Post by catalyst283 on Jan 8, 2007 22:49:37 GMT -5
A/N- So, I was painting my nails and waiting for them to dry before finishing my chemistry homework when my thoughts drifted over to the challenge I said I was going to do at maizuko @ live journal. Well, I never really got around to doing the challenge; but suddenly this idea (for a fic, no less) popped into my head. I started thinking like Mai, and had this crazy idea where Ty Lee tries to help Mai to get Zuko to notice her (while in Ba Sing Se together). ‘Course, I have the ending all planned out already as well as the beginning like in all my fics, but like all my fics, don’t have the complete picture. Soooooo this has become a fun project for me to do, both for maizuko, fanfiction.net, and for all the Maiko fans here at DH forum. ^_^
Originally it was a one-shot; but now it’s become a full length fic with each chapter being a different diary entry of Mai’s. So enjoy! (And sorry it's not as "sexy" as you wanted it, gigi; but I promise you; once the fic gets going; it'll get get there. )
And sorry anyone if you've already done a Mai diary; I didn't steal your idea; just thought of my own. ^^
And NO, I am not abandoning my Sokkla fic ("Taking Over Me"), just startingyet another project for me to spend my studying time on another fanfic that I just had to start because of that darn plot bunny that wouldn't leave my head.
So anyway, again; enjoy! ;D
When You Were Young
Chapter 1:
Dear Diary,
I can’t believe I’m doing this. Me; writing in a diary. It’s a thing that the girly girls do; not something a person like me would do. But yet here I am, writing in this blast thing. I blame Ty Lee. It all happened this morning when she came into my room and saw me painting my nails…………
“Black?!?"
I looked up at her. She had this look on her face, I’m not sure if she was disgusted or horrified. Probably both at this point. She made it sound like the world was ending or something. To her, it probably was.
“Black.” She said it again, like it was a curse or something.
“I like black,” I said, looking at my newly done nails.
“But black, Mai. I mean, couldn’t you have used another color…” she said, picking up my hand delicately as she looked at the polish. It must have been too much for her to bear, because she dropped my hand like it was the plague and shrank back away from me.
“…a color…a color like red.” Ty Lee smiled, the look that made her appear similar to a half disfigured monkey finally off her face. Ty Lee is my closest friend, closer than Azula, but I can’t help it, she has the weirdest facial expressions ever.
“Red?” I asked, not sure if I had heard her right.
“Red.” She replied back firmly.
“But red is so…so bright.” I said, for lack of a better word.
I swear; it was like the funniest thing in the world to her, she was laughing so hard. I stared at her, one eyebrow raised. When she finally finished giggling, she looked at me seriously (and with this gleam in her eye that is never a good thing…) and said,
“And it also happens to be Zuko’s favorite color,” a smug look on her face.
“Oh no. Here we go again,” I moaned, turning away from her.
“But Mai,” she protested, “he’ll never notice you if you continue to be all…all…” she stopped.
“Myself,” I supplied.
“No, no, no. That’s the thing, Mai. Zuko doesn’t like girls like you.” She stopped again, this time in horror.
“That came out wrong.” She said, flustered.
“You’re telling me,” I said, slightly amused now.
“What I meant was that Zuko doesn’t like you as more of a friend because well, he doesn’t like girls who wear lots of black, black and more black. Or girls who do nothing but throw knives all day.”
“They’re called stilettos. No, not the shoe,” I said, at the look on Ty Lee’s face; and to which she cracked a smile. “Besides, I like practicing with them and I like black.” I said stubbornly.
“Well,” Ty Lee said in that sing song voice I know too well, “If you don’t want Zuko to notice you, that’s fine with me. You’ll just always be known as ‘Azula’s-boring-gothic-friend-who-throws-knives-”
“Stilettos.”
“-knives forever,” she continued, ignoring my interruption, her voice dropping to a ‘poor, poor, lost child’ one. She made a motion to exit the room, leaving me to think over her parting words.
Sadly, she was right. That was all Zuko thought of me, had ever thought of me, and would ever think of me if I stayed like this, the same old boring Mai from his childhood…
“Wait!” I cried before she disappeared from view completely.
“Yes?” She asked, craning her head in the doorway as if she totally didn’t expect me to call after her.
“Will you help me…get Zuko to notice me?” I asked, the last part barely coming out.
“What was that?” She asked, her body back in my room, “I couldn’t hear the last part. What would you like me to help you with?” I swore at her, but she only shook a finger at me.
“Ah ah ahhh…That’s not how you treat your future tutor (and boy do you need one)-”
“Hey!” I protested at the comment she mumbled under her breath. She ignored me, though, and continued.
“-it’s just not how you treat her. What do you say?” She asked again.
I glared at her, to which she only responded with a that-isn’t-going-to-change-anything-so-you-might-as-well-say-it-and-get-it-over-with-already look.
“Will you help me get Zuko to notice me, Ty Lee?” I asked, just loud enough for her to hear.
“That’s better,” She crooned, “Much more ladylike,” a smile on her face. “Now to start, let’s get rid of this dreadful color of a polish off your nails-”
“No.” I said firmly.
“Mai…” She said warningly, more like my mother than ever, “Do you want to impress Zuko or not?”
I protested for a bit more before finally giving in.
“Fine.” I said stiffly.
She smiled brightly at me before taking off the polish and started to polish my nails red with a speed that made me think she planned the whole thing. (Plus she whipped the polish out of nowhere…)
The next thing she did was give me this diary and told me to write all my thoughts in it, like all regular teenage girls do.
My one thought now?
That I really want to kill Ty Lee right about now.
