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How Cliché [Zuko/Aang, PG]
Title: How Cliche
Author: igrab
Pairing: Zuko/Aang
Written For: subarashiine
Wordcount: 531
Rating: PG
Notes: um, really retarded highschool AU.
Zuko knows him, because he makes it his business to know everyone, and Aang isn't exactly the kind of kid you miss. The rumor mill hadn't had anything new for weeks, and everyone knew the story of the burned-down monastery and its pet orphan, coming to school for the first time. No one had any doubt that he'd be ignorant and uncultured and he probably... ate with his hands, or something. The truth had been much less exciting.
However, that wasn't the question, the question was, why was he here, in detention? In Zuko's detention.
Yes, it was his. Yes, people came and went but Zuko stayed and it was his own little kingdom, everyone knew that. And of course, all the teachers assumed he'd deserved it at some point.
The truth was much less exciting.
No talking in detention. Usually, Zuko loved that rule, but this time, his curiosity itched under his skin and he stared as hard as he could at the back of Aang's stripey blue head. Like he could break the surface and plunge deep into his secrets. Like what he was doing here.
Finally, though, he had to admit that Aang did not possess any freaky telepathy powers (what kind of a monk was he, then?) and, under the pretense of actually doing homework, he managed to scrawl a note on a tiny scroll and slip it down the back of Aang's shirt. He made sure it scraped the skin.
Aang slapped a hand to the back of his neck, centimeters from Zuko's hands. It made him smile; he could almost see the annoyed look on his face - like he was swatting a bug. A really annoying bug named Zuko.
God, he wanted to see how far those tattoos went.
The note said, simply, come on, tell me and Zuko was almost more curious to see if Aang got it at all. He felt something on the back of his neck - like someone breathing on it, ew - and he whipped around, glaring. But there was no one. He had the seat in the back of the room for a reason.
But when he turned back, there was a return scroll in the center of his work. And Aang hadn't moved, or at least, it didn't look like he had at all.
Zuko's lips pressed into a thin, unamused line. But he unfurled it with neat fingers.
same reason as you, i think, and it was the girliest writing that Zuko had ever seen. All loops and things, and no one with a cock dotted their i's with little circles. He shook his head. This was such a bad idea.
we'll find a better place tomorrow.
The park, maybe, or that sunny spot behind the gym that no one knew about. Somewhere where they could talk, and Zuko could say 'I can't stand my sister', and Aang could say 'I hate being alone'. Which was almost the same thing.
looking forward to it.
Author: igrab
Pairing: Zuko/Aang
Written For: subarashiine
Wordcount: 531
Rating: PG
Notes: um, really retarded highschool AU.
Zuko knows him, because he makes it his business to know everyone, and Aang isn't exactly the kind of kid you miss. The rumor mill hadn't had anything new for weeks, and everyone knew the story of the burned-down monastery and its pet orphan, coming to school for the first time. No one had any doubt that he'd be ignorant and uncultured and he probably... ate with his hands, or something. The truth had been much less exciting.
However, that wasn't the question, the question was, why was he here, in detention? In Zuko's detention.
Yes, it was his. Yes, people came and went but Zuko stayed and it was his own little kingdom, everyone knew that. And of course, all the teachers assumed he'd deserved it at some point.
The truth was much less exciting.
No talking in detention. Usually, Zuko loved that rule, but this time, his curiosity itched under his skin and he stared as hard as he could at the back of Aang's stripey blue head. Like he could break the surface and plunge deep into his secrets. Like what he was doing here.
Finally, though, he had to admit that Aang did not possess any freaky telepathy powers (what kind of a monk was he, then?) and, under the pretense of actually doing homework, he managed to scrawl a note on a tiny scroll and slip it down the back of Aang's shirt. He made sure it scraped the skin.
Aang slapped a hand to the back of his neck, centimeters from Zuko's hands. It made him smile; he could almost see the annoyed look on his face - like he was swatting a bug. A really annoying bug named Zuko.
God, he wanted to see how far those tattoos went.
The note said, simply, come on, tell me and Zuko was almost more curious to see if Aang got it at all. He felt something on the back of his neck - like someone breathing on it, ew - and he whipped around, glaring. But there was no one. He had the seat in the back of the room for a reason.
But when he turned back, there was a return scroll in the center of his work. And Aang hadn't moved, or at least, it didn't look like he had at all.
Zuko's lips pressed into a thin, unamused line. But he unfurled it with neat fingers.
same reason as you, i think, and it was the girliest writing that Zuko had ever seen. All loops and things, and no one with a cock dotted their i's with little circles. He shook his head. This was such a bad idea.
we'll find a better place tomorrow.
The park, maybe, or that sunny spot behind the gym that no one knew about. Somewhere where they could talk, and Zuko could say 'I can't stand my sister', and Aang could say 'I hate being alone'. Which was almost the same thing.
looking forward to it.