?"
Katara gasped. "Like OMG my necklace!" she screamed, touching the part of her neck where it usually hung. "How did you get it you #&?"
Zuko raised an eyebrow. "When you were knocked out, duh."
Katara lunged for it. "Give it back!" She reached, but Zuko held it out of her reach. "Tell me where your avatar friend is!"
"NEVER!" she cried defiantly.
"Then, you don't get it." Zuko replied shrugging.
Katara glared at his face, but then began to blush as she realized he was looking back at her. He really was quite an attractive person, with that horribly disfiguring scar wrinkling half of his face, and the fact that he was bald way before his time. She looked downward and shirked away, suddenly very shy. (Maybe Katara is going through menopause, because she has had about three personality changes in the last few paragraphs.) Zuko smiled triumphantly at his win, but then remembered that he was acting terrible OOC and scowled again, looking over his maps.
"Tea?" Iroh offered.
"So, you think we should look for Katara now?" Aang asked Sokka.
"Naw. She's fine." Sokka replied, searching for some food in one of his bags.
"Sokka, she's been gone for a day." Aang said with a worried expression.
"Oh fine, if you're gonna keep complaining about it." Sokka complained, rolling his eyes.
Aang jumped up onto Appa's head and motioned for Sokka to get in the saddle. "Come on, we'll search from the sky. Because even though she ran into the forest, and you can't see through the trees from the sky, it will be more efficient!" And with a "yip yip!" they were off, soaring through the sky, looking though the densely populated forest canopy for the friendly form of Katara.
"Aang, I don't see her." Sokka replied in a worried voice.
"OH no! Zuko must have her!" Aang said, equally worried.
"How do you figure?"
"Um…I dunno. I just assumed."
"Ok, well let's go to Zuko's ship. Even though we have no idea if he's even here, or where he is. We'll find him."
And so, they started over the water looking for Zuko.
Katara was wondering out on the front of the ship, peeling the paint off the railing. (Because, you know. There would be paint on a metal ship for a banished prince.) She starred off into the water, thinking to herself. Just then she saw Zuko come and stand next to her. "What do you want?" she asked.
"Nothing. Sometimes when I'm thinking, I just like to look out over the water. It calms me, even though I hate water and swimming." He replied back softly.
"Oh my gosh, I feel the same way! Except…I don't hate water." Katara said back, completely amazed at the coincidence.
"Why do I scare you?" Zuko asked, looking at her.
"Because you're trying to capture Aang." Katara replied bluntly.
"Only for my honor." Zuko said. "I'll tell you the whole story, and you'll understand." Then Zuko undid his ponytail, and began to explain how he got his scar. (Because, you know, Zuko always takes his hair out of his ponytail. It's like a daily ritual for him.)
Katara gazed in wonder as the glossy tresses fell over his shoulders, and wondered why he never took his hair out of the ponytail in front of her before. She thought of all the other useless amounts of description that could be written here, but the author isn't mushy enough to type it, so just imagine it all.
So, Zuko told her everything about how he got his scar, and Katara began to feel so horrible. "I feel so horrible." She said, placing her hand over her heart. Then she bravely reached up and touched his scar. It was really rough and gross feeling, but it made Katara's heart began to beat with such a passion, she quickly drew it away, afraid of what was happening.
"Do I still scare you now Katara?" Zuko said, saying her name. Katara's heart fluttered at the sound.
She smiled and looked up at him. "No."
Zuko smiled. "Well damn. Now what am I going to have to do to bring the avatar to me?"
"Maybe you could stop looking for him, and just wait until Aang beats your father. Then you can end this war." Katara offered a suggestion.
Zuko nodded. "I never liked this war in the first place. I'm a lover, not a fighter. I always loved running around in poppy fields, and playing with puppies. I hated going to war lessons, and fire bending practice."
"Oh, that's so sweet! I totally trust you now!" Katara said, placing her hand on her heart again.
Zuko tied his hair up, because it was beginning to get windy. "Yes, well, I trust you as well. You have changed me."
"But it's only been one day!" Katara said shocked.
"Well, things move quickly sometimes." Zuko said shrugging.
Katara smiled, and moved in close to him. Zuko put his arm around her shoulders. But then Katara pulled away and pointed towards the sky. "LOOK! IT'S AANG!"
Sure enough, Aang had somehow found the boat. Wow, what luck. He landed Appa on the bow of the ship and held his hand out to Katara. "Come on! Get on!"
"No Aang, I like it here. Tea is tasty." Katara said, nodding her head. Somewhere inside the ship there was a whoop of joy from Iroh.
"Katara, what are you saying? It's Zuko." Sokka said disgusted.
"No Sokka. He's not evil." Katara said, grabbing his hand.
"Oh, I believe her." Aang said shrugging.
"I can't believe you!" Sokka said, feeling betrayed. "I feel so betrayed! Katara!"
"Oh Sokka, I love you too!" Katara said, reaching out for her brother.
"Yes, avatar. Let us make a pact. Katara has changed me. And we would have had a mushier scene with more fluff if the author wasn't so disgusted already." Zuko said, holding out his hand to Aang.
"Oh good, because this is a kid show, and too much fluff is ridiculous." Aang said approving. "I like you already Zuko. Let's have some tea."
"NOOO!" Sokka cried. But then he got over it when Iroh came out with a tray of food, and a large assortment of tea. They then had a lovely tea party, with a wonderful assortment of crumpets and finger sandwiches.
And so, all was well. Aang defeated Fire Lord Ozai (yay) and put Zuko on the throne (yay) where he and Katara married (yay) and had many many babies (yay).
The End.
And so ends the first cliché.
If you couldn't tell, I got really sick of all the fluff that was always crammed into Zutara fics, so I butchered this one. And then I got bored, and finished the end really quickly, cause if I went on, I would probably vomit from the fluffiness. (I'm an argument reading/writing girl, not a lovey-dovey one. Sorry.)
I don't really read very many Kataang fics, cause there's none out there really. So if you know of any really good cliché stories for those, leave me a review, or e-mail the ideas to me if they're really long. (My e-mail is in my profile.). If you try and send me a virus, it won't work, cause sense our last one, I have about four firewalls on this computer. So don't waste your time.
OK, so review and tell me how much you love/hated/didn't really care at all this! Please! I would love you.
SeethingxShadows
