Day 6: Family
Genres: Family/Humor
Rating: K
Setting: Fire Nation Royal Palace
"And one, two, three, one, two three, yes, that's it," Ursa smiled encouragingly.
Azula would never admit it, but she didn't hate ballroom dancing with her brother. Learning to dance was a lot like learning firebending katas, and needless to say, she had a natural proclivity for it. Zuzu, on the other hand, was not so lucky.
"Ow!" the young princess hissed. "Stop stepping on my toes!"
"I didn't mean to!"
"Zuko, don't look at the floor," Ursa suggested. "Azula, don't tense your shoulders."
"I wouldn't be so tense if Zuzu stopped crushing my feet."
The young prince huffed, accidentally stepping on them again.
"Ow, see!"
"He's not doing it on purpose, dear."
Azula growled in annoyance before forcing her foot down onto her brother's, smirking sadistically.
"What the heck, Azula?!" he barked.
"I'm not doing it on purpose," she said mockingly.
"Okay, that's it. Dance lesson over." Ursa had had enough of her kids constant bickering. "You two will learn to behave."
The fire siblings waited nervously as they watched their mother leave the ballroom, wondering what their punishment was going to be. When she returned, she was holding a large, unsightly shirt of a commoner.
"This is your get-along shirt."
The children exchanged puzzled glances.
"Now stand closer and raise your arms."
After the kids did as instructed, Ursa forced the shirt over their heads and arms. Sharing the neck and both sleeves, they were very much stuck together.
"You can come out when you two learn to get along," Ursa grinned triumphantly.
The siblings pouted.
"I hate you," Zuko murmured.
"I hate you more."
After fuming in silence for several minutes, the little princess lightly tapped her brother's foot with hers. He was irritated at first but then reciprocated the action. The two burst out giggling.