The Color Red ch. 9 by DefyGravity2502, literature
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The Color Red ch. 9
The next day proceeded normally, in the eyes of the Gaang. Breakfast was served, and in the brief period of relaxation that followed, Sokka illustrated the day's plan for them.
Good thing Toph was blind. Zuko and Katara were giving off so many different vibrations, even though they sat at opposite ends of the courtyard, that Toph wanted to butt their heads together and tell them to shut up.
She had barely gotten any sleep last night because of those two. It was unforgiveable. She tuned back in to Sokka, if only to take her mind off the two benders giving her so much strife (and they didn't even know it, the bastards).
"To start off the day
The water hammers at my head as I take my weapon of choice and cut myself open.
If I put my hands over my ears (not that I can at the moment--the whole cut-open thing) the water spewing from the showerhead turns into a waterfall roaring over my poor, abused head.
I grit my teeth and turn back to the task at hand. Over and over, I graze the razor over my shivering leg, killing skin cells and bleeding, bleeding, bleeding.
Up my shins, caution with the knees, and quickly over the thighs to prevent goosebumps.
Bleeding, bleeding, bleeding.
My legs burn in protest; this isn't natural. Nature wants hair on my legs.
You don't.
But thanks to t
The Color Red ch. 8 by DefyGravity2502, literature
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The Color Red ch. 8
It had been a long, long day, and all Zuko wanted was to sleep. He prayed to Agni he would have no dreams, especially of the play.
The play.
It confused him to no end. He knew it was nowhere near accurate, of course.
So why did he kind of want it to be?
He swore silently and told himself that thinking these kinds of thoughts was not going to help him fall asleep. Remembering tricks his uncle had taught him, Zuko slowed his breathing until he slipped into a light doze.
And then the mighty dragon was awoken from his slumber by mere footsteps. The house was a bit old, and the floors creaked. So did the doors.
Curiosity won over his annoyan
The Color Red ch. 7 by DefyGravity2502, literature
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The Color Red ch. 7
"Oh yes...Earth, sweet earth," Toph moaned, jumping off Appa to greet the sandy ground. "I hate flying," she declared, her voice muffled by the sand. Appa grunted and gently swat the girl with his tail. The rest of the Gaang laughed tiredly, each taking his or her things and getting off Appa a similar manner.
"Here we are," Zuko said, gesturing towards the looming house behind them. "The Royal Vacation House."
Tired as they were, the five other friends gave various exclamations of awe and amazement.
"It's so beautiful..."
"Talk about getting away from it all!"
"Real beds..."
"You must've had a lot of fun here as a kid, Zuko!" Aang excla
The Color Red ch. 6 by DefyGravity2502, literature
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The Color Red ch. 6
"I guess we should head back."
"...Yeah, you're right. Let's go."
They packed up in silence, stealing glances at each other, but never making eye contact. What had happened just moments before was both awkward yet special. Triumphant yet not. Different but in a good way. Katara shivered at the new feelings blossoming within her. She had said it; she forgave him. She forgave everything and anything that needed to be forgiven. And maybe, just maybe, she was beginning to trust him more. More than just an ally.
Likewise, Zuko was having similar musings as he tied their few supplies to Appa's saddle. He had to stop from grinning at the step the
Fire and fire clashed around her, a sight she did not expect to see in her lifetime. But there he was, fighting his own nation, his own family, his own little sister. There he was, unleashing all the power he had in hopes of stopping one of the deadliest firebenders in the Fire Nation.
And there she was, doing NOTHING. She had protested of course but he had vehemently refused to let her help. But standing helplessly aside, she had to wonder if she was doing the right thing.
Her breath caught as she watched him block jets of blue fire with a protective wall of his own, bright orange flames, tinged with yellow and red. In an almost sick, twis
"HAPPY BIRTHDAY ZUKO!!" Two friends of an angry punk boy shouted. Zuko, the glaring, but secretly happy punk in question just shrugged and shifted on the couch he was sitting on.
"Come on Sparky, we just said happy birthday. You're supposed to say something like thank you," Toph punched her friend in annoyance. The younger girl had her black hair pulled back in a pony tail and was wearing cargo shorts and a green t-shirt with the words "THE ROCK" on it. The huge headphones she almost always wore were around her neck and for once, there was no music blasting from them.
"Last time I checked, you don't punch people on their birthday."
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