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Post by rocio on Mar 17, 2007 22:15:36 GMT -5
"HEY! WHO BROUGHT THE CACTUS JUICE!" Dazu yelled getting out of the water. The firbender went to a volly ball net and picked up a ball, "Anyone care to join me?" She asks. "I want!!!!!!!!!!" Runs to where is Dazu drinking all the cactus juice. Sees the people and wan to make a casual conversation to them: "What do you think is better for to go to a club; boots or shoes (all star, converse)...?" (Im wonder that right now)*************
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Post by waterfire (I am back!!!) on Mar 17, 2007 22:29:20 GMT -5
Sorry that I was late I was doing something else even though I was online.But anyway first winner of the fanfic contest
For the most Romantic...................Its Catalyst!!!!
This is her Fanfic....Listen To Your Heart !!!!!!
He was over in the clearing, away from trees and other things quick to catch fire. She watched from a distance as he moved gracefully through the movements, yet still looking powerful at the same time. He went through a cycle of fire kicks and punches, the fire never quite escaping from his grasp.
She watched breathlessly as he demonstrated moves she had never seen before; ones that showed fire as neither savage nor destructive, as she had always thought fire to be. For a moment she was lost in the beauty and all thoughts cleared from her head.
The sun slowly rose over the horizon, brilliant yellow and orange hues lighting up the sky. There was silence in the clearing except for the occasional grunt from the firebending teen or the sound of fire being let from his fists and feet. The girl was silently and secretly watching him from behind a wide tree or so she thought.
He was very perspective of his surroundings, from the rising sun to the stillness of the forest near him, even when in deep concentration that was required for the difficult firebending moves he was doing. Her appearance had not escaped him; he had known she was following him a few moments after he left camp early in the morning. He knew that she had been curious about where he went every morning and knew that she would eventually follow him. He was right and surprisingly, he found that he didn’t mind her presence. Normally he hated anyone watching him train, but he reacted to her differently.
As he went through punches and kicks, he briefly saw her in the darkness, a growing smile on her beautiful face. A weird feeling stirred in his chest and he felt temporarily lightheadedness that passed when he pushed his moments up a notch to escape the feeling. Normally he went off in the morning to escape the confines of the group he was now in, to be alone and to train; but this morning it had been for a new purpose as well.
This morning he had wanted time to think. He had needed to sort out his mixed feelings and confusion, mostly having to do with her. Lately, whenever he was around her, he started getting this weird feeling. One look into her cerulean eyes and he was lost, trapped forever in their swirling waters. At first he had thought he was sick or was getting sick; that he wasn’t getting the feeling from her, it was just from being sick and would go away; but now he was finally starting to think differently.
He had never had the feeling before; had never felt that way, so it confused him. When he had privately asked his uncle about it, Iroh had smiled and had said, “Oooo. I knew it would happen sometime and I had seen hints of it happening, but I never knew it would happen so soon. Congratulations, Zuko!” Then Iroh had refused to continue, smiling mysteriously and saying that Zuko would find out for himself what was happening, reassuring Zuko that he was most definitely not sick, (“Or at least in the way you think,” Iroh had said) that Zuko was perfectly healthy and had nothing to worry about.
Zuko had still been confused and it wasn’t until he sorted out his feelings and confusion that he realized what was happening to him. He couldn’t believe it when he finally concluded what was happening to him, though. It just didn’t make sense, though it was happening anyway. He was falling for her.
I know there's something in the wake of your smile I get a notion from the look in your eyes, yea You've built a love but that love falls apart Your little piece of heaven turns too dark
She would have watched him longer, but she suddenly heard the sounds of the morning starting back at their camp, from the noises her brother made as he woke up, to Toph talking to Aang. The one particular sound that broke her out of her reverie was the sound of Sokka screaming, either from a bad dream or from the fact that his breakfast was not ready. She had not cooked or prepared breakfast before she had followed the firebender and she was pretty sure that none of the others knew how to prepare or cook food for breakfast.
She jumped at the sound of Sokka’s scream and headed back toward camp, forgetting to be silent, as she was occupied with her confused thoughts and feelings. She didn’t notice as the one she had been watching stopped his training and followed her, watching her stumble through the forest. Both were preoccupied with their respective thoughts, neither knowing that they were the center of the other’s thoughts.
