Post by mentalguru on Aug 10, 2009 10:29:52 GMT -5
The chosen and the banished
Avatar/Monsters Inc Crossover
Summary: Somewhere, in the depths of Aang’s mind, as he runs from Zuko and fights him, eluding his capture, a part of them suspects that they’ve played this game before.
Main characters: Aang and Boo are the main 'character' (singular). Also mainly Zuko but hints at Randall. Some Sulley also mentioned.
All platonic. No romance.
A/N: Basically, if you haven't watched avatar you might not get this- just me poking around rawing Aang-Boo and Randall-Zuko parallels with the always interesting plot device- reincarnation!
Connections is getting along, just want to do a few more chapters as well as the modifying thing- UGH! I lost a few chapters and have had to start modifying again. Computer freezing... ugh
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“You’re like my sister… my father says she was born lucky, he says I was lucky to have been born….”- Zuko- The Last Airbender
“You’ve been number one for too long Sullivan, now your time is up!” –Randall- Monsters Inc.
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Aang remained frozen for one-hundred years in that iceberg, but while his body slept, his spirit did not.
After a few years had passed in this stationary state, the spirit of him grew restless and so, at great risk to its safety, it took a chance, and left the body of the twelve year old boy it inhabited.
The Avatar’s spirit travelled through space to a world filled with people not unlike the one it called home, but a place where bending did not exist and instead the advancement of science and curiosity was where true power lay. This spirit was not the first of its old world to visit this place, nor would it possibly be the last.
This time, the Avatar’s spirit chose to be born as a girl. A girl in a country and a world it would no longer fully remember when she will finally returns to where she belongs.
But even in this one life where the four elements are not gifts, where the fate of an entire world is not supposed to rest on one, or her, she is not immune from being ‘chosen’ by powers outside of her control.
It was a good life. Not quite as peaceful as the spirit might have hoped, but a good one. It was one filled with new things for the spirit to discover and enjoy, in a world so similar and yet different to its own.
Still she retained a small part of her from her previous male life, the life of the body she left behind, which was not dead, but one she was still tethered to. Swiftness of feet, curiosity, laughter, the wish for freedom…
“Air is the element of freedom….And they apparently had great senses of humour!”
As the furred monster comes through, an unknown part of her spirit cannot help but be attracted. She cannot resist. Is his tongue rough like a cat’s like the friend he reminds her of? A part of her wonders this as she flicks a stubby tentacle of her costume at his lip. She never does find out.
“Appa?”
Dragons, burning, gloom, fear. She cannot breathe. The darkest part of her spirit associates dragons with abandonment. The life she led before the airbender stopped when his best friend deserted him while on top of his own dragon, while his own spirit animal, another dragon, enveloped him in comfort during their demise. Just one of many deaths her spirit has experienced, but in a way, this is the one still fresh in her sub-conscious. Dragons mean death and the mind of a two year old cannot hope to distinguish or make sense of it.
Dragons are sinuous, swift and intelligent creatures in the world her spirit used to inhabit.
“Hey, that looks like Randall… Randall’s your monster….”
Her spirit is used to entering different worlds. She just wants to explore.
It is strange how scared these two are of heights her spirit thinks, as they clatter down the stream of doors. What is more fun then rushing through the air at high speeds? There is nothing better. In many dreams, she has wished to fly and has dreamt of a laughing boy as they rush through the postal system of a city of stone….
After many years she dies and she finally returned to the life she was destined to lead, back to the body of the boy, the one called Aang. He is the Avatar, the last airbender, travelling with and awoken by the one who mothers everyone she meets. She is one who is good and wishes to help people yet is not always moral and upstanding, whose rage can blind her to that which is true. This new friend does not understand yet that justice and revenge are not the same. Aang also travels with one who at times seems to use sarcasm as not just a way of expressing himself, but as a way of life.
The recesses of his mind tugs and teases at him, but he ignores it. Having odd feelings has happened before. He has lived thousands of lives and although without clear memories, it would not surprise him if he had circled this way before during all his time as Avatar. Things repeat. It’s his destiny to do so. Save the world. That’s what he always must do.
Still this feeling that he is missing…something… burns ever stronger every time he meets the one they call Zuko.
But what could they have possibly in common? They are the chosen child and the banished Prince. They are enemies, and although he likes to think there is good in everyone, a part of Aang thinks that that their relationship will never change. Another part disagrees with this sentiment, but he tries to push it to the back of his mind. They’ll always fight each other. Zuko hates him even if Aang feels no personal hatred for him himself.
“He never gives up.”
The spirit within him stirs, the inkling of her memories still trapped. Perhaps the spirit of the Avatar was not the only one to pass through to a different world.
