Then and Now
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Avatar - The Last Airbender › Slash - Male/Male › Sokka/Zuko
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Adult +
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2
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6
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Now, Part One
Chapter Two: Now, Part One
Sokka slid down into the warm water waiting for him inside the cool tub. Sighing delightfully, the teen relaxed against the porcelin as the gentle tune of, some rock band, Greenday he thought, played on his small radio that sat next to one of the clawed feet of the fancy tub. He didn't really like the thing. It never got enough reception. But his younger sister refused to allow him the plug-in radio because she feared for his life. (With good reason.) Thus he was stuck with the battery powered piece of crap.
But, oh, did he have the last laugh. Everytime he used it, he cleverly swtiched it from her "Public Access Feminist Wannabe Jazz" station, to his "Alternative Rock".
Content, Sokka tapped his tan hand against the bright white surface of the tub, the silver rings he wore clicking against it in time. He even began to hum along.
Outside, in the family room, Katara stood infront of the mirror that hung by its square, gold frame next to the door. She brushed out her soft, brown hair, then pulled it back into a ponytail with a scrunchie, huffing as, inevitably, two loose clumps of hair fell in front of her eyes.
Suddenly the door handle jiggled. Se raised her brow and stared at it, unable to move fast enough and getting the knob jabbed into her stomach as the intruder entered."Ugh!" She moaned, clutching her abdomen as she stumbled backward. She glared upward at a familiar face. "Zuko!!"
The pale boy blinked, then rolled his eyes, going into the dining area of the medium-sized apartment. "I'm not home two seconds and I'm already getting bitched at." He sighed overdramaticly, setting the heavy bag of groceries he carried on the table.
"Must I remind you that you technically don't live here?" Katara spat with the same sort of regard she had for her brother when he ticked her off.
"Must I remind -you- that you technically don't have the athority to toss me out?" Zuko smirked.
Katara smiled a little. Ever since Zuko's dad threw him out Katara and Sokka had taken the teen in. After all, thier father was never really around anyway, always off being the Ambassador. This time it was America, next week India. Zuko usually stayed with Sokka in what used to be the sibling's shared room, while Katara slept in thier dad's rarely used room. The three never really told Hakoda how "close" the two boy's were, but somehow Katara knew he already knew. Dad was like that. But Zuko was right, Sokka was the one who would decide whether or not his boyfriend got to stay or go. (Not that she'd really ever kick him out anyway.)
The girl wandered over to the kitchen and began her usual inspection of Zuko's choices. "Apples,good, soymilk, good, pastries?" She raised a brow at him.
He grinned. She rolled her eyes and continued pilfering. "Hey! Where are my mangos?!"
"They're out of season?" Zuko shrugged, shoving his hands into his jean's pockets, not before brushing a hand through his short, black hair. He stepped away from the dining room and towards the bathroom, leaving Katara shaking her head.
She refused to think that Zuko couldn't find ANY mangoes in any of the outdoor markets, during the summer, in Tucson(1).It seemed that Zuko's paranoia once again won over, and he yet again didn't even bother going. She sighed and began unloading the bag. It was so frustrating herefused to let her or Sokka go shopping, and yet his claustrophobia kept him from getting most of the things on her list. Then again, he could brave the desert summer sun better than anyone, which she found ironic for how pale the guy was.
Zuko ignored Katara's huffing and puffing over her fruit to turn his attention to a sweet little "fruit" of his own. He carefully opened the door, trying not to make a sound as he slipped into the bathroom. There, soaking in the tub was the lean, tanned (not to mention dead sexy) form of his lover. He stifled a laugh as Sokka began to sing along to some ska band. Well, he half-sung, half-hummed the parts he couldn't keep up with.
Zuko carefully approached Sokka, kneeling next to the tub, carefull not to disturb the radio. He paused a second, then leaned in, capturing Sokka's singing lips with his own.
