Hi! This is my very first fan fiction EVER, so I know that there must be lots of mistakes. PLEASE review, because I really want to know what I did wrong. This will probably be a two-shot.
Zuko's POV. He stops in a town, and runs into Sokka. They get captured by pirates, and they end up having to work together in order to escape.
Honor, love, acceptance.
That's all I want. These things, they are the reason that I'm out on this seemingly endless quest to capture the Avatar. I have to capture the Avatar, for he is my only ticket home. Without him, I am nothing in my father's eyes. Nothing but a weak failure. But I'll show them, I'll show them all. I'm not a failure, I'm not weak, I am Prince Zuko, son of Firelord Ozai and Firelady Ursa. Heir to the throne. That is, only if I capture the Avatar. Now I am just Zuko, the disgrace. Anyone can see who I am, everyone can see my shame, just by glancing at my face. My scar gives everything away. It marks me, its like a curse, the curse of the banished prince, forced to chase the Avatar for the rest of my miserable life. But like I said, I will show everyone, my father mostly, that they were wrong.
Thoughts like these were running through Zuko's head as he practiced his firebending out on the deck of his ship. It was just yesterday when he fought the Avatar and the two Water Tribe peasants at Kyoshi Island. Surprisingly, he found himself feeling a little sick inside at the thought of how he burned down that village. He was not Zhou. He was not Azula. The Avatar should consider himself lucky that it was Zuko who was hunting him down and not Azula. Azula would have captured him by now. Azula would not have made any mistakes. Azula is perfect. "Prince Zuko?" His uncle Iroh called out from the door that led out to the deck.
"What is it, Uncle?" Zuko questioned, his golden eyes shining from the fire that still remained.
"We're out of tea, there is a town at the nearest port. It will only take a few hours." Iroh replied, with a pleading tone.
"Tea? A few hours? We don't have a few hours, Uncle! Can't you just drink water?"
"No! Tea is more than just a cure for thirstiness! It is a way of life! My of life!" Iroh cried in what Zuko thought was disbelief.
"Humph- fine. But we will only be there for three hours, tops!" Zuko hissed out in frustration.
"Thank you, Prince Zuko. I am blessed to have such an understanding nephew." Iroh smiled, as Zuko "Humphed" again.
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The port they stopped in was a overall small one, there were lots of good shops, but not very many houses. Must be a tourist attraction, then. Zuko thought.
While his uncle strolled into a tea shop to buy tea, Zuko decided to find somewhere quiet to sit, away from all the busy shoppers. He stopped dead in his tracks when he saw the Water Tribe peasant, the boy. He was talking to a merchant about buying a purse. "Man Bag!" He insisted.
Luckily, Zuko was not wearing his usual armor today, since he had not expected to run into the Water tribe boy, so the foolish young man will not recognize him. He was wearing a sleeveless button-up shirt today, (the one he wears when training) and his usual boots and pants. He was wearing a cloak on top of that. Pulling the hood over his partially-bald head and over his gold eyes, Zuko quietly crept over to a bench that was next to the bench where the boy was sitting. Apparently, the merchant would not lower the price and the Water tribe boy could not afford the purse. (Man-bag!)
Zuko briefly tried to remember what the boy's name was. Sokka...? he thought.
Zuko was pretty sure that the girl (Katara...?) called him that when they were battling. "Excuse me, sir, but is this seat taken?" spoke up a loud girl's voice.
When Zuko turned around, he saw a pretty young woman with big brown eyes smiling at him. Zuko merely frowned, and muttered a reply; "No...You can sit there..."
Obviously, the girl was interested in Zuko, because she was giving him a look of complete adoration, a look similar to the look that the Avatar gives to Katara. But of course, Zuko being the grumpy honor-obsessed prince he is, hadn't even thought of that. He ignored her, and went back to observing the downcast boy in the next bench over out of the corner of his eye. "Sooooooooo, what's your name?" the brown-eyed girl loudly questioned.
"Uuuuuuhhhhhhhhmmmmmm..." Zuko quickly scanned his brain for a good alias, if he said his real name then Sokka would hear and confront him, "L-lee."
"So your names Lee?"
Yes, that's what I just said. The girl was annoying, but Zuko didn't particularly feel like yelling today.
"Yes." he replied, scowling.
Reading this, one might question why Zuko was watching Sokka pout over not being able to afford a purse, (MAN-BAG!) but Zuko does have a reason for it. Well, not really. Zukos just doing this out of curiosity. He wants to see what they act like and how they live outside of battle, since battle is really the only time they meet. The girl continues to goad and annoy Zuko, until he is about to snap. Right when Zuko is about to snap and yell at the girl to go away, a even louder voice than the girl's interrupts. "Zuko!" Sokka shouts in disbelief.
"Sssssshhhhhhh- Shut up!" Zuko hisses as he puts his hand over Sokka's mouth as an attempt to cease his yelling, almost strangling the boomerang guy in the process.
"Mlaaaaaa~"
"Ewwwwww! Gross!" Zuko shouted as he wrung out his hand which Sokka just licked.
"That's what you get when you try to silence me- the super-omniscient-all-powerful boomerang man~" Sokka cried in a singsong voice, "Now tell me, evil-doer, why are you here, in my presence!"
"Omniscient? Please, the day you become omniscient is the day that my-"
"Why are you in my presence?" Sokka repeated.
"Come over here and I'll tell you!" Zuko grabbed Sokka by the arm and pulled him over to an alley, where they won't be overheard, leaving a confused young girl sitting on the bench wondering who "Lee" really is.
Once they were in the alley, Zuko explained why he was there. "-Then I saw you, and got curious." Zuko concluded.
"You got curious while your uncle bought tea? If that's all you have to tell me then why did you drag me by the arm back here?" Sokka asked incredulously.
"I don't want anyone to know who I am. Since this port is often used for Firenavy ships , most people here would know a little about the Firenation, which means that they know who I am." Zuko seethed.
"Why wouldn't you want people to recognize you?" Sokka asked, genuinely curious, which was why he was no longer sneering at his Firenation enemy.
"No reason!" Zuko retorted, anyway, I've told you why I'm here, now tell me why you're here!"
"Simple. While Aang and Katara are playing in a stream a little bit west of here with their magic water, I wanted to go shopping. Then I saw you, and my whole day was ruined." Sokka explained with a smug grin.
That smug grin faded away into horror as he realized that he just gave the Avatar's location away. Sokka heard a sharp intake of breath as Zuko realized this too. "of course, if you're here, then the Avatar must be nearby-"
Zuko's realization came to an abrupt stop when a big metal pot came in contact with his head. Sokka, surprised, looked up to see who had hit Zuko, when the same thing happened to him.
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Muahahahahahahahaha! End of chapter one! Chapter two should be up soon.