AN: King Kong inspired, for electric gurrl.


Theft

Ty Lee walked uncomfortably down the street. She was trying to hide it, trying to hide the fact that her entire world was crumbling, and here she was in Republic City with her hopes and dreams crushed or something along those lines.

She examined the fruit from a vendor that had soaked up the smell of the smoky streets. She ran a finger over each one of them before she found a green apple small enough to steal. And extremely subtly with the sneakiness of a true Kyoshi Warrior and Fire Nation veteran, she slipped it into her lavender coat pocket.

And her hand was immediately grabbed. Fuck.

Ty Lee contemplated her actions as she was grabbed and held in place and definitely threatened with prison even though Ty Lee totally knew the Chief of Police but ─

"Excuse me. I think you dropped this, miss," said a voice that made Ty Lee feel like she had just been punched in the gut.

She turned very slowly to see exactly who she never thought she would again, holding up a copper piece.

The vendor snatched it and golden eyes met Ty Lee's.

Ty Lee went with her, even if that was one of the stupidest things she had ever done. Okay, maybe the stupidest thing she had ever done was let Azula go.

"I don't want to owe you anything," Ty Lee said, and it did not come out quite as she wanted it to.

"Mmm. What if you make up for it now?" Azula asked before she saw Ty Lee's expression. "I didn't mean it that way. I genuinely didn't."

Ty Lee cocked an eyebrow. "Right. Right," because she absolutely knew what Azula was asking for and assuming she would get. "I'm definitely worth more than an apple. But I can give you this."

Kissing in the rain is romantic, Ty Lee decided.

Kissing in the rain is cold and wet, Azula decided.