Title: His Eyes
By: Me, BitterSweetNightmare
Dedicated to: Jetko Fan Everywhere
First Attemp to writing Jetko
Zukos POV
People think I have it all. I have a beautiful girlfriend, money, power, serveants, and a heir to the throne. Couldnt get any better right?...Wrong. Living as a peasent was pretty nice. At first I hated it, but then I began to love being able to do something for myself, to live where I could look at the stars, when I was in Ba Sing Se and met that rebel who is the most interesting person I have ever met. When I first met him I felt something, something no one else could do to me. He was very handsome, strong, and had deep eyes.
Those deep eyes...oh, how I love those tender, soft, brown eyes. They sparkled with mischievious and wonder when ever he told one of his nurtoreious stories. Two eyes that could take someone and bring them somewhere else where they could be what they want to be. I believed the first time I was captured by them I discovered something...something that changed what I thought about others. What discovered was that I was gay and in love with that rebel.
Shaking my head that night we met became a habbit when ever I thought of the rebel, when ever I saw the rebel, when the rebel looked at me with mischievious in those eyes when he was getting to the good part of the stories. My heart was immediately captured by that rebel, I tried to keep my distence, but I could not. That rebel was every thing I wanted and I would give anything for him. I wanted to ask he out sometime when we were in the city, but before I could he got to other stories that told me he was not interested in being a homosexual.
He told uncle and me stories of his "run in with women". It seemed that every girl he met he had been in his bed that night, every girl who talked to him, every girl who was saved by him, every girl that heard his story, every girl that went into a trans when they looked in those eyes. Those eyes brought them to peaceful places were they were promised that he would hold them close in his arms. At that moment for the first time in my life I wished I was a girl.
The next morning I cleared my mind, he would not want to be in a realationship with another man. Oh no, he wanted to be with the opposite sex, not knowing what he did to me. What he made me feel. But my heart, body, mind, and soul still wants him. Him, the rebel, who stoled me and brought me to magical places by just looking at his deep eyes.
