so here we go Lovelys. My first chapter without already written content. wish me luck. Please comment. Any help is welcome >.<
Rage burns in my chest, and I glare daggers into Sokka's face.
"Why are you trying to send me BACK!?" My hands clench into fists, and he shrugs.
"You can't take care of yourself unless you have water. That isn't safe. What if you have NONE next time. You almost died. I can't let that happen again."
My voice leaves me, but before the urge to punch Sokka in the face gets too big, Zuko walks up.
I turn from him, pain biting through the anger. He hasn't even talked to me since he kissed me.
Did I do something wrong? Did he hate it? Toph said it stopped his heart, but what if she was wrong?
"What's wrong, Sokka?" His deep voice is honey on my nerves, but a pique of pain strikes when he still doesn't talk to me.
"I'm sending her home." Sokka keeps it short and sweet, but instead of reacting like I would have liked him to, Zuko just nods.
"Why? You have to have a reason to send home our best healer." 'Best Healer' runs through my head.
Why am I getting butterflies for such a simple complement? It's so...weak.
"She can't protect herself with out water. What if we don't have any and she gets attacked. What then?" His voice gets hard again, and I can se the stubborn set in his jaw.
"What if she could protect herself? If I train her to fight with a sword, so she could defend against attack, would you let her stay?"
I want to pipe in and say he has no say to 'let' me stay, but realize this is Zuko defending me, and if he has to train me, he as to interact with me.
A plan hatches in my mind, and I step to level with Zuko, "Yeah. What if I learned to sword fight? Zuko is the best swordsman we've encountered, except for your teacher. Please, brother?"
I give him my best, most sweetest smile, and I watch as he cracks.
"Fine. But if you get hurt again, you're on the first Appa to the tribe."
Sokka stalks off, grumpy from losing our argument, and I turn to Zuko.
"Thank you." I smile, and my heart stutters when he gives me a crooked grin.
"Don't thank me yet. You'll hate me before the night's over. Meet me in the clearing in an hour. We start training now."
He starts to turn, but I lay a hand on his arm. When he faces me again, I surprise him with a short, but tight, hug around his neck.
The way I have to pull him down makes his hair fall into his eyes, and I can't help but brush a strand away.
"Thank you. Really. That was...that was sweet and perfect."
I saunter away, giggling at my plan, and glad of the way he watches me walk away, still rooted to the spot in surprise.
I mumble under my breath, "I may hate you, but you're going to love me by the time I'm done with you."
I throw my head back and laugh, slipping into my tent to get my outfit for training.