Katara stumbled along, almost falling flat on her face after tripping over a protruding tree branch. She was just so confused that she couldn’t see straight. Recently she had been acting differently, mostly in the presence of him. She just couldn’t shake the unusual feeling she felt when his gold eyes stared into her blue ones. She shook it off, thinking she might have eaten some rotten berries or something, but it kept coming back.
She couldn’t like him, the Fire Prince, no she couldn’t. Not even if he was on their side now and was teaching Aang firebending. It just couldn’t be. Even when she finally accepted that she liked him; liked him more than you liked a friend or ally; she tried to brush away her feelings, for they could never be.
As much as she hated to acknowledge it, she knew that she was just a Water Tribe peasant and that he was Prince of the Fire Nation. She argued that he was banished and now a refugee from the Fire Nation, but a little voice inside her head said that he would still most likely become fire lord when Ozai died, because she didn’t think Azula would be able to take the crown if the fire nation was defeated in the war.
The Fire Nation would need a strong and kind leader able to keep peace among the nations and help fix all of the destruction and problems the Fire Nation caused among the other nations. Yet she still insisted to herself that their relationship would never work, even if he liked, or even loved, her back.
For she now knew that she loved him, probably had for awhile, but she didn’t think her feelings would ever be returned, though she hoped she was wrong. Through all their arguments, when they tossed insults around, she wondered if he really thought of her as “a water tribe peasant, water wench, water nation scum” among other names he called her. “Am I just an annoying and irritating peasant to him?” she thought sadly, quickening her pace as their little make-shift camp came into view.
Listen to your heart When he's calling for you Listen to your heart There's nothing else you can do
He stopped as he saw her walking into the camp. He didn’t really think of it as “their” camp, because he didn’t really feel like he belonged. He always felt like an outsider. With a sad smile, he stopped a ways away from the camp because he knew that he couldn’t come into camp at the same time as she did, for it would look like they had been out doing something together and he really didn’t want to deal with that.
Though a small voice in his mind told him that he wished that they had been doing something together, instead of what had really happened. He ignored that voice, along with the feeling that came with it, and consorted to watch the group from a safe distance while continuing to sort out his thoughts. He just couldn’t get her out of his head, try as he might.
He had fallen so hard.
He almost hated her for making him feel this way, so weak and unable to control his feelings, but knew he didn’t. He couldn’t; he loved her too much, as much as it pained him to admit it. But they could never be; he doubted that she felt the same about him. No, she hated him; she thought of him as a spoiled brat of a Prince, an arrogant jerk, and had told him so. He didn’t care that she was a Water Tribe peasant; he loved her so much more for it. She had had a loving family and his nation had torn her family apart, murdering her mother along with many others, many other mothers and other people of the world. How could she love him?
He tore his eyes away from the campsite and walked toward a nearby stream. He sat down by its banks and brought his face close to the water, splashing his face, its coldness startling him out of his thoughts. He sat there for a few minutes, staring at his reflection.
He grimaced, seeing the ugly, daily reminder of who he was, who his father was and what his father had done to him. What he would do to other people if he did this to his son. The pinkness of the scar was reflected in the water, his permanently disfigured face staring back at him. His face contorted into an ugly grimace before he slapped the reflection, water spraying him as he turned away. He was a monster, someone no one would ever love. He thought of her beautiful tanned face, bright blue eyes and for a minute thought he was hallucinating when she suddenly was there, right before his eyes, for real.
I don't know where you're going And I don't know why But listen to your heart Before you tell him goodbye
When she had gotten to camp, her brother had instantly asked where she had been. She had told him that she had taken a walk to clear her head, which was partly true. Iroh had looked suspicious when he looked over and saw his nephew’s empty sleeping bag, but didn’t say anything, so neither did she.
No one else had commented either, accepting her lie with requests for breakfast, which she had complied. Breakfast had been done and eaten and Zuko still was nowhere to be seen. She had volunteered to go look for him, getting suspicious looks from Iroh and Sokka, a confused look from Aang and an amused expression from Toph, but she dismissed them. She had walked out of camp, looking for him, wandering back to the place she had found him training early that morning.He had not been there, but she had heard splashing noises from nearby.
