The pink cupboard, the large bed, the odd blank box on an elongated desk. His eyes flickered around, noting things he hadn’t before. “Are you okay?”Īnd the latch closed, leaving Zuko alone in the pink room once more. The man must’ve seen something he didn’t want to show because his face suddenly softened in concern. He breathed in sharply but steadily didn’t show the alarm on his face. If he could change bodies, then of course he could change voices. “I - Ah -“ His voice ceased when he found a foreign voice escaping his throat, but he shouldn’t have been surprised. “Marinette,” He repeated when Zuko failed to say anything, “Did you only just get up? If you don’t hurry up you’ll be late! And you don’t want that.” He joyfully chuckled. The man didn’t look alarmed at his pose, and instead, a fond look that reminded him weirdly of Uncle appeared on his face. He held her hands aloft as if waiting for a threat. His eyes darted to all corners of the room, and then back to the man. He scrambled off the floor and went through a whole-body twitch at the sight of a part of the floor opening to reveal a muscular man in a white apron. But instead, he stood in the room of this girl, in her body, in some foreign city in who-knows-where. Zuko had thought he’d completed his life adventure. It was because of the new - his, new - body. And it wasn’t his fault! Really, it wasn’t. His limbs were too short, and his legs too wrong, so it was no surprise - really - that he fell to the carpeted ground. And usually, he wouldn’t have stumbled, but he did.
He yelled - and it oddly sounded like squealing - and backed away from the mirror. The expression on her face looked off-putting. Why the hell was the mirror showing him a girl? He wasn’t a girl! He scowled and waved his hands but the image in the mirror imitated him. Zuko was a fire lord and a friend of the avatar and the nephew of Iroh - he was not a girl. For all he knew, he was imprisoned.Īfter a few seconds of sneaking and scowling at the girlish furniture and clothes splayed across the floor, he stopped in his footsteps and froze like a lion-deer under torchlight. He would cast it and meditate if he didn’t have common sense. It rose and fall, despite not being cast into the air. But the outside boasted a different story - it said to him that he was in an entirely different place of the world. The fire nation had always sported reds and dark pinks even the room would make sense for the location. Zuko crept forward, making as little noise as possible, and opened the blinds, only to freeze at the sight of a bustling… city.Īnd it had to be a city, or something much more advanced than Caldera, because the buildings were oddly white. And to the left, he noticed, was a window. He walked around and tried to find a door out, but there was none in sight, only a ladder leading up. A few seconds later and he was calm or at least, as calm as he could be. He took a deep breath and tried to focus on his inner flame.
Zuko shouldn’t be in a room that looks like something Ty Lee would own no, he should’ve been dead. But that shouldn't have been his concern - no, the question was why he was there in the first place. There wasn't even a hint of analogous red to balance it out.
He looked around and felt his face scrunch up at the sight of obnoxiously pink decor. But nonetheless, the week after he took the throne, he died). But when he fell, the last thing he’d seen was her face - so it seemed that one of them had been.
(He’d been killed by Azula it had been unforeseen, but he hadn’t been too surprised. In fact, he was very sure that he should be dead.
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