AU. Katara had a...fetish. And if Zuko just couldn't muster up the effort to help her, then, well, she'd just have to do it herself. CRACK. Zutara Week Oneshot. Prompt: Electrifying
Zutara Week: Day 2 Prompt: Electrifying
Katara had a…fetish.
To be honest, it wasn't really her fault. It had started with Goku in her early days watching Dragon Ball Z, migrated to Sasuke in the Naruto series, and ended up saddling Ichigo Kurosaki with an unwanted burden.
It was just something that was her, y'know? And Katara had always imagined that her One True Love would be just like her first (admittedly fictional) crushes.
That is, with super-spiky badass awesome hair.
Zuko, unfortunetely, did not fit the requirements.
Chewing on her lower lip, Katara eyed the dark haired man across the room with speculation.
His hair was shaggy.
The color was wondrous, and it never got oily.
But honestly, couldn't he be bothered with some bristles? Or a bad hair day? Or even hair gel. God, if the boy could only muster up some effort to encourage her...fetish, Katara would jump his bones in a second.
Not that she could ever tell him that.
Glancing towards the TV, left on from her earlier soap-opera session, Katara noticed an old cartoon running. With a snort, she remember Zuko's attachment to his childhood favorites, and, curiosity sparking, rolled over on the coach to watch.
Then, she saw it.
A bold of lightning struck down from the sky, and electrocuted the main character—no big deal; Katara didn't really care.
But she did care, when, following electrocution, his hair stuck up in a very bristly, very bed head-ish, very oh-I-think-you-gelled-that way.
In a very...spiky way.
And then, Katara Kuruk got a plan.
A very fiendish, very evil...
Plan.
"Katara? What are you doing?"
"Be still, Zuko."
"But why are you sticking my fingers into the light socket?—ARRUGHMFFGLMORP!!"
.fin.
a/n: and i'm sure you all know what happened next ;D