Kissyyou: I do not own the Avatar the Last Airbender! Boy X Boy WARNING!


"Hey you. Did you pay Lord Alama's fee today?" one of the guards approached a figure by the fruit stand.

"Yeah. I did," the man in a hood answers.

"Good. Then we don't have to beat you up today," the guard laughs with his partner as he kicks a nearby basket and knocks the stand holding the apples up. "Have fun cleaning up," they laugh harder as they walk away to torment the next vendor.

The man sighs quietly as he gets up to gather up the apples and tosses the bruised fruits aside.

"That was rather mean of them," a voice said behind him.

He slowly turns around and sees a boy who was maybe around twelve years of age. He was wearing an orange and yellow robe that hang from his body loosely. He has visible arrow tattoos on his head and arms.

"...It's none of your business," the man spat as he finishes picking up all the apples off the ground and heads back to his seat.

"Why are you just letting them do what they want?" the boy steps closer.

"Listen kid, either you buy something or stop wasting my time," the cloaked figure snarled.

"Okay, okay! Calm down! I just wanted an apple…" the boy waves his hand in surrender.

"It's going to be two copper coins."

"Oh...I don't have money."

"Why you little-!"

"Hey you! Apparently you have not paid your part today!" the same guard came back from his round.

The boy quickly ran to the back of the fruit stand to hide. The cloaked figure huffs quietly as he gather his thoughts. "I did, this morning," he replies, ignoring the boy behind his stand.

"You forgot to pay for the afternoon fee!" the guard reaches over and grab onto the figure's cloak and threw him down onto the sidewalk.

The figure felt a sharp pain shoot through his shoulder and he could feel the area bruise as he groans in pain against the pavement. "What...why do I need to pay again? I barely have any customers this morning…" he held up his hands to block from oncoming punches. He felt a heavy weight sit on his chest, nearly suffocating him. He tries to shove the guard off, but the older man was way too heavy. He felt his head gets bashed multiple of times, but before his vision turns black, he felt the weight flew off of him.

The boy quickly rushes over to the figure and supports him up. "Hey! Hey! Don't sleep yet! Tell me where your home is so I can get you to a safe area!"

The figure leans over a bit and whispers the location into the boy's ear before passing out. The boy lifts the figure's arm and rest it around his neck as he drags the body to the said location.


Night was approaching and the boy struggled to start a fire. He have wrapped the figure in thick blankets to keep him warm and hopes that the stranger would be okay. He suddenly heard a small groan and crawls over to the body in the middle of the room.

"How are you feeling?" the boy smiles down at the figure. He noticed that the figure was wearing a thick bandana over one of his eyes and another one over his mouth, successfully covering three-fourths of his face. However, when his one eye opens, it was like looking into a pool of gold. The boy finds himself staring into the eye for a little longer than necessary.

The figure slowly sits up and shifts away from the boy. "Why are you still here?" the figure grunts.

"Don't move so suddenly…" the boy scoots closer to the figure. "Of course I would still be here. I never leave a person alone when they are injured," the boy pouts at the figure.

"I do not need your help," the older man held his shoulder in pain.

"Well too bad! I already handled everything!" the boy crosses his arms in defiance.

"...What do you mean?"

"I helped pack away your stall while you were knocked out," the boy tries to force himself to look irritated but the cold was getting to him and he was slightly shivering.

After a couple of moments of silence, the figure noticed the boy rubbing his hands and arms to warm up. The figure took pity on the boy and slowly gets up to start a fire in the room. Eventually he turns to the boy and beckons for him to sit closer to the fire pit for warmth.

The boy took his offer and shuffles over to the fire pit, lifting his hands up towards the fire to heat up his cold fingers. "...So...my name is Aang, what's yours?" the boy turns his head up and smiles at the figure.

The figure looks away and into the fire, "...Zuko." The figure mentally reprimand himself once he realized he have slipped up. He should have told the boy his alias, Lee, instead.

Aang hums in response, but his stomach growled loudly that it effectively ruined the mood. "Ah...I never got to have that apple…" Aang rubbed his stomach.

"...did you want anything to eat?"

"Oh don't worry about it, I'm used to not eating. I'm a vegetarian so I'll be fine when I have an apple tomorrow," the boy rubs his hands towards the fire again.

"..." Zuko slowly stands up and walks over to his small kitchen. He starts heating up a pot of stew and brought out a fish from the basement. Zuko then placed the fish over the fire pit to grill and placed two loaves of bread on a plate and kneel down next to Aang.

Aang stares intently at the figure making dinner, while rubbing his hands together from time to time to keep warm. Zuko carefully places down a bowl of chunky potato and carrot soup in front of Aang and held out a loaf of bread. "Oh...thank you," Aang smiles gratefully.

"No problem," replied Zuko as he sits down besides Aang and slowly takes off the cloak and mask. Aang tries to pretend that he wasn't paying attention to Zuko stripping by eating his bread, but he was so curious of how the person looked underneath all the cloth.

He slowly turns himself to face Zuko, taking note of the fluffy dark brown hair and light pale skin and WOAH. Zuko is gorgeous...even with the burn scar on the left side of his face. His gold eyes shine with such intensity towards the fire and Aang wonders why he covered his face to that extent.

