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01 December 2008 @ 05:49 pm
5 More Zutara Drabbles  
Title: Laconic III
Pairing: Zuko x Katara
Fandom: Avatar the Last Airbender
Genre: General, Romance, Friendship
Rating: PG
Word Count: 839

Out
The door slammed shut; there was no way out.

She clung to him (in a moment of fear, when the walls were closing in). It had been an accident—he knew it too. But that didn’t matter so much when they laced fingers together.

Katara rehearsed words in her head. She prayed, silently, to any deity she could remember (and was surprised that she remembered a lot).

“Will you stop that?” he said.

She would have turned to glare if there were room.

“No. And you stop telling me what to do!”

“I’m not telling you what to do. But I am now. And I’m telling you to stop moving so much.”

“We’re stuck miles underground with your crazy sister at the other end no doubt and that all you an say?”

“Yeah. And…I’m sorry.”

Lock

Sokka played a cruel prank on them today. He locked them up in the attic and tossed the key out.

He found it amusing.

They did not.

-

Ty Lee crippled her pressure points today. And shoved her and Zuko into a closet.

Ty Lee meant it as a joke (very, very funny).

Katara saw it as a declaration of war.

Ty Lee meant no harm. Katara was not appeased.

-

Aang gave him a puzzle today.

And told him (Zuko) that he had to solve it before the next full moon, or otherwise, he (the Avatar) would very, quite, extremely cross.

Zuko saw it as a good-natured nothing.

Aang warned him that it wasn’t.

Zuko would be scared, if he were anyone else.

-

It was a full moon today.

And they found them (Zuko & Katara) sitting together. Just sitting. And for once, they didn’t make anything of it. Just left them be.


Favor

She asked him to tie the sash. He complied (the too intimate gesture). His hands shook as he gathered the watery silk, and he could feel a blushing coming on.

Katara didn’t take notice (pretended not to see) and held on tightly to the mahogany post.

“Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.”

And he left, wondering if it had all been a (bad) dream.

-

At dinner, his hand met hers. And for a moment, it seemed as if something was about to happy. Like they stood on a cliff, about to throw—leap—over the edge.

And he stopped. It had been an accident.

And the blush continued, this time spreading to the roots of his hair.

-

He taught Aang to firebend in the early morning (when the sun was just rising and bursting with new energy).

She finished by tossing Aang into the river at night.

Zuko smirked the first time he saw that. She returned a secret smile back.

Aang was a good student, they just weren’t cut out to teach.

-

As a favor for him (for all the instances she wanted to drown him) she healed Mai.

And dressed her for the celebration. They were friends, and this was how it was supposed to be.

Quiet, at last.


Blush

Aunt Wu was a fortuneteller of a sort. She was an expert in telling people (in playing them). She was a master at elusions. But Aunt Wu never lied (her truths were merely always exaggerated or understated). But Aunt Wu was never wrong.

She had tricks up her sleeves hidden under rocks and inside clouds.

And so, when Aunt Wu promised Katara she would marry a powerful Bender, Aunt Wu made sure she couldn’t be doubted.

“I’m glad to see you survived the war.”

“I had beautiful hands like yours once. And now look at them!”

The old lady laughed and sprouted puffs of smoke with each cackle. She extended her cracked hands and bony fingers for Katara to see.

“I was in love too, once upon a time. He was very handsome too.”

Katara stared into her cup and sees the opaque, orange reflections of a sunset.

“I’m not in love.”

Aunt Wu didn’t reply.

Aunt Wu never lied.

Free

He tied her up to a tree, and for retribution, she tied him up in a noose.

They liked to fondle lives and breaths in these messed up little games.

She tugged at the woven rope but not quite—always stopped before the end. It was a game, a ploy, a diplomatic subterfuge to confuse the other.

An opponent.

A coy, smarting slap and she resonated—head tilted back and laughing—and then, she is home free. Unleashed and wanting.

“More.”

He pulled her close and tasted the thousand-year-old wine hot on her breath (and knew that his was much, much stronger). It’s pungent and biting, like the sound of teeth gnashing or bones crushing.

They kiss. He could feel his heart rumble.

She sucked in air.
 
 
 
trickblu: lovetrickblu on December 2nd, 2008 04:29 am (UTC)
It's nice to see that you are writing more Zutara drabbles. I always remember your username because of your past entries in katara_zuko, all of which are absolutely awesome, by the way.

Blush - I have imagined a similar scene happening between Katara and Aunt Wu. I'm glad to see I'm not the only one :)

Favor - The very beginning gave me this wonderfully vivid image of Zuko and Katara that just left my heart twisting in the strangest way.

Free - Wow, that was hot in such a wrong way. All of it. I loved it.

Thank you for posting these. You have made my Monday. ♥
Y U no auto-translate?lye_tea on December 2nd, 2008 04:37 am (UTC)
Thank you. :)
Alice: sayajitenshiyaki on December 2nd, 2008 10:00 pm (UTC)
All around wonderful! I was scrolling back up to see the name of my favorite one and suddenly I forgot because they were all so great! :D

Hmmm hmm my Zutara fanart muse is getting reawakened. xD
Y U no auto-translate?lye_tea on December 3rd, 2008 12:35 am (UTC)
Zutara fanart is always good. :3
fadedelegancefadedelegance on December 3rd, 2008 02:35 am (UTC)
Blush was my fave. It gave me warm fuzzy feelings. :-D