Fanfiction: The Bet
Zuko had lost the bet on purpose. He just hoped Sokka didn't know that, especially since Zuko could beat him in a race around town any day. Since he had "lost" the bet, Zuko had to take Katara on a date. In Zuko's eyes, that was more than reasonable. He had always liked Katara. Ever since that day in the crystal catacombs of Ba Sing Se, when she had so generously offered to heal his scar. Zuko just prayed that Aang didn't find out about the date. But he had a strange feeling that all would go well. After all, it was Valentines Day.
"YOU DID WHAT?" Katara couldn't control her anger. Sokka could swear he saw steam billow out of her ears. "I AM NOT A PRIZE TO BE POSSESSED!"
"Relax little sister. You're right. You aren't the prize. You're only going on a date with Zuko because he lost the bet. Last time I checked, a prize goes to the winner. Not the loser." He grinned maliciously. At that moment, Katara's face turned scarlet. She bended a wisp of icy water out of her pouch, and slapped Sokka's face. "OW!" Sokka began rubbing the red inflammation on his cheekbone to soothe it. "Not cool, Katara. You know, Zuko is a pompous brat. When he loses, he should have to suffer. That's why I'm making him go on this date with you. So he could suffer." Katara water-slapped him again.
"Are you implying that I'm undesirable?" she inquired, her eyes ferocious.
"No, I'm saying it straight out," replied the bold Sokka, rubbing his face once more. Katara found it ineffective to attempt another water-slap. Sokka just never learned.
"You know what? Fine. I'll go on this 'date' with Zuko. I'll prove to you that I'm just as desirable as any other girl in the world!" Katara stomped out of the room, leaving behind a snickering Sokka.
Zuko had only heard bits and pieces of Sokka and Katara's conversation last night. He remembered there was a lot of yelling. He was afraid that Katara hadn't been pleased with Sokka's terms. Zuko was afraid the date would be called off. As he heard Katara's footsteps become louder and louder, he couldn't help but wonder, what was it about him that turned her off? His scar? His angst? Her friendship with Aang? As Zuko dismayingly pondered the thought, Katara entered his tent. She looked at him analytically, as if he was some sort of bizarre experiment whose bugs needed to be fixed. She carefully sauntered around him, her finger at her chin, thinking. Suddenly, her words sliced through the air, dissolving the awkward atmosphere of her presence. "Alright Zuko. Tomorrow, seven o' clock. Don't be late; I really just want to get it over with."
"Yeah, me too," Zuko replied, pretending to be dismal about the situation.
And with that, Katara swiftly left the room. The moment she left, a grin spread upon Zuko's face. He couldn't believe it. He was actually going on this date with Katara. What better way to spend Valentines!