She knows it too, and she knows I won’t because I need her too much. Argh.
And so that is how I came to be writing in this ridiculous thing. And you know what else? I actually think this red polish is growing on me.
She’s already corrupted me.
D***
A/N- This is part romance, part comedy if you can’t tell already. XD Mai is like Sokka now; I do love to torture her so. XD (But don’t worry, I don’t want to give away too much of the plot…but you’ll have your Mai back soon enough. )
Originally it was a one-shot; but now it’s become a full length fic with each chapter being a different diary entry of Mai’s. So enjoy! (And sorry it's not as "sexy" as you wanted it, gigi; but I promise you; once the fic gets going; it'll get get there. )
And sorry anyone if you've already done a Mai diary; I didn't steal your idea; just thought of my own. ^^
And NO, I am not abandoning my Sokkla fic ("Taking Over Me"), just starting
So anyway, again; enjoy! ;D
When You Were Young
Chapter 1:
Dear Diary,
I can’t believe I’m doing this. Me; writing in a diary. It’s a thing that the girly girls do; not something a person like me would do. But yet here I am, writing in this blast thing. I blame Ty Lee. It all happened this morning when she came into my room and saw me painting my nails…………
“Black?!?"
I looked up at her. She had this look on her face, I’m not sure if she was disgusted or horrified. Probably both at this point. She made it sound like the world was ending or something. To her, it probably was.
“Black.” She said it again, like it was a curse or something.
“I like black,” I said, looking at my newly done nails.
“But black, Mai. I mean, couldn’t you have used another color…” she said, picking up my hand delicately as she looked at the polish. It must have been too much for her to bear, because she dropped my hand like it was the plague and shrank back away from me.
“…a color…a color like red.” Ty Lee smiled, the look that made her appear similar to a half disfigured monkey finally off her face. Ty Lee is my closest friend, closer than Azula, but I can’t help it, she has the weirdest facial expressions ever.
“Red?” I asked, not sure if I had heard her right.
“Red.” She replied back firmly.
“But red is so…so bright.” I said, for lack of a better word.
I swear; it was like the funniest thing in the world to her, she was laughing so hard. I stared at her, one eyebrow raised. When she finally finished giggling, she looked at me seriously (and with this gleam in her eye that is never a good thing…) and said,
“And it also happens to be Zuko’s favorite color,” a smug look on her face.
“Oh no. Here we go again,” I moaned, turning away from her.
“But Mai,” she protested, “he’ll never notice you if you continue to be all…all…” she stopped.
“Myself,” I supplied.
“No, no, no. That’s the thing, Mai. Zuko doesn’t like girls like you.” She stopped again, this time in horror.
“That came out wrong.” She said, flustered.
“You’re telling me,” I said, slightly amused now.
“What I meant was that Zuko doesn’t like you as more of a friend because well, he doesn’t like girls who wear lots of black, black and more black. Or girls who do nothing but throw knives all day.”
“They’re called stilettos. No, not the shoe,” I said, at the look on Ty Lee’s face; and to which she cracked a smile. “Besides, I like practicing with them and I like black.” I said stubbornly.
“Well,” Ty Lee said in that sing song voice I know too well, “If you don’t want Zuko to notice you, that’s fine with me. You’ll just always be known as ‘Azula’s-boring-gothic-friend-who-throws-knives-”
“Stilettos.”
“-knives forever,” she continued, ignoring my interruption, her voice dropping to a ‘poor, poor, lost child’ one. She made a motion to exit the room, leaving me to think over her parting words.
Sadly, she was right. That was all Zuko thought of me, had ever thought of me, and would ever think of me if I stayed like this, the same old boring Mai from his childhood…
“Wait!” I cried before she disappeared from view completely.
“Yes?” She asked, craning her head in the doorway as if she totally didn’t expect me to call after her.
“Will you help me…get Zuko to notice me?” I asked, the last part barely coming out.
“What was that?” She asked, her body back in my room, “I couldn’t hear the last part. What would you like me to help you with?” I swore at her, but she only shook a finger at me.
“Ah ah ahhh…That’s not how you treat your future tutor (and boy do you need one)-”
“Hey!” I protested at the comment she mumbled under her breath. She ignored me, though, and continued.
“-it’s just not how you treat her. What do you say?” She asked again.
I glared at her, to which she only responded with a that-isn’t-going-to-change-anything-so-you-might-as-well-say-it-and-get-it-over-with-already look.
“Will you help me get Zuko to notice me, Ty Lee?” I asked, just loud enough for her to hear.
“That’s better,” She crooned, “Much more ladylike,” a smile on her face. “Now to start, let’s get rid of this dreadful color of a polish off your nails-”
“No.” I said firmly.
“Mai…” She said warningly, more like my mother than ever, “Do you want to impress Zuko or not?”
I protested for a bit more before finally giving in.
“Fine.” I said stiffly.
She smiled brightly at me before taking off the polish and started to polish my nails red with a speed that made me think she planned the whole thing. (Plus she whipped the polish out of nowhere…)
The next thing she did was give me this diary and told me to write all my thoughts in it, like all regular teenage girls do.
My one thought now?
That I really want to kill Ty Lee right about now.
She knows it too, and she knows I won’t because I need her too much. Argh.
And so that is how I came to be writing in this ridiculous thing. And you know what else? I actually think this red polish is growing on me.
She’s already corrupted me.
D***
A/N- This is part romance, part comedy if you can’t tell already. XD Mai is like Sokka now; I do love to torture her so. XD (But don’t worry, I don’t want to give away too much of the plot…but you’ll have your Mai back soon enough. )