Recipe For Disaster
Me: Okay everyone, let's talk for a second. The chapters are going to be relatively short. I won't make them to extensively long.
Ty Lee: But every now and again Para may make a longer chapter. Enjoy this one!
Me: And remember, I do not own Avatar.
The Boys Interfere
Everyone in Omashu knew that King Bumi had a thing for kids in love. That, and he couldn't resist a nice, tasty wager. When he was just arriving the Four Nations Peace Conference and heard of General Iroh's scrumpcious bet to make the young Fire Lord and a Southern Water Tribe lady ambassador fall in love, he couldn't help but want to place a bet against Iroh. And interfere just a tad. He knew the good general would.
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"SOKKA! SOKKA! WHERE ARE YOU?" Katara screamed at the top of her lungs from her new chambers.
The doors flew open and in entered a seventeen year old Sokka, with his hair down and missing his shirt.
"What's wrong Katara?" He spinned around, with his machete and boomerang in hand. "Is Zuko bothering you? I'll kick his--"
"No. Worse!" She interrupted. Katara's thick, wavy hair was out of her braid and she was in her undergarments.
"What could be worse than that?" He asked, lowering his machete and boomerang, and closed the door.
"Mom's necklace is gone!" She cried, burrying her face in her hands.
In the distance, a quiet cackle could be heard by a nosy tea-loving general.
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"Fire Lord Zuko! Look what I found on the ground, near the courtyards!" Iroh cried, entering the throne room and handing the necklace to him. "I believe its Lady Katara's."
But Iroh did not have to tell him whose it was. Zuko knew the feeling of the soft blue leather strap all to well, as did he the carved lines on the icy blue glass on the strap.
"What do you propose I do with it?" Zuko asked, holding it away from himself, as if it carried a contamination or had an awful odor.
"She has been searching the palace all day. Perhaps have the decency to return it to her and there will be less tension between the two of you." Iroh suggested, a plan that she would be forever in his gratitude.
"No way. You give it to her. She'd come up with the crazy notion that I stole the necklace just so-"
"YOU STOLE MY NECKLACE!" Came a cry from the entrance of the throne room. The room became quiet as a furious sixteen year old girl stalked through the room, marching up to Zuko's chair and snatching the necklace from him.
Iroh's face fell. His plan so far was not going well. The room became utterly silent, you could hear the soft wind outside blowing. That is, until a loud slapping sound came from a dark-skinned hand smacking a pale cheek with two gold eyes shocked and a set of blue ones furious.
"Hmph!" She hissed, then stormed away, tying her dark blue necklace back around her slim throat and muttering the longest string of swear words Zuko had ever heard of.
In the background, a silent cackle could be heard by an earthbending king, insisting he saw her necklace in the throne room.
Me: Hahaha...those naughty boys. Bumi vs. Iroh...who will win?
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