Zuko was surprised when Saeri had given up on the argument of giving him a makeover. It had been all that she had been speaking of for the past week – ever since he had been conjured into this caffeine-filled world. He wondered how the people who lived here were able to sleep when they had so much caffeine every day.
Or maybe that was just Saeri. Every day, she had four cans of root beer (usually Barq's, but sometimes A&W), an iced tea, a hot tea, and a steaming mug of hot chocolate topped with whipped cream. He occasionally accepted hot tea, because it reminded him of his uncle, but most of the time he abstained. Saeri was always so energetic that it scared him – it was most certainly a product of all the caffeine she consumed.
Today had been one of the rare times he had had a cup of tea before bed, and he found himself unable to sleep. He decided that from now on, he would only drink tea in the mornings.
He heard his door creak. He flinched.
"…Saeri? Is that you?" he asked nervously.
There was no reply, except a rude noise.
Thump!
Zuko's first instinct was to run. But then he realized that the intruder was blocking the door. Besides, warriors didn't run away.
Thump!
Zuko shivered. Wait…he was a firebender! He could burn the criminal to ashes! Wait. No, he couldn't. He couldn't firebend in this world.
Thump!
He tried to think desperately. He couldn't beat the person in a fight – he had never been good at martial arts – he struggled with even the most basic set. The only thing that he could think of was to beg and plead for his life, however disgraceful that option was.
Thump!
He saw an enormous shadow hovering over him.
Then he passed out.
Author's Note: I don't usually drink that much caffeine. "Usually" being the operative word. Oh, and I'm not enormous. I'm actually quite small. Well, I'm average-sized. But I'm not enormous. So…who can it possibly be? cackles
