In this story, I made up a Fire Nation character, a girl named Sudaki, who was a childhood friend of Azula. They broke connections after Sudaki's parents died and she was sent to live in Jet's forest. No one knew she was there. No one, until now...

For the first part of the story, it's gonna be light cases JetxSudaki, ya know, no kisses, but when Jet meets Aang and his gang again, along with Azula, it will be SudakixSokka and JetxAzula. JetxAzula is a very serious pairing; they will have a much more serious relationship than Jet and Sudaki or Sudaki and Sokka.

Disclaimer: This is a DISclaimer, not a claimer, so... yea... But I DO own Sudaki! Ok?

-Moon (I used to be Moonriser)


Jet's lanky form slipped through the shadows as he went on another one of those scouts of his, scoring the forest for anything suspicious. He felt that, since he and his fellow Freedom Fighters were the only ones living in this forest and that he was their leader, it was his duty to keep his forest safe.

Jet was wearing his usual outfit of red, dark blue, black, brown and some silver. He had on a red tunic with a brown belt, black pants, silver leg wrappings and black boots. He didn't exactly have sleeves; on his right arm, his shoulder was bared, and his left shoulder was shielded with a silver plate that was polished so well, it flickered in the smallest amount of light. His trademark blade of grass was in his mouth, and his twin Tiger Hook swords were in their place in his belt, ready to be drawn and used at last minute.

Jet suddenly stopped short.

Something rustled behind him.

Jet turned around sharply, his dark brown eyes narrowing, his brown puffy afro swishing. He needed a haircut...

Before his eyes stood a girl, crouched, knowing she was caught, her golden orbs narrowed, ready to spring at any wrong move.

This mysterious girl was wearing a brown tunic, with a red belt, which went to her knees and had long slits down either side of the skirt. Under the sleeveless tunic was a green t-shirt. Her long black hair was tied back into a loose bun, strands of hair covering her face. She had black pants and brown cloth wounded around her legs and feet, serving as boots. Her face was small and still babyish. It held a sharp pout.

In her hands, she held two razor-sharp fans. One was ready to be wielded; the other was still in its place in her belt.

Jet reached his hand out to her, taking a slow, small step toward her.

The girl's eyes twitched, and, instinctively, her fan went flying at Jet. Jet drew his swords and blocked the fan, sending the fan back at its master. The girl caught it neatly and threw it again.

Jet decided it was time to kick up his heels.

Jet turned and ran smoothly through the woods. The girl followed him with considerable ease, both fans out, her arms straight and held out behind her, fans ready to be thrown as a dagger or a razor, hair flying out in all directions.

Jet began to weaken as the girl kept up her steady pace. He could run very fast, but not for a very long time. Jet turned around and held his swords in a cross in front of his face, head bowed down, eyes closed.

Then, he let his swords drop.

They clattered uselessly to the ground.

The mysterious girl recognized the sign of defeat and stood straight up, spinning her fans in her hands and sticking them back in her belt with a smooth move. Bowing, she looked up at Jet with narrowed eyes.

"I trust you will keep me a secret..."

It was Jet's turn to look at her with narrowed eyes. "Why would you think that?"

The mysterious girl frowned deeper. "My presence in this forest has been a secret for five years. I intend to keep it that way."

Without warning, the girl grabbed her fans again and, keeping them closed for a more direct and painful hit, whipped them at Jet. Jet's reaction was slow, and the fans knocked him backwards, hitting his forehead. His eyes closed.

The mysterious girl bent down and placed her hand on his chest seductively. "We'll meet again..." she murmured, a hand crawling up his chest, and with that, she gathered her fans and ran off. Something fluttered from her hands onto the ground.

Jet, with the last of his strength, grabbed at the piece of paper and held it to his eyes. It had two fans drawn crudely on it, side by side, and the insignia of the Fire Nation was in the background.

Jet groaned and closed his eyes. His butt had been whooped by a Fire Nation outcast...

Later that day, Jet finally showed up at his tree houses, looking tired and confused. In one hand he clutched the piece of paper the mysterious girl had left; the other hand he used to cover the gash in his forehead.

Longshot squinted silently down at his master. His eyes narrowed. Something had happened to him.

Longshot was Jet's closest friend, even though he couldn't talk. In a way, the two understood each other. The Duke was too young, Smellerbee was a girl, and Pipsqueak... well, he was Pipsqueak.

Longshot jumped down beside his friend. His face was pinched in a questioning frown. Jet uncovered his gash, thrusted the piece of paper, which was crumpled from his grip, into Longshot's hands, and headed up for his room. His eyes held a dazed, tired look. Everything swum before his eyes as he went to his room. The forest floor looked so far away...

Longshot stared up after his friend, then down to an insignia. His thoughts began to whir.

the fans must mean the whoever attacked Jet was a girl; what kind of a perverted boy used fans as weapons? And this girl was definitely of the Fire Nation, because of the insignia in the background. Maybe she was an outcast; not many firebenders lived outside the Fire Nation boundaries.

Longshot stuffed the parchment into his pocket, which wasn't hard because the piece of paper was quite small, and went after his friend.

Meanwhile, Jet was lying facedown on his straw mat. His forehead was resting on the back of his hand. It had stopped bleeding, and was just starting to scab.

Jet groaned as his muscles finally relaxed.

Whoever this girl was, he was going to find her.

Jet wanted to find this mysterious girl because he was just a naturally curious teenager. He waned to know why a girl was living on her own out of Fire Nation boundaries. He wanted to know why she had been living in secret in his forest for five years. And, he wanted to know why the heck her instincts told her to attack anyone who approached her.

Well, that last one was a little ovvious, but what the heck? Who cared?

Then, Longshot came in. His questioning frown gave away whatever he was going to say. Heh. Like he had a choice.

Jet sighed. He was never able to keep his thoughts hidden from Longshot very well. He sat up and told Longshot about everything that happened.

Longshot listened silently. From the way his friend blabered, he knew that Jet was going