She had walked toward the noises to find Zuko splashing his face with water then looking down at the water, probably at his reflection. When she had almost gotten close enough to see his reflection, he had turned around, looking at her. Now here she was, looking into his striking gold eyes and searching their depths for answers.
She could see that he wanted to look away, but was not one to back down.
“What?” He snarled, “Am I so ugly that you cannot bear to look away?”
Sometimes you wonder if this fight is worthwhile The precious moments are all lost in the tide, yea They're swept away and nothing is what is seems The feeling of belonging to your dreams
“No, you’re not ugly,” she said softly, staring straight into his eyes, utmost sincerity washing off her.
“I don’t need your pity!” he said, finally breaking the spell by looking away. She grabbed his face softly with her one hand, turning his face toward her and looked deeply into his eyes, searching them.
“It isn’t pity, Zuko, it’s the truth. You’re not ugly; you’re not a monster,” she answered softly. She was answered by an intake of breath from Zuko (How did she know he thought he looked like a monster?) but he didn’t reply to her, instead leaving her with silence. She took the time to look deeper into his eyes.
At that moment, she saw deep into his soul and saw what he truly felt. She saw much pain from his past and knew what it was about, as he had told her all about his past barely just the day before. Though she hadn’t been able to talk to him about it, as he had ran off before she could say anything and had avoided her for the rest of the day.
His past scarred him deeper than the scar that covered his left eye and ear, the scar that his father had given him without mercy. She knew that Zuko always hid his feelings and was reluctant to show them, but now they were clearly expressed on his face and she felt his pain. Her gaze softened at the pain in his face and searched his eyes for other emotions.
She found sadness and depression from the loss of his mother and loss of love from his father. Not yet discouraged, she looked deeper, her deep blue eyes paralyzing him as she stared into his golden eyes. What she found was not what she expected, because she hadn’t thought it would be there. In fact, she had deeply doubted she would ever find that in his eyes, much less directed toward her.
Katara finally realized that it was time to stop listening to her head and mind in times like this and start listening to her heart.
“Will this help tell you what I think?” She asked, never giving him time to answer for she put her other hand on his other cheek and brought her face to his, placing her lips on his. He was surprised for a moment, but responded eagerly when her lips stayed on his. All his doubts disappeared in that one kiss and he smiled before deepening the kiss. Katara smiled as well, remembering the look of love for her in his eyes. Listen to your heart When he's calling for you Listen to your heart There's nothing else you can do I don't know where you're going And I don't know why But listen to your heart Before you tell him goodbye
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Post by rocio on Mar 17, 2007 22:36:19 GMT -5
"wow............. Is sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo wonderful!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"........
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Dazu
FN Aang
So my class is in total absolute chaos, what do I do? I fight with my friends over a carton of juice
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Post by Dazu on Mar 17, 2007 22:38:40 GMT -5
Dazu decided to stop her little volly ball session and went over to her beach towel. "Hmm?" Dazu glanced at the tow. A book had appeared there mysteriously. "Wonder what this is." She mutters to herself and begins reading. By the time she finishes her mouth is agape, "THAT WAS SUCH A BEAUTIFULL ZUTARA STORY!!!" She squeales and sighs contently. She put th book in a bag she had brought and went back to the water.
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NO RP: Congrats Catalyst! It was beautifull!!
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Post by waterfire (I am back!!!) on Mar 17, 2007 22:39:48 GMT -5
Now for the Fanart people the first winner of the most romantic is........................................................................................................................................................................... Rocio!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Here it is
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Post by lunachaos on Mar 17, 2007 22:42:15 GMT -5
Congratsulations, Omedetou Rocio!! It's a gorgeous picture!
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Dazu
FN Aang
So my class is in total absolute chaos, what do I do? I fight with my friends over a carton of juice
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Post by Dazu on Mar 17, 2007 22:43:45 GMT -5
Dazu stuck her head out of the water and turned aroun where waterfire was presenting the winner of most romantic in the fanart part. Dazu gasps and smiles lightly and turns to Rocio, "That is WONDERFULLY drawn! I love it! Congrats!"