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(1) In the "Now" world, I like to imagine our little crew is in Arizona. Is that so wrong? Sokka and Katara came from Russia with thier dad. I swear this will make sense later!
Sokka slid down into the warm water waiting for him inside the cool tub. Sighing delightfully, the teen relaxed against the porcelin as the gentle tune of, some rock band, Greenday he thought, played on his small radio that sat next to one of the clawed feet of the fancy tub. He didn't really like the thing. It never got enough reception. But his younger sister refused to allow him the plug-in radio because she feared for his life. (With good reason.) Thus he was stuck with the battery powered piece of crap.
But, oh, did he have the last laugh. Everytime he used it, he cleverly swtiched it from her "Public Access Feminist Wannabe Jazz" station, to his "Alternative Rock".
Content, Sokka tapped his tan hand against the bright white surface of the tub, the silver rings he wore clicking against it in time. He even began to hum along.
Outside, in the family room, Katara stood infront of the mirror that hung by its square, gold frame next to the door. She brushed out her soft, brown hair, then pulled it back into a ponytail with a scrunchie, huffing as, inevitably, two loose clumps of hair fell in front of her eyes.
Suddenly the door handle jiggled. Se raised her brow and stared at it, unable to move fast enough and getting the knob jabbed into her stomach as the intruder entered."Ugh!" She moaned, clutching her abdomen as she stumbled backward. She glared upward at a familiar face. "Zuko!!"
The pale boy blinked, then rolled his eyes, going into the dining area of the medium-sized apartment. "I'm not home two seconds and I'm already getting bitched at." He sighed overdramaticly, setting the heavy bag of groceries he carried on the table.
"Must I remind you that you technically don't live here?" Katara spat with the same sort of regard she had for her brother when he ticked her off.
"Must I remind -you- that you technically don't have the athority to toss me out?" Zuko smirked.
Katara smiled a little. Ever since Zuko's dad threw him out Katara and Sokka had taken the teen in. After all, thier father was never really around anyway, always off being the Ambassador. This time it was America, next week India. Zuko usually stayed with Sokka in what used to be the sibling's shared room, while Katara slept in thier dad's rarely used room. The three never really told Hakoda how "close" the two boy's were, but somehow Katara knew he already knew. Dad was like that. But Zuko was right, Sokka was the one who would decide whether or not his boyfriend got to stay or go. (Not that she'd really ever kick him out anyway.)
The girl wandered over to the kitchen and began her usual inspection of Zuko's choices. "Apples,good, soymilk, good, pastries?" She raised a brow at him.
He grinned. She rolled her eyes and continued pilfering. "Hey! Where are my mangos?!"
"They're out of season?" Zuko shrugged, shoving his hands into his jean's pockets, not before brushing a hand through his short, black hair. He stepped away from the dining room and towards the bathroom, leaving Katara shaking her head.
She refused to think that Zuko couldn't find ANY mangoes in any of the outdoor markets, during the summer, in Tucson(1).It seemed that Zuko's paranoia once again won over, and he yet again didn't even bother going. She sighed and began unloading the bag. It was so frustrating herefused to let her or Sokka go shopping, and yet his claustrophobia kept him from getting most of the things on her list. Then again, he could brave the desert summer sun better than anyone, which she found ironic for how pale the guy was.
Zuko ignored Katara's huffing and puffing over her fruit to turn his attention to a sweet little "fruit" of his own. He carefully opened the door, trying not to make a sound as he slipped into the bathroom. There, soaking in the tub was the lean, tanned (not to mention dead sexy) form of his lover. He stifled a laugh as Sokka began to sing along to some ska band. Well, he half-sung, half-hummed the parts he couldn't keep up with.
Zuko carefully approached Sokka, kneeling next to the tub, carefull not to disturb the radio. He paused a second, then leaned in, capturing Sokka's singing lips with his own.
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(1) In the "Now" world, I like to imagine our little crew is in Arizona. Is that so wrong? Sokka and Katara came from Russia with thier dad. I swear this will make sense later!