#034 Attack
Author: Foxfire Inari
Prompt: #034 Attack
Title: No, Not Zuko!
Word Count: 290
Rating: K
Author's Note: Yeah, this is total crack!Fic, I couldn't help myself. Sorry if this sucks! Oh, and as always, comments and critique are welcome!
Creak
“Mrph.”
Thud
Uncle Iroh paused in the dimly lit hallway near the doors he knew led to his beloved nephew’s chamber. Grey brows knitted together in concentration as he listened to the sounds coming from the room intently. A creak and a high-pitched giggle sounded from behind the door. “Ah.” A look of understanding spread across the old general’s features, but he did not move from his spot near the door.
Yet another thud sounded, followed by a grunt-which could have only come from Zuko-and another feminine giggle. The bed squeaked loudly and was followed by a grunt, a short shout of protest and more laughter from both parties. Uncle Iroh’s previously pleasant expression evaporated into a worried frown. “Surely, he isn’t …”
After a particularly loud squeak of the bed and a shout Iroh threw open the doors to Zuko’s chamber. “Zuko! What are you …!” He paused at the sight of feathers covering the floor and floating lazily throughout the air. On the bed stood the water-bender girl, towering above Zuko with a pillow poised for attack above her head, ready to beat down her opponent. Zuko stood on the floor before Katara with his pillow in mid-swing at her midsection. Both paused in the middle of their attack to look expectantly to Iroh. “Ah, ha ha. What are you doing later? I’d love for you both to join me for tea,” he finished lamely, and not a little nervously.
“We would love to,” Katara answered with a small bow. As Iroh shut the door he heard Katara finally launch he attack on Zuko’s unsuspecting head.
“Kids. They will be the death of me.” Uncle Iroh wiped a small bead of sweat from his brow.
Prompt: #034 Attack
Title: No, Not Zuko!
Word Count: 290
Rating: K
Author's Note: Yeah, this is total crack!Fic, I couldn't help myself. Sorry if this sucks! Oh, and as always, comments and critique are welcome!
Creak
“Mrph.”
Thud
Uncle Iroh paused in the dimly lit hallway near the doors he knew led to his beloved nephew’s chamber. Grey brows knitted together in concentration as he listened to the sounds coming from the room intently. A creak and a high-pitched giggle sounded from behind the door. “Ah.” A look of understanding spread across the old general’s features, but he did not move from his spot near the door.
Yet another thud sounded, followed by a grunt-which could have only come from Zuko-and another feminine giggle. The bed squeaked loudly and was followed by a grunt, a short shout of protest and more laughter from both parties. Uncle Iroh’s previously pleasant expression evaporated into a worried frown. “Surely, he isn’t …”
After a particularly loud squeak of the bed and a shout Iroh threw open the doors to Zuko’s chamber. “Zuko! What are you …!” He paused at the sight of feathers covering the floor and floating lazily throughout the air. On the bed stood the water-bender girl, towering above Zuko with a pillow poised for attack above her head, ready to beat down her opponent. Zuko stood on the floor before Katara with his pillow in mid-swing at her midsection. Both paused in the middle of their attack to look expectantly to Iroh. “Ah, ha ha. What are you doing later? I’d love for you both to join me for tea,” he finished lamely, and not a little nervously.
“We would love to,” Katara answered with a small bow. As Iroh shut the door he heard Katara finally launch he attack on Zuko’s unsuspecting head.
“Kids. They will be the death of me.” Uncle Iroh wiped a small bead of sweat from his brow.