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Hahaha. Come on, this has to be an original idea. Am I right?
This will probably be a part of three drabbles. So this is, 1 of 3.
"Pick up the pace and stop complaining Zuzu."
"Don't call me that!"
The firebender sat down, bowl of fruit in one hand and a drink in the other. Zuko grumbled curses and names under his breath, ones that if she had heard, he probably would be dead by now. But the waterbender just smirked, and Zuko could have sworn this girl was crazy.
Stupid bets.
Stupid girls.
Stupid girls that drive me insane.
He blinked and shut his eyes in attempt to calm himself down, and to keep himself from hurting anyone. Specifically the smiling waterbender right in front of him. It had happened less than an hour ago...
"Hey Zuko, let's make a bet."
"Alright Katara. What is it?"
"Race to the tree."
He paused, thinking about it. Race? Why, he was positive that he could win that with his hands tied behind his back. He could already imagine the feeling of his victory and the humility of the poor girl.
"What's the bet on?"
"Who ever loses has to be the other ones personal slave for the day."
"It's on peasant."
Okay. So he was wrong. He'll admit it.
But really, he swore, it wasn't his fault.
He never saw her foot kick him right-where-it-hurts and then run off laughing to the finish line. Leaving him in extreme pain. And the way Sokka and Toph were laughing at him, really didn't help the matter.
So that's why he was wearing only his pants, with a lacy apron, feeding berries into that cheating waterbender's mouth.