Still on a roll! And Fulcrum 101 I just saw your review when I was posting this update. I will definitely give that one a try! Thanks for the idea! QTZ
It was summer in the Fire Nation. Or as its citizens called it, Hell on Agni's Earth. Aang and his good friends, Sokka, Katara and Suki were nervous and excited about visiting their friend Prince Zuko in his homeland.
"Whatever you do, don't mention being ANYTHING political," warned the young man through text when a black, stretch limousine appeared in front of the airport.
At least six, heavily armed soldiers came to assist them with their luggage.
"I'm fine, Gentlemen!" Insisted Aang, clutching his bag like his life depended on it.
A slender, pale leg emerged from the vehicle, black red bottom, Christian Louboutin, heels tapped the concrete as the friends' eyes moved from the woman's small kneecaps, before they disappeared under a black pencil skirt that covered part of a blood, red buttoned shirt, cuffed at the elbows and hiding the smallest torso anyone had ever seen, leaving just enough cleavage to make the mind wonder.
"Whoa…" Gasped Sokka, breathlessly. "Zuko, please tell me that's not your mother?"
The prince grit his teeth. Instead of speaking, he told the gang to wait at the door while he spoke with his sister.
"Sister!" Cried Sokka. "I'm in love…"
Suki rolled her eyes, using her beloved golden fan to bat away the heat from the intense sun. "She's cute, I guess".
"Yeah, for a Fire girl," agreed Katara, scoffing. "But she's a total bitch I heard".
Aang bit his lip at his ex-girlfriend's obscene language. "Come on, Guys. We haven't even met her, yet," he insisted. "Maybe she's friendly".
Throwing an arm around Aang's shoulder, Sokka exclaimed. "Yes! Always the optimist, Little Bro! Hopefully, very friendly. If you know what I mean".
Aang removed his arm carefully, choking a growl. "No, I don't," he hissed.
Sokka shrugged the comment away and kept his eyes glued on the beauty approaching with their friend.
"Everyone, this is my sister. Azula," said Prince Zuko, obvious disdain in his voice.
Azula raised an eyebrow at the group. "Geez, Zuzu, I know your grades weren't stellar, but at least you got into a division one school. What are you doing with these losers?"
"Excuse me!" growled Katara, her hands finding her hips. "And where do you go to school? I'm sure it doesn't top Ba Sing Se University".
Azula laughed haughtily. "Harvard". She said with a smirk.
Instead of waiting for a reply that would not have come anyway, Zuko's sister beckoned for them to follow her.
They all piled into the car along with the six uniformed soldiers. "Move it, Sugar Queen," said the Fire Nation's princess pointing to a seat next to her brother.
Katara pouted as she moved from her place next to her ex-boyfriend, whom she hoped to coax back into her life as he was the top Pro-Bending Collegiate player in the four countries and was destined to go into the history books one day. Scoffing, she settled next to the prince, who gave a shy smile.
Ugh! Thought Katara as the car was whisked away.
"Lights, Gentlemen!" Called the princess.
The car filled with gasps as the lights were dimmed and only their faces were illuminated by the way too few streetlights.
"Come on, Azula, it's not like seeing Dad isn't scary enough," said Zuko, though he did think that he felt a slight grasp on his knee from Suki. Shaking the thought from his mind, he glared at his sister who paid him no mind as she seemed to be chatting it up with Mr. Probender of the year.
"I just adore your tattoos. Did they hurt?" She asked, making him blush with a chuckle.
"A little," he said.
"Are they all over your body?" Asked the woman, sweetly.
Katara was fuming as she watched the two flirt endlessly.
"The meatheads always get the girls," mumbled Sokka with his arms crossed, pouting.
"Problem, water girl?" Cooed Princess Azula before leaning over to whisper sweet nothings into Aang's ear that made him blush beet red.
"Yeah," said Prince Zuko on her behalf. "Why don't you just fuck him already".
The group laughed loudly, waiting for a response. Aang's eyes bulged and a small hand that obviously wasn't his lifted from his lap.
"Oh, Dear Brother, you're always so late to the party. We have already and it seems my boyfriend is stiffening for more".
