Drabble: "The Enemy of My Enemy..." [Katara, Zuko, bit of Zuko/Katara, PG]
Title: The Enemy of My Enemy...
Author: sporkyadrasteia
Rating: PG
I wrote this in about five minutes before rushing off to class.
For Irrel's irresistible challenge... (with some inspiration by kirschreich's drabbles). It's meant to take place after the first two of Irrel's comics. XD
Her eyebrow twitched as soon as she had spotted the flash of red in her periphery (that same old fire-engine red shirt every time… doesn't he wear any other colors? It's not as if his parents are particularly lacking in the financial department).
She spun around in her spot as soon as she found the head of his shadow dogging her footsteps in the morning sun.
Zuko immediately raised his arms (and PSP) in horror.
"I'm not going to hurt you."
Katara glared at him, still annoyed over Sunday's incident.
"Listen," Zuko bent over to gingerly place his PSP on the sidewalk, a true sign of his gravity on this matter, "Let's have a truce. I'm not good at dodging your attacks. I-I'm sorry. I shouldn't have… you could have gotten a cold or somethi--"
"--shut up, Zuko," whispered Katara idly, popping the pink gum bubble in her mouth.
"But I said I'm sorry!"
"No, you listen. That jerk, Jet, filled my locker wall-to-wall with pencil shavings. Are you going to help me get him back or are you just going to stand here and blubber like a lost fish?"
"I--uh--well--uh--Sure!" Zuko sputtered, scooping his PSP before sprinting ahead to catch up with his newfound partner-in-crime.
Author: sporkyadrasteia
Rating: PG
I wrote this in about five minutes before rushing off to class.
For Irrel's irresistible challenge... (with some inspiration by kirschreich's drabbles). It's meant to take place after the first two of Irrel's comics. XD
Her eyebrow twitched as soon as she had spotted the flash of red in her periphery (that same old fire-engine red shirt every time… doesn't he wear any other colors? It's not as if his parents are particularly lacking in the financial department).
She spun around in her spot as soon as she found the head of his shadow dogging her footsteps in the morning sun.
Zuko immediately raised his arms (and PSP) in horror.
"I'm not going to hurt you."
Katara glared at him, still annoyed over Sunday's incident.
"Listen," Zuko bent over to gingerly place his PSP on the sidewalk, a true sign of his gravity on this matter, "Let's have a truce. I'm not good at dodging your attacks. I-I'm sorry. I shouldn't have… you could have gotten a cold or somethi--"
"--shut up, Zuko," whispered Katara idly, popping the pink gum bubble in her mouth.
"But I said I'm sorry!"
"No, you listen. That jerk, Jet, filled my locker wall-to-wall with pencil shavings. Are you going to help me get him back or are you just going to stand here and blubber like a lost fish?"
"I--uh--well--uh--Sure!" Zuko sputtered, scooping his PSP before sprinting ahead to catch up with his newfound partner-in-crime.