50 Sokoian Nights
Me: WHEEE! Soko drabbles...how cute is this?
Azula: You don't even like the pairing.
Me: Meh...whatever. Even so, doesn't mean I can't write cute little drabbles.
Azula: I hate you. Why am I doing this? A princess shouldn't have to disgrace with the likes of you.
Me: A princess shouldn't of been at a 21 or older bar last night and conviently was taped. So you shall help me. And you shall like it.
Azula: (mumbles)Dictator bitch.
Me: Excuse me?
Azula: Para does not own Avatar or Song or Zuko.
Day 1: Spring Showers
"Why? Why did you do it?" Song cried over the rain of the spring storm. Droplets of rain mixed with tears dripped from her cheeks. Zuko's hand remained the reins of the ostrich horse.
"I just don't understand!" She ran her hands through her long, wet hair, falling down her back and wavy from the braid she usually wore it in. Zuko looked away, and tried to hand her the reins. Song pushed the reins away.
"I don't want the ostrihorse, I want an explanation. Please...Lee? Why...?" She had tears trickle down her cheeks, mixed with the rain.
"I'm...I'm sorry..." He softly said, and tried to lead the ostrihorse back to the corral. Song placed her hand gently over his on the reins. Zuko looked back at her and placed his arms around her and buried his face in her shoulder.
"I forgive you." Song whispered. "I forgive you."
Azula: Short enough for ya?
Me: Hey, hey, hey! Short and sweet can often be better than long and excruciating.
Azula: Whatever...
Me: Read and review!
