I wrote this fan fiction on a whim. I think General Iroh II is a beautiful character and a rather impressive testimony to the Fire Nation royal family lineage (Let's face it, even Lord Sozin was kind of hot—Fire Nation joke!). Since Iroh II was only in three episodes last season, we weren't able to truly enjoy his presence. However, I believe that he's exactly like his grandfather, Zuko. He's the fandom cake; everyone wants a slice of that.

Onto the summary: While Iroh II stays on Air Temple Island, his patience is severely tested when everyone suddenly wants a piece of him. Shenanigans ensue.

Get ready for both strange and predictable pairings, and then some rather…unorthodox, crack-tastic displays of affection.

Oh, yes.


Breaching

Iroh sighed in content as he stepped out of the tub. He repressed the urge to squeak like a child when the cool air hit his previously warmed skin. The general hurriedly reached for a towel and wrapped it around his hips. He felt droplets of water running down his back, legs and chest. It tickled him with chills, but it wasn't totally unpleasant.

As he exited the washroom, he strolled into his bedroom. He expected to slip into his uniform and visit Asami in the courtyard. Ah, Miss Sato. He remembered her huge, pale green eyes sparkling as he asked to meet her there. 'It's a date', she'd replied, her luscious black mane flowing in the wind behind them. The thought of the raven-haired beauty made a rare smile breach Iroh's features.

"You have the loveliest dimples." A voice declared.

Iroh gasped, turning to the direction of the sound and he raised he his hands up, ready to fight the intruder. But when he saw a pair of orange and yellow robes emerge from his wardrobe, he realized that he actually had two intruders.

Two little intruders.

Jinora and Ikki, the two female air benders, stepped out of the wardrobe and stared up at him, smiling pleasantly. Ikki, the hyper child, waved at him. Her sister giggled at his bare chest.

Iroh felt unbelievably mortified to have two juveniles in his bedroom. What were they doing? He thought. Or better yet, how did they get in?

He tried to joke about it, "You know, ladies, it's wrong to infringe on a man's privacy while he's nude."

Jinora shrugged and stated matter-of-factly, "You aren't exactly nude, General Iroh, sir. You have a towel over your midsection."

Ikki nodded in agreement then started to babble. "So were you taking a bath? What kind of soap did you use? Was it the cherry blossom one we gave you? Do you use soap in the Fire Nation? I bet you do, you all look so comely."

Iroh completely ignored the younger child's inquiries and turned to the older, reprimanding gently, "You shouldn't be here. What if your father finds out?"

At the thought of Tenzin realizing that his only daughters were in a room with a naked man, and realizing that it was Iroh, well…the prince certainly didn't want to delve into that leeway. Dishonor, dishonor, dishonor…

Jinora placed a hand over her chest, seeming offended and she uttered, "We just wanted to see what being a general was like."

The man raised an eyebrow, asking, "Commander Bumi is your Uncle, correct? Why don't you ask him? And do it in less…unceremonious conditions." He gripped the towel against him and stared hard at the two sisters.

Ikki started up with the questions once again, "So, isn't your mom Zuko's daughter? He gave her the throne, so that makes her the Fire Lord, but isn't she married? So wouldn't your dad be the Fire Lord and your mom the Fire Lady? Is that the same thing? Or does your mom have a special title?"

Iroh felt a shiver up trail down his spine. He was starting to get cold in his undressed state. He needed to get dressed and….

ASAMI! The thought of Miss Sato waiting for him in the courtyard slammed into his mind. She probably thought he was jilting her. He groaned and pinched the bridge of his nose, a habit he picked up from his grandfather.

"Look," he scolded the children, "why don't you two leave so I can get dressed? I have an appointment."

Ikki prodded, "With Asami?"

Jinora added, "She's super pretty."

Iroh smiled a bit then. "Yes. She is."

Jinora sighed as she caught sight of his dimples. "You are so handsome." She exhaled.

Ikki started to hop, making Iroh believe that she might have some kind of sugar problem. The girl pondered as she jumped onto an air scooter, "How old are you, General? Isn't Fire Lord Zuko like, 87? That's a huge number! He's 80 years older than me! I know Gran-Gran Katara's almost his age. Did you know they were friends growing up?"

Iroh could only address the first question, honestly having tuned her out after that. He sighed, "I'm much older than you, that's for sure."

Jinora beamed at him, saying, "General, you remind me of an illustration I saw in a novel once about two lovers who couldn't be together so they built a cave-"

The general cleared his throat and waved his hand at them, gesturing that he wished they leave.

The girls huffed and puffed but still complied with his request. They shuffled out of the room and as Ikki began closing the door, she stuck her black haired head past the threshold and singsonged, "If it doesn't work out with Asami, you know where to find me. You'll only have to wait ten years!"