50 Sokoian Nights
Me: We're on day 6...dear lord I've a ways to go.
Azula: Told you so.
Me: Remember the time I taped you doing the...what was it? Err...I think it was Argentinian tangos...with hmm...was it--?
Azula: SHHHH! That was a secret!
Me: You're not the only one who's evi, sister. On with day six!
Day 6: Surprise
"What's wrong, Zuko?" Song asked, slightly concerned that Zuko was perturbed about something.
"Oh, nothing." He mumbled back. Song put down the book she was reading and stood up. She placed her hands on her hips and moved to the column to which he leaned against.
"Nothing?" She had the look on her face. The "I know what nothing means" look. Zuko nodded.
"Yeah, Song. Nothing." Zuko grumbled, and looked at the clouds.
"Zuko," She slapped her hand on her forehead. "Why do you insist on doing this? It's a simple question. Something is bothering you. I'm your wife. I know these things. What's wrong?" Song sighed impatiently.
"It's the clouds." He finally spat out.
"Clouds? You're worked up over clouds? Why?" She asked sweetly and sat down beside him, placing a hand over his.
"It means it's going to rain." Zuko ran his free hand through his hair.
"I'm not following you here. What does rain have to do with anthing?"
"In the Fire Nation, rain is a symbol of fertility. It rarely rains, so normally, when it does, it means someone important is pregnant. Now, to figure out whom." Zuko sighed, impatiently.
"Oh, right. Zuko? There's something I forgot to tell you." Song bit her lip, slightly embarrassed. At the moment, a raindrop fell and hit her cheek.
"Song? Are you...?" Zuko began.
"Uh...surprise?" She threw her hands up in the air and shrugged.
Azula: I hate surprises.
Me: Oh well...you won't like this then. We've a test report back from the doctor...
Azula: WHAT!
Me: Just kidding. But seeing as how you may kill me soon, readers, please review!