The older boy takes the fish off the pit and slowly blows on it to cool it down before biting into the flesh. Aang ended up staring at Zuko eating a little too long that Zuko felt weird eating his fish. "What are you gawking at?"

"Ah! Nothing! Absolutely nothing!" Aang panics.

Zuko looks at him suspiciously but ignores the younger boy and continues eating his fish and bread.

"I-I was just wondering why you keep your face hidden…"

Zuko growls deeply while glaring daggers at the younger boy. "You don't have to tell me! I'm sorry for asking!" Aang backs away slowly. Aang hesitantly brings a spoon to his mouth and sips the soup, "Wow, this is delicious!"

Zuko bites off another part of the fish before mumbling, "...It's just soup with vegetables…"

"This is so good though! I wish I could cook like you."

"Stop talking and eat," Zuko sighs deeply.

Aang pouts but scoots closer to sit right next to Zuko again, brushing their thighs together. Aang starts scarfing down the food but stops every now and then to enjoy the soup's flavor, "Mmmm, so good."

"Once you are done, just put your bowl in the sink over there," Zuko slowly stands up and clears his dishes.

"Oh! I'm almost done! Thank you for the meal!" Aang finishes his soup and takes the last bite of his bread. The younger boy walks over to the sink and sets his bowl down. "Oh um...I don't have a place to stay...so...can I stay the night please?" Aang pleads.

"..." Zuko walks past him and starts putting down blankets next to the fire pit.

"Please! I have nowhere to stay! I promise I will leave first thing tomorrow morn-"

"Don't worry about it. I'll sleep here if you want to sleep next to the fire pit to stay warm."

"Huh?" Aang walks over to Zuko. "Really? I can stay?"

"Did you want me to change my mind," Zuko slowly lays down, trying to avoid hurting his shoulder even more.

"W-Wait! Let me look at your bruises since you are awake!"

"What?" Zuko sits up again and shifts away from Aang.

Aang held up a box of ointment and a cotton ball, "Come on Zuko, turn and face me...please?" The younger boy sits in front of him and smiles warmly at him. "The faster we do this, the faster I will let you sleep," Aang winks.

Zuko furrows his eyes together, but knows he can't win against this kid, because in all honesty, the kid is very cute and endearing. "..." Zuko lean his face towards Aang and the younger boy grunts in accomplishment.

"Good Zuko," Aang beams happily as he reaches over and starts applying ointment on Zuko's slightly swollen cheekbones and chin. "I'm glad that the guard did not get you too badly, is your head okay? He did throw you onto the pavement."

"Yeah. My shoulder broke my fall," Zuko held back a hiss from the stinging sensation of the ointment.

"Ouch. May I look at your shoulder as well? Please?" Aang unknowingly scooted very close to Zuko's face.

'Too close…' Zuko thought as he tried not to make eye contact because he would end up going crossed-eye. The older boy just shrugs off his cloak and shirt and brought his injured left shoulder forward towards Aang.

Aang's eyes widen at the huge red and purple bruise on the top of the shoulder, "This looks painful! You were about to just go to sleep without taking care of it?!" Aang went over to his small pouch and brought out cloths and a jug of water. He ran over to Zuko and plops down next to the shoulder. "All right. Don't move," Aang instructed as he bended the water out of the jug and moved his hand over the shoulder. The smaller boy held Zuko's hand with his other hand as if to comfort him. Zuko felt the area cool down and the pain slowly subsides, "W-What...are you doing?" Zuko unconsciously tighten his hold onto the other boy's hand.

"Healing you, silly," Aang giggles quietly. After a couple of minutes, he returned the water back to his jug. He took up a couple of cloths to wrap up the shoulder, but realized his hand is still being occupied. "Um…I need my hand back…" Aang blushes lightly.

"Oh, sorry," Zuko quickly lets go of his hand and looks away bashfully.

The smaller boy then wraps up the shoulder securely. "There," Aang said as his hand lingered on Zuko's arm a moment longer. "Let me check on it tomorrow morning to see if I can heal it more. I'm happy that your shoulder is not broken, it would take longer to heal."

Zuko mumbles to himself as he rubs his shoulder. "Hm? You said something?" Aang looks up at him, eyes shining with curiosity.

Zuko met his eyes and noticed that the younger boy has beautiful pearly silver eyes. He leans forward and lightly bump his forehead against Aang, "...thanks."

Aang blushes as he smiles shyly, "You're welcome."

They stared into each other's eyes for a while, slightly breathing in the same air. Aang felt his heart beat harder in his chest. Zuko leans back suddenly, "We should sleep now. Here...lie closer to the fire pit so you won't be so cold." Aang tilted his head to the side in confusion as he lets Zuko tuck him in and lie down next to him.

"...You know...it's rare to see a waterbender in a place like this...what brought you here?" Zuko looks at Aang.

"Ah...I…" Aang blushes from their close proximity.

"..Never mind, you don't have to tell me if you don't want to," Zuko turns away.

Aang sits up a bit, "Um! I can't tell you yet...I will one day...but when I do-will you tell me how you got that scar?"

"..." Zuko remains quiet. "...I can't promise you that."

"...I understand…" Aang lays down again, "Good night, Zuko."

"...good night."


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