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Who: Mai

sobooored and Zuko

soburned
What: The two not-so-lovebirds kissing under the mistletoe.
When: TOMORROW? :D
Where: In Zuko's trashed room.
Rating: TV Y7 LOL

"Wooowww, your sister really did a number on this place, huh?" Mai stood at the threshold of where Zuko's door once was, smirking and leaning against the frame, glancing over the destroyed room. "You think this place would have fixed it up by now."

Okay, yes. This was a bit stalkery of her. Mai, as apathetic and non-chalant as she could be, couldn't seem to let this go about Zuko, and it was driving her crazy. Was it because they had no absolute resolution? Was it because she wanted to strangle him? She didn't have any answers, herself, but she was bored and looking for something to entertain her. And why should she respect Zuko's wishes not to see her?

"So you got your butt kicked."

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Zuko shut his journal, not bothering to look up at Mai. He dusted the ash off of the cover of his journal with his hand, regretting the fact that he hadn’t blocked the doorway. Thankfully, the atmosphere wasn’t as awkward as he thought it would be if he actually met up with Mai and he didn’t feel all that uncomfortable.

“It was the watertribe girl,” he muttered, “and the Avatar, also. I’ll fix it up when I feel like it”

He looked up, the corners of his mouth pulling back into a frown as he glared up at her. He shoved the journal to the side, getting up to stand, dusting some ash off of the front of his legs as he did so. He squared his shoulders, crossing his arms.

“Why are you here?” He asked bluntly. He refused to talk about his sister.

"You're so cranky." Her smirk turned into a more genuine smile, brows relaxing a bit beneath her bangs. Taking a step forward, she placed her hands behind her back, letting out a drawn-out sigh.

"Y'know, a 'good to see you' again would have been fine." She stepped over a pile of ash, walking toward the Prince with a fixed gaze, her expression not faltering, nothing about her presence showing any hint of doubt or reluctance.

"Here." She held out her hand, sleeve falling to reveal her wrist a bit more, a piece of finely-constructed origami turtleduck in her palm.

"You were always giving me stupid, pointless things...soooo I decided to return the favour. I was bored." He better take it, she thought. There's no way this jerk would make her feel dumb.

“You’d take it as sarcasm.” Zuko edged away slightly, unsure of what Mai was going to do. He trusted her to some extent, yes, especially after his conversation with her, but she was still part of Azula’s posse.

He stared at her hand as she showed him the origami turtleduck, his normal eye widening. He stood there for a while, dumbfounded by her gesture. Zuko remembered those times when he had showered her with gifts and the times where she refused some (most) of them. Each time she had refused one of his gifts, he got angry and slightly hurt. He had the perfect opportunity to let her experience those feelings and although he may be an idiot, he wasn’t that big of a jerk. Slowly, he reached out to retrieve the gift and brought it back to stare at it some more.

“Uh, thanks.” He struggled to smile at her, not wanting to lead her on. He still hadn’t built up the courage to tell her about his loss.

She watched his reaction carefully, scrutinizing the slightest hint of strain in his expression. "I know that it's..." she slid her hand toward her shoulder, flipping a fallen lock of hair back behind it, feeling herself not liking the power he had over her right now. Wasn't she just confident about ten seconds ago? Well, at least he doesn't hate it, she thought. "..Not exactly the most flashy thing, but I got bored in the middle of it and couldn't finish it." She eyed him up and down very quickly, wanting to make sure he wasn't too hurt.

"...'Kay. That's um, all I. Wanted to give you." She turned away from him, annoyed at how the tables had been turned.

Zuko watched Mai in confusion, oblivious to her girly actions. He was actually quite impressed with the origami she made, but then again, anything made by Mai’s bare hands and effort would impress Zuko. Zuko paused for only a second before taking a step forward, his arm extended toward her.

“Wait,” he called out to her, “well, I uh.” He paused, smiling to himself as if remembering an inside joke. “Don’t hate it.”

Zuko shrugged a bit, the muscles in his face relaxing, making it easier to smile at her.

Mai felt an unfamiliar heat rise to her face at his words, and she didn't know if it made her feel more relaxed or pathetic. She turned to face him, crossing her arms and giving him a much smaller, shy smile this time.

Even if he didn't feel the same about her, it was good, she thought, to have someone--no, even something to care about this much.

"Good, because it doesn't hate you." She rolled her eyes a bit at Zuko. "I'm not going to jump you or something. I just came because..." She didn't really have it in her to say that she missed him, and she stopped the words in her throat before they could come out, taking a deep breath in.

She told herself that she could easily be apathetic toward Zuko. However, that naive notion she had reaffirmed and embedded into the back of her mind was slowly crumbling before her eyes. He really did look just like how he did when he was a boy, when he smiled like that. She felt her chest tighten just a bit, but she knew she had to let go. If she wasn't what Zuko wanted, what was important was that he found what it was that he wanted.

"You're such a dork. Do you need any help cleaning this up?" She said softly, stepping just a bit closer, glancing over the mess that they stood on.

