Fic: A Salute To Heroics (1/2) [Zuko, Katara, PG-13, Zuko/Katara?]
Title: A Salute To Heroics (1/2)
Author: sporkyadrasteia
Rating: PG-13 maybe
A/N: I had an urge to write Bluetara. Only I'm quickly growing tired of fics in which Katara swoons in Zuko's arms. Hence this. :D Oh yeah, and there's a bit of violence. FYI.
See, Katara had been prepared for an event like this. All that time that Aang spent training with Toph freed up time for her to hone specific moves and attacks to improve her style and delivery. She had shifted through the stances, feeling the ebb and flow within the quiet forest.
So, she was ready for those three crazy girls as they attacked her.
The little snag in the whole situation was her whole "tough girl ready to take on the world" image blowing up as she fell and promptly fainted.
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Zuko, on the other hand, hadn't actually been looking for an open confrontation with his sister and her cronies (not that he would be one to run away screaming if she attacked him, please give him some credit at least; it's just that fighting with Azula was not something he wanted to do in this particular "mission").
For him, it had been the same task as it had been with Zhao: slow down the competition.
So far he had successfully removed all the axles from Azula's train-car. That had actually been a lot of fun, with the climax being the total breakdown of the vehicle.
Zuko grinned ear-to-ear from behind his mask as he followed their trail into the forest, aiming for those damned lizards next.
But, when he saw the water peasant girl 's head collide with the side of Mai's boot, even he thought that it had been a bit harsh.
He'd have been the last person to underestimate girls, given that he had often been given the short end of the stick because of his sister, but still. Ouch.
He had a good ten-second window to act, and he used the first five seconds to figure out what the hell to do, so he forgot all his planning and haphazardly leapt out of the bushes, brandishing his swords and only hoping that they contact with at least Azula's face (and maybe even give a scar to match... wouldn't that be fun?).
Swipe, swipe. Plunk, plunk. Plop.
Two lizard head rolled clean off their bodies, while the third lizard tumbled to the ground as its severed leg dropped.
Zuko blinked as the three Fire Nation girls tried to get up from their fallen, bloody beasts and then flipped the water peasant over his shoulder before bolting through the forest cover like a YuuYan archer after a sip of one of those "chi-enhancing" teas.
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The plan had been to keep running until he could get enough distance between an enraged Azula and himself.
It would have helped, however, if he hadn't been so highly aware of how certain parts of the girl's body were bouncing against his back (and since when did it get so hot in this forest? His face was simply burning. Metaphorically speaking).
But then he realized that the water peasant was perfectly capable of walking (and leading him to the Avatar and Co.) once she was aroused.
Roused, Zuko corrected himself with a hiccup.
Author: sporkyadrasteia
Rating: PG-13 maybe
A/N: I had an urge to write Bluetara. Only I'm quickly growing tired of fics in which Katara swoons in Zuko's arms. Hence this. :D Oh yeah, and there's a bit of violence. FYI.
See, Katara had been prepared for an event like this. All that time that Aang spent training with Toph freed up time for her to hone specific moves and attacks to improve her style and delivery. She had shifted through the stances, feeling the ebb and flow within the quiet forest.
So, she was ready for those three crazy girls as they attacked her.
The little snag in the whole situation was her whole "tough girl ready to take on the world" image blowing up as she fell and promptly fainted.
++++++
Zuko, on the other hand, hadn't actually been looking for an open confrontation with his sister and her cronies (not that he would be one to run away screaming if she attacked him, please give him some credit at least; it's just that fighting with Azula was not something he wanted to do in this particular "mission").
For him, it had been the same task as it had been with Zhao: slow down the competition.
So far he had successfully removed all the axles from Azula's train-car. That had actually been a lot of fun, with the climax being the total breakdown of the vehicle.
Zuko grinned ear-to-ear from behind his mask as he followed their trail into the forest, aiming for those damned lizards next.
But, when he saw the water peasant girl 's head collide with the side of Mai's boot, even he thought that it had been a bit harsh.
He'd have been the last person to underestimate girls, given that he had often been given the short end of the stick because of his sister, but still. Ouch.
He had a good ten-second window to act, and he used the first five seconds to figure out what the hell to do, so he forgot all his planning and haphazardly leapt out of the bushes, brandishing his swords and only hoping that they contact with at least Azula's face (and maybe even give a scar to match... wouldn't that be fun?).
Swipe, swipe. Plunk, plunk. Plop.
Two lizard head rolled clean off their bodies, while the third lizard tumbled to the ground as its severed leg dropped.
Zuko blinked as the three Fire Nation girls tried to get up from their fallen, bloody beasts and then flipped the water peasant over his shoulder before bolting through the forest cover like a YuuYan archer after a sip of one of those "chi-enhancing" teas.
++++++
The plan had been to keep running until he could get enough distance between an enraged Azula and himself.
It would have helped, however, if he hadn't been so highly aware of how certain parts of the girl's body were bouncing against his back (and since when did it get so hot in this forest? His face was simply burning. Metaphorically speaking).
But then he realized that the water peasant was perfectly capable of walking (and leading him to the Avatar and Co.) once she was aroused.
Roused, Zuko corrected himself with a hiccup.