The Love Below (sheikah) wrote in wicked_fics, @ 2008-09-13 18:33:00 |
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Entry tags: | 10prompts, character: azula, character: zhao, fandom: avatar, pairing: zhao/azula |
Temptation Wears Red, Avatar: The Last Airbender (Zhao/Azula)
Title: Temptation Wears Red
Author: sheikah
Summary: How they met.
Pairing: Zhao/Azula
Table, Prompt: Time, #6 - Past
Rating: G
Warnings: This fic is set in a AU universe. (Go here for more information). Also underage girl paired with a grown man.
A/N: I do not own Avatar: The Last Airbender or Zhao or Azula.
Words: 410
Beta: None
It appeared, Zhao noticed, as though the Dao Les were a family clearly made for the social scene. Ursa was beautiful and delightfully charming. Iroh was witty and sophisticated. Even the eldest boy, with whom Ozai held great disdain, was quite the charmer.
Zhao was rather surprised when Ozai extended to him the invitation to this gathering as something other than his personal guard. Ozai did not make clear just what it was he was to be doing. He found his employer mingling among a small group of guests, making rather cutting and cruel remarks disguised as quick wit and humor.
Upon spotting Zhao, Ozai excused himself and approached him. “Enjoying the party, Zhao?” Ozai asked in an obviously bored voice.
“Yes Sir. I thank you for your hospitality.”
Ozai chuckled lightly. Zhao knew that laugh well. “Of course, you know there is a reason for my hospitality.”
And there was the catch. Zhao's face took on a curious expression as Ozai lifted a glass of fire wine to his lips and sipping. “My daughter. She is without an escort for the evening and you, out of all my employees,are the best suited for her.”
Zhao's eyebrow tilted upward. How delightful. He was to play babysitter. Not exactly how he expected to spend his evening. He had not met the youngest Dao Le, nor did he have any desire to babysit her. “This party is for her, more or less. She will be joining us at Le INC. as my personal secretary. This is just for the evening and if you manage to keep her entertained, you will be rewarded.”
Before Zhao could respond either way, the lights dimmed and the scattered conversation began to die down. He turned his head toward an archway and there stood an unrecognizable person. Her hair was neatly styled and the dress she wore was a deep red, accenting her curves and complimenting the gold of her eyes. Zhao remained silent as Ozai moved toward her and bringing the stranger into his presence. “Azula, this is Zhao. Your escort for the evening.”
Azula eyed Zhao before looking back at her father. “Scraping the bottom of the barrel, weren't you, Father?”
Ozai simply smiled. “I have guests to entertain. Try not to hurt him too bad.”
Once her father was gone, Azula turned to Zhao, her skirts flowing with her movements. “Honestly, you can stop staring. And please, pick your jaw off the floor.”