Zuko felt the pang of guilt as Mai turned to smile back at him. He knew she still had feelings for him and the fact that he couldn’t return those feelings back upset him. He wanted to love her, he really did. Having that special someone was the most gratifying, awesome feeling in the world. Now that he had lost that feeling for that special person, all he able to do was care for her as a friend, and only a friend. He still had no clue how an inanimate object like a castle was able to take a feeling as strong as that away.

But even if he still had feelings for her, as long as she was with Azula, he could never be with her. His place was with the Avatar’s now, and would always be until they brought the Fire Lord down. He had always seen the good inside Mai, and desperately hoped that she would be able to change like him. He didn’t want to see her fall with his sister and his father.

He averted his gaze, and covered it up by making it seem like he was glancing around the room.

"I'm not a dork," he said defensively.

“You sure?” He set the origami turtleduck on top of the dresser, the only clean spot of the room. “You’ll get dirty.”

"It's gross, but whatever. I'll need to shower after interacting with you, anyways." She gave his chest a light poke with her finger. "And for your information, dork," her voice was light and teasing, absent of the usual whining, demanding, unsatisfied tone she often had, "being defensive isn't very convincing."

She got on her knees in front of him, wondering if he had any tools to clean with, used to her servants doing these types of tasks. "Ew, is your window open? Are we just gonna dump the stuff out?"

As she brought herself back up to her feet, she noticed something, an unfamiliar looking plant, above Zuko's head.

“I’m sure you’ll need to,” Zuko mumbled to himself as he crouched beside her. “I guess we use our hands?”

Zuko scooped up a pile of ash in his hands, glancing up at her as she looked up above his head. He followed her gaze and rose his only eyebrow in surprise as he spotted the plant. “What is that?”

He didn’t remember seeing that a minute ago. He looked back at Mai, letting the pile of ash fall in between the cracks of his fingers as the overwhelming urge to kiss her hit him.

"Ew, green." She frowned as she looked up at it, then looked back at Zuko, eyes widening just a bit. Suddenly, a rush of cool air came in through the window, and she saw some snow falling behind Zuko's head, outside the window. She felt the need for warmth. Yes, warmth on Zuko's angsty, adolescent lips.

Against her better judgment, she grabbed him by the front of his shirt, pulling him in close and pressed her lips tightly against his, other hand cupping his face, nails digging in to his skin just a bit. And she made teenagery sounds that teenagers do when they make out, like mmmph and mmn. Yeah.

Zuko leaned forward, but also felt the sudden rush of cool air brush against the skin of his neck, making the hairs there stand on end. He shuddered, shutting his eyes, not expecting Mai to pull him forward into a kiss.

Like any other teenage boy whose life was currently run by his hormones, Zuko did not resist her, also making strange noises that teenagers made when they made-out. It didn’t take long for Zuko to come to his senses, his mind telling him that what he was doing was wrong. Zuko pushed her away gently, but firmly, ending the kiss as fast as it had started.

“I’m sorry,” he apologized. Instinctively, he glanced up to see if the strange plant was still there, which it wasn’t.

"Shut up."

She placed her leg forward, kicking the back of his heel out from under him, pushing harshly at his chest on to what looked like the remnants of his bed, thinking it looked sturdy enough. Sending them both on to it, it caved right away beneath their weight, and both of them hit the floor, her nose banging against his chin as they landed with a large thud.

She growled in frustration, straddling him and sitting up, gripping at his shoulders and trying to kiss him again, not knowing that her nose was bleeding, probably a bit on Zuko's face, too.

She wasn't going to let him just stop caring. Who did that, anyways? Oh, right. Her.

He was a traitor, and she wanted to take advantage of their situation at this place to be able to talk to him without the dangers of looking like a traitor, herself. She didn't know if she as happy for him or angry at him, she didn't even know if she wanted this or not. She was loyal to Azula, she wasn't planning on changing sides or running off with Prince Zuko-- so why was she even doing this?

She pulled back from her second attempt of a kiss as soon as she had dipped in for it, noticing blood on Zuko's face.

"...You're bleeding. Oops." It took her a second to realize that wasn't his.

ooc: was* :( /cries

Zuko had no time to react as she pushed him down, the only word he could utter was “ugh”. He felt the bed give in to their weight and heard the cracking sounds of the brittle wood splitting apart. He wrapped his arms around her to make sure she didn’t get much of the blow and winced as her nose collided with his chin when they hit the ground, releasing his grip on her.

“Mai.” He struggled against her, her lips only having the chance to touch his for a second before he turned his head. “Mai, stop.”

He didn’t notice that her nose was bleeding until she pulled back for a moment. His eyes widened and he brought his hand up to touch his own face, realizing that the thick substance all over his face was her blood. He immediately sat upright, a little too fast, his forehead smashing against hers by accident.

“Mai! You’re bleeding!” Way to state the obvious.

Mai tried to hide her face from him, more irritated at how embarrassed she must look from the rejection rather than the blood gushing from her nose. She turned her head away from Zuko, only to be hit in the face with a snowball.

( http://community.livejournal.com/paradisa/4251485.html?view=152385629#t152385629 :D )

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