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Post by waterfire (I am back!!!) on Mar 17, 2007 22:52:15 GMT -5
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Post by lunachaos on Mar 17, 2007 23:01:13 GMT -5
I won?? And exactly what is Zutara 101 again? And congrats, Utsukashiikohana!!
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Dazu
FN Aang
So my class is in total absolute chaos, what do I do? I fight with my friends over a carton of juice
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Post by Dazu on Mar 17, 2007 23:04:23 GMT -5
Dazu cheers for the winners fro the water and splashes wildly around. She jumps out of the water and congradulates the winners so far.
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Post by waterfire (I am back!!!) on Mar 17, 2007 23:06:54 GMT -5
Zutara 101 is like the most romantic one but with a little creativity.Also you also won 2nd place on the Most Romantic one but anyway..The next winner...............For Category Hot and Cold its.......... TARA22!!!!!!!!!!! For this fanfic www.deviantart.com/deviation/49622381/And the Cutest Chibi is................. xMzLazyx!!!!!!!!!!! Here it is
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Pico
Haru
Rawr.
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Post by Pico on Mar 17, 2007 23:12:30 GMT -5
"How cute!" squealed Pico, unable to contain her joy. "I want to pick them up and hug 'em!"
She turned to Waterfire, "Maybe we shoulldn't show these to the guests of honor. Might intimidate them a little, you know?" XD "Watermelon, anyone?"
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Dazu
FN Aang
So my class is in total absolute chaos, what do I do? I fight with my friends over a carton of juice
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Post by Dazu on Mar 17, 2007 23:14:11 GMT -5
Dazu perks up at the word "watermelon" She stares around hungrily, "Watermelon? Where!?!?" she asks.
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Post by waterfire (I am back!!!) on Mar 18, 2007 0:09:27 GMT -5
Okay the mood is kinda dead now but anyway YEs I want a watermelon.
*grabs a stick and starts attacking them*
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Post by Kohana on Mar 18, 2007 3:18:22 GMT -5
Kohana walked out of the water, loosening the bun she made at home, to wring out the water from her dirty blond-light brown locks. She ambled over to Toph and said, "Hey, Toph. Man, that was a nice swim."
Toph raised an eyebrow sarcastically. "I already had the impression since you stayed in the water for more than two hours."
Kohana's eyes widened and a faint blush crept on her cheeks. "That long?! Hope I didn't much too much of the party..."
"Well, you did miss the announcements of the winners," she stated, and the blush on Kohana's cheeks grew more red and she scanned the beach to look for waterfire. As she saw her, she began to trudge over to her, until Toph grabbed her upper arm and said, "Here's the skirt that I held onto for you."
"Thanks, Toph," Kohana thanked her with a little bow of the head and she walked over to waterfire to see who won her great contest. She looked at the list of winners and was amazed with all the wonderful creativity they had.
Catalyst's story is truly romantic and she really deserved first place for most romantic, in fact everyone deserved their first place. LunaChaos' stories never ceased to appall Kohana, she also congratulated Tara22 for winning the 'Hot and Cold' category and she absolutely adored the fanarts; Rocio drew an amazing background and Kohana certainly loved the way Zuko and especially Katara had been drawn. She cracked a smile at the Chibi fanart, because she really found it cute.
So Kohana sent her congrats to all the winners.
But then she saw her name under the categories of 'Best Drabble' and 'One-Shot' with her story, 'Chocolate Drops from Heaven' and was truly taken aback that she actually won.
"I actually won?" she whispered to herself with wide eyes and her mouth agape. She couldn't contain her joy for actually winning something and she ran over to waterfire to give her a big hug as a thank you.
She broke the hug, and thanked Luna for saying congratulations and with a big, cheery smile she went to pick up her bag that she left somewhere and laid down her large cream-white towel next to Dazu at the bonfire, which would be light up later on.
She sat down on the towel, grabbed a little towel that matched the large one by colour and dried her hair as much as she could, in order to redo her elegant bun. Once she was done, she laid down on the towel and watched everyone having fun at the party.
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