[Fic]: Fishing Trip
Title: Fishing Trip
Fandom: Avatar: the Last Airbender
Characters: Long Feng; Alak, Lanh, and Chatri (OCs)
Rating: G/K
Word Count: 480
Summary: Long Feng takes an enforced break with the Dai Li trainees shortly before the Avatar arrives in Ba Sing Se.
When something big splashed, Long Feng peeked out from underneath the brim of his hat.
"Lanh!" Chatri roared, standing waist-deep in the water.
Lanh laughed racuously. "You look better wet, man."
Chatri roared again and lunged at the older trainee, pulling him into the lake with him. When their tussling disturbed his boat, Long Feng lifted the hat entirely off his face to look at them.
The two boys froze.
"If this is how you two fish," Long Feng said, "it's no wonder you don't catch anything."
Chatri, at least, had the decency to look abashed.
Long Feng replaced his hat and had a peaceful thirty seconds before another splash indicated that Alak had been pulled in the water too.
He sighed and looked up again to see Alak emerge from the water, looking nothing so much like a sulking catsquirrel. The trainees, it seemed, had a hard time grasping the concept of 'fishing'. "Lanh..."
The Lower Ring boy was the picture of innocence. "I thought we should match."
Chatri dunked him under the water, and Alak sulked his way back to the shoreline. Lanh splashed to the surface, heaving Chatri on his shoulders before tossing him into the water again.
Beneath his hat, Long Feng smiled at Chatri jumped on top of the older boy. So long as they didn't drown or disturb his boat, Long Feng didn't mind the tussling.
The horseplay continued until the exhausted pair joined Alak on the shore, Chatri tugging Long Feng's boat with them. "You could help, you know," he growled at Lanh.
"Sorry," said the older boy cheerfully. "My hands are full."
Long Feng raised an eyebrow when he realised Lanh was carrying a fish.
"I am the greatest pickpocket in the world," he said in reply to the eyebrow.
"Fish don't have pockets," Chatri pointed out, tying off the boat.
"I know. It was in yours."
"...I hate you."
Long Feng hid a smile. Perhaps Hyo had been right to send them on this little trip. For one thing, it was providing a valuable insight on the three trainees.
For another, he rarely got the chance to nap.
Alak and Chatri both took off their tunics, wringing the garments out then hanging them to dry on a rock Lanh provided them. The pickpocket, it seemed, was content to remain in his wet clothes, as he merely shrugged in response to Long Feng's assessing glance and tossed his prize in the bucket.
It had been a long time since the Dai Li had had a man like Lanh. He wondered idly what Thanh would make of the boy. Clearly, all three of them needed to be introduced to the former Dai Li captain.
He would arrange the meeting when he returned to his office, he decided. That should be interesting.
He dropped the hat back over his face and closed his eyes.
Fandom: Avatar: the Last Airbender
Characters: Long Feng; Alak, Lanh, and Chatri (OCs)
Rating: G/K
Word Count: 480
Summary: Long Feng takes an enforced break with the Dai Li trainees shortly before the Avatar arrives in Ba Sing Se.
When something big splashed, Long Feng peeked out from underneath the brim of his hat.
"Lanh!" Chatri roared, standing waist-deep in the water.
Lanh laughed racuously. "You look better wet, man."
Chatri roared again and lunged at the older trainee, pulling him into the lake with him. When their tussling disturbed his boat, Long Feng lifted the hat entirely off his face to look at them.
The two boys froze.
"If this is how you two fish," Long Feng said, "it's no wonder you don't catch anything."
Chatri, at least, had the decency to look abashed.
Long Feng replaced his hat and had a peaceful thirty seconds before another splash indicated that Alak had been pulled in the water too.
He sighed and looked up again to see Alak emerge from the water, looking nothing so much like a sulking catsquirrel. The trainees, it seemed, had a hard time grasping the concept of 'fishing'. "Lanh..."
The Lower Ring boy was the picture of innocence. "I thought we should match."
Chatri dunked him under the water, and Alak sulked his way back to the shoreline. Lanh splashed to the surface, heaving Chatri on his shoulders before tossing him into the water again.
Beneath his hat, Long Feng smiled at Chatri jumped on top of the older boy. So long as they didn't drown or disturb his boat, Long Feng didn't mind the tussling.
The horseplay continued until the exhausted pair joined Alak on the shore, Chatri tugging Long Feng's boat with them. "You could help, you know," he growled at Lanh.
"Sorry," said the older boy cheerfully. "My hands are full."
Long Feng raised an eyebrow when he realised Lanh was carrying a fish.
"I am the greatest pickpocket in the world," he said in reply to the eyebrow.
"Fish don't have pockets," Chatri pointed out, tying off the boat.
"I know. It was in yours."
"...I hate you."
Long Feng hid a smile. Perhaps Hyo had been right to send them on this little trip. For one thing, it was providing a valuable insight on the three trainees.
For another, he rarely got the chance to nap.
Alak and Chatri both took off their tunics, wringing the garments out then hanging them to dry on a rock Lanh provided them. The pickpocket, it seemed, was content to remain in his wet clothes, as he merely shrugged in response to Long Feng's assessing glance and tossed his prize in the bucket.
It had been a long time since the Dai Li had had a man like Lanh. He wondered idly what Thanh would make of the boy. Clearly, all three of them needed to be introduced to the former Dai Li captain.
He would arrange the meeting when he returned to his office, he decided. That should be interesting.
He dropped the hat back over his face and closed his eyes.