Also for Zutara100. I've been in a writing mood, but I'm having writer's block for Superstition. Sorry! And remember, reviews make me happy! So make me happy!
Prompt: #80 - Weapon
Word Count: 430
Rating: G
A/N: It's Zutara, I swear. And thanks to Jane for helping me out with this one!
"Um, Aang," Sokka asked cautiously, keeping his distance from the Avatar. "What are you doing?"
Aang stopped for a moment, catching his breath before speaking. "I'm learning how to use swords," he said, raising his two swords in the air.
"Why?" Sokka raised an eyebrow in question; Aang had never shown an interest in weapons other than bending before this, so what was going on?
To his surprise, the twelve-year-old blushed, mumbling something under his breath that Sokka couldn't hear. "I, uh, I just think that, y'know, being the Avatar and all, I should... learn to protect myself!" Aang proclaimed shakily, a guilty expression on his face.
"Uh-huh. With two swords at once. Don't you think you should try to learn with just one sword first?"
"No! I have to use two!" Aang insisted, looking slightly upset. "If I don't use two, then there's no point!"
Sokka rubbed the back of his head. "Aang, did I miss something? What's so important about learning how to use two swords?"
The younger boy blushed again, stabbing one sword into the ground and leaning against it. "Well," he started, looking nervous. "You remember Jet, right?"
"How could I forget?" Sokka asked incredulously. "He almost washed out a village!"
"But remember how much Katara liked him?" Aang's blush was getting worse with every word he spoke.
"Yeah," he admitted, making a face. " Before she froze him to a tree, anyway. Where are you going with this?"
"Okay, and you know how the Blue Spirit used two swords, that time he rescued Katara?" Aang felt slightly guilty upon saying this—he hadn't told Sokka and Katara that the Blue Spirit was really Zuko yet.
"She wouldn't shut up about it for days!" Sokka reminisced. Suddenly, realization dawned upon him, and his eyes grew wide. "Don't tell me you're risking killing yourself with those stupid swords just to get my sister to like you."
Aang's tomato-red blush was enough of an answer to make Sokka groan and hit himself in the forehead.
"Aang, she's not gonna like you if you're dead!" Sokka exclaimed, making a move towards Aang but freezing upon hearing a rustling behind him in the bushes.
"What are you two doing?" Katara asked sternly. "You should be helping me look for dinner. And Aang, don't play with swords, you'll hurt yourself." Finished with giving her motherly advice, she promptly turned around and disappeared into the foliage.
Aang sighed, looking thoroughly downtrodden, dropped the swords.
"So," Sokka began after a few moments of unconformable silence. "Where'd you get the swords?"