A banished one who wishes to capture her… him, to regain his honour and his father’s love. It is tragic that he believes that love is something you have to earn, that the Prince feels it is something which is conditional. The first time they pair fought together rather than against each other… it seemed fitting, as if this was how it was always supposed to be. Looking back, Zuko almost surprises himself with his natural like stealth which he uses to break the Avatar from his cell, so that the Prince may capture him himself. He is even more surprised when he awakens to find that his enemy, in return has rescued him and has stayed by his side until he woke up instead of leaving him behind.
The chosen child, his adversary, is curious.
“If we knew each other back then, do you think we could have been friends too?”
He did not answer him, simply launching an attack. He pushed him away, and yet as the airbender disappears from view, a part of him can also not but help and wonder…
But Zuko does not question his destiny. He must capture the Avatar. It is his only chance to regains his throne, his honour. He does not know why he is plagued in his dreams by dragons- sinuous, swift and intelligent creatures he believes to be extinct. He does not know why when he looks at Aang, really looks at him, that the struggle within him becomes even harder to control. He hates him. It’s not just the struggles of his two great-grandfather’s but his spirit is at war, unable to accept his true destiny. Aang’s spirit and his are meant to be friends. They are meant to be together. And yet he tries to hate him. He cannot think of Aang as a person, or he might lose sight of what he feels is more important. He tries so hard to make himself hard and unfeeling. That is the son his father wants.
Zuko sometimes feels he has embarrassing flickers of madness he does not wish to share with anyone. He once thought he saw the flicker of a blue and purple scaled tail in the mirror, months before he envisioned himself as Aang in Ba Sing Se.
But before even these visions took hold, a part of him cannot help but become increasingly incensed when he notices how impossible and unattainable the boy he chases seems to be. He hates himself. He hates his sister, who is better in the one thing he wishes to be best at. He hates Aang for being so…'perfect' and 'happy' all the time. He hates him sometimes because this child reminds him of how he used to be. Zuko continually screams at what will never be his. But most of all he hates Aang for being the first of his enemies to ever show compassion to him, by saving him instead of leaving him to die. Because it just makes it so much harder.
No, they can’t be friends. It is impossible.
Many months passed by before his true fate, already revealed, was finally accepted.
The chosen and the banished can be friends, they must be friends, if their world is to carry on. The world depends on it, and if they don’t, everything will end.
It is not easy. But after the Avatar’s friends dismiss him as nothing more than a liar wishing to cause them harm, Zuko retains hope when the one he wishes to accept him more than anything remains silent.
“Why are you not saying anything? You once said you thought we could be friends… You know I have good in me.”
The reply from the Avatar is softer, almost regretful, which makes it hurt harder than he can ever imagine. Far more than the other sore words of malice that he has just received.
“There’s no way we can trust you after everything you’ve done.”
Inside he is screaming. This is not how it is supposed to be. A bitter part of him recalls that perhaps he deserves this. He rejected this child’s first own extension of friendship, and he is getting nothing but a taste of his own medicine.
He gave up his throne for not only himself but for him. To finally do the right thing and join him like he was meant to. Can he not see that?
Still time, moves forward as it ever must, and finally accepted the banished teaches the chosen. Their friendship balances each other. They are yin and yang personified. But many struggles must still be completed before they finally get to the end.
Aang trembles when he stares into the dragon’s face. Zuko stays still, rigid with fear as both, backs pressed against each other, recall a memory they can’t truly remember.
Sinuous, swift, intelligent...
No death this time, no splintered doors, only the knowledge they needed and a spiritual connection now made which will never be broken.
Battles fought and won. Friendships made. When Zuko and the waterbender finally find their own friendship, it seems fitting, as two competitors, in their quest for Aang can both now finally find peace between themselves. Aang is their true connection to one-another, and neither shall be as close to each other as they are close to him, but Zuko cannot help but feel that it will be best if they do not let such a competition or their pasts spoil their new found respect for one-another. They are comrades in war now, after all.
He’s regained his throne and honour, but even more important, he has gained a friend in his old enemy, in a place he never thought to look into before.
The Avatar and the Fire Lord express their disbelief that they’ve come this far. From enemies across time to friends. Little do either know that this friendship had a long time coming, from two other worlds and a story different yet not so dissimilar from their own.
Still the flickers of their old lives, in those worlds they no longer inhabit cannot help but too smile.
“Strange isn’t it Randall? That we became friends a second time.”
“Kid, you have no idea.”
--
Toph: "Do you really think that friendships can last more than one life-time?"
Aang: "I think they do."
--
Yes… I’m weird. Hopefully fans of Avatar enjoyed this. I’m not posting this on FF.net, so post all critique here!
Avatar/Monsters Inc Crossover
Summary: Somewhere, in the depths of Aang’s mind, as he runs from Zuko and fights him, eluding his capture, a part of them suspects that they’ve played this game before.
Main characters: Aang and Boo are the main 'character' (singular). Also mainly Zuko but hints at Randall. Some Sulley also mentioned.
All platonic. No romance.
A/N: Basically, if you haven't watched avatar you might not get this- just me poking around rawing Aang-Boo and Randall-Zuko parallels with the always interesting plot device- reincarnation!
Connections is getting along, just want to do a few more chapters as well as the modifying thing- UGH! I lost a few chapters and have had to start modifying again. Computer freezing... ugh
--
“You’re like my sister… my father says she was born lucky, he says I was lucky to have been born….”- Zuko- The Last Airbender
“You’ve been number one for too long Sullivan, now your time is up!” –Randall- Monsters Inc.
--
Aang remained frozen for one-hundred years in that iceberg, but while his body slept, his spirit did not.
After a few years had passed in this stationary state, the spirit of him grew restless and so, at great risk to its safety, it took a chance, and left the body of the twelve year old boy it inhabited.
The Avatar’s spirit travelled through space to a world filled with people not unlike the one it called home, but a place where bending did not exist and instead the advancement of science and curiosity was where true power lay. This spirit was not the first of its old world to visit this place, nor would it possibly be the last.
This time, the Avatar’s spirit chose to be born as a girl. A girl in a country and a world it would no longer fully remember when she will finally returns to where she belongs.
But even in this one life where the four elements are not gifts, where the fate of an entire world is not supposed to rest on one, or her, she is not immune from being ‘chosen’ by powers outside of her control.
It was a good life. Not quite as peaceful as the spirit might have hoped, but a good one. It was one filled with new things for the spirit to discover and enjoy, in a world so similar and yet different to its own.
Still she retained a small part of her from her previous male life, the life of the body she left behind, which was not dead, but one she was still tethered to. Swiftness of feet, curiosity, laughter, the wish for freedom…
“Air is the element of freedom….And they apparently had great senses of humour!”
As the furred monster comes through, an unknown part of her spirit cannot help but be attracted. She cannot resist. Is his tongue rough like a cat’s like the friend he reminds her of? A part of her wonders this as she flicks a stubby tentacle of her costume at his lip. She never does find out.
“Appa?”
Dragons, burning, gloom, fear. She cannot breathe. The darkest part of her spirit associates dragons with abandonment. The life she led before the airbender stopped when his best friend deserted him while on top of his own dragon, while his own spirit animal, another dragon, enveloped him in comfort during their demise. Just one of many deaths her spirit has experienced, but in a way, this is the one still fresh in her sub-conscious. Dragons mean death and the mind of a two year old cannot hope to distinguish or make sense of it.
Dragons are sinuous, swift and intelligent creatures in the world her spirit used to inhabit.
“Hey, that looks like Randall… Randall’s your monster….”
Her spirit is used to entering different worlds. She just wants to explore.
It is strange how scared these two are of heights her spirit thinks, as they clatter down the stream of doors. What is more fun then rushing through the air at high speeds? There is nothing better. In many dreams, she has wished to fly and has dreamt of a laughing boy as they rush through the postal system of a city of stone….
After many years she dies and she finally returned to the life she was destined to lead, back to the body of the boy, the one called Aang. He is the Avatar, the last airbender, travelling with and awoken by the one who mothers everyone she meets. She is one who is good and wishes to help people yet is not always moral and upstanding, whose rage can blind her to that which is true. This new friend does not understand yet that justice and revenge are not the same. Aang also travels with one who at times seems to use sarcasm as not just a way of expressing himself, but as a way of life.
The recesses of his mind tugs and teases at him, but he ignores it. Having odd feelings has happened before. He has lived thousands of lives and although without clear memories, it would not surprise him if he had circled this way before during all his time as Avatar. Things repeat. It’s his destiny to do so. Save the world. That’s what he always must do.
Still this feeling that he is missing…something… burns ever stronger every time he meets the one they call Zuko.
But what could they have possibly in common? They are the chosen child and the banished Prince. They are enemies, and although he likes to think there is good in everyone, a part of Aang thinks that that their relationship will never change. Another part disagrees with this sentiment, but he tries to push it to the back of his mind. They’ll always fight each other. Zuko hates him even if Aang feels no personal hatred for him himself.
“He never gives up.”
The spirit within him stirs, the inkling of her memories still trapped. Perhaps the spirit of the Avatar was not the only one to pass through to a different world.
A banished one who wishes to capture her… him, to regain his honour and his father’s love. It is tragic that he believes that love is something you have to earn, that the Prince feels it is something which is conditional. The first time they pair fought together rather than against each other… it seemed fitting, as if this was how it was always supposed to be. Looking back, Zuko almost surprises himself with his natural like stealth which he uses to break the Avatar from his cell, so that the Prince may capture him himself. He is even more surprised when he awakens to find that his enemy, in return has rescued him and has stayed by his side until he woke up instead of leaving him behind.
The chosen child, his adversary, is curious.
“If we knew each other back then, do you think we could have been friends too?”
He did not answer him, simply launching an attack. He pushed him away, and yet as the airbender disappears from view, a part of him can also not but help and wonder…
But Zuko does not question his destiny. He must capture the Avatar. It is his only chance to regains his throne, his honour. He does not know why he is plagued in his dreams by dragons- sinuous, swift and intelligent creatures he believes to be extinct. He does not know why when he looks at Aang, really looks at him, that the struggle within him becomes even harder to control. He hates him. It’s not just the struggles of his two great-grandfather’s but his spirit is at war, unable to accept his true destiny. Aang’s spirit and his are meant to be friends. They are meant to be together. And yet he tries to hate him. He cannot think of Aang as a person, or he might lose sight of what he feels is more important. He tries so hard to make himself hard and unfeeling. That is the son his father wants.
Zuko sometimes feels he has embarrassing flickers of madness he does not wish to share with anyone. He once thought he saw the flicker of a blue and purple scaled tail in the mirror, months before he envisioned himself as Aang in Ba Sing Se.
But before even these visions took hold, a part of him cannot help but become increasingly incensed when he notices how impossible and unattainable the boy he chases seems to be. He hates himself. He hates his sister, who is better in the one thing he wishes to be best at. He hates Aang for being so…'perfect' and 'happy' all the time. He hates him sometimes because this child reminds him of how he used to be. Zuko continually screams at what will never be his. But most of all he hates Aang for being the first of his enemies to ever show compassion to him, by saving him instead of leaving him to die. Because it just makes it so much harder.
No, they can’t be friends. It is impossible.
Many months passed by before his true fate, already revealed, was finally accepted.
The chosen and the banished can be friends, they must be friends, if their world is to carry on. The world depends on it, and if they don’t, everything will end.
It is not easy. But after the Avatar’s friends dismiss him as nothing more than a liar wishing to cause them harm, Zuko retains hope when the one he wishes to accept him more than anything remains silent.
“Why are you not saying anything? You once said you thought we could be friends… You know I have good in me.”
The reply from the Avatar is softer, almost regretful, which makes it hurt harder than he can ever imagine. Far more than the other sore words of malice that he has just received.
“There’s no way we can trust you after everything you’ve done.”
Inside he is screaming. This is not how it is supposed to be. A bitter part of him recalls that perhaps he deserves this. He rejected this child’s first own extension of friendship, and he is getting nothing but a taste of his own medicine.
He gave up his throne for not only himself but for him. To finally do the right thing and join him like he was meant to. Can he not see that?
Still time, moves forward as it ever must, and finally accepted the banished teaches the chosen. Their friendship balances each other. They are yin and yang personified. But many struggles must still be completed before they finally get to the end.
Aang trembles when he stares into the dragon’s face. Zuko stays still, rigid with fear as both, backs pressed against each other, recall a memory they can’t truly remember.
Sinuous, swift, intelligent...
No death this time, no splintered doors, only the knowledge they needed and a spiritual connection now made which will never be broken.
Battles fought and won. Friendships made. When Zuko and the waterbender finally find their own friendship, it seems fitting, as two competitors, in their quest for Aang can both now finally find peace between themselves. Aang is their true connection to one-another, and neither shall be as close to each other as they are close to him, but Zuko cannot help but feel that it will be best if they do not let such a competition or their pasts spoil their new found respect for one-another. They are comrades in war now, after all.
He’s regained his throne and honour, but even more important, he has gained a friend in his old enemy, in a place he never thought to look into before.
The Avatar and the Fire Lord express their disbelief that they’ve come this far. From enemies across time to friends. Little do either know that this friendship had a long time coming, from two other worlds and a story different yet not so dissimilar from their own.
Still the flickers of their old lives, in those worlds they no longer inhabit cannot help but too smile.
“Strange isn’t it Randall? That we became friends a second time.”
“Kid, you have no idea.”
--
Toph: "Do you really think that friendships can last more than one life-time?"
Aang: "I think they do."
--
Yes… I’m weird. Hopefully fans of Avatar enjoyed this. I’m not posting this on FF.net, so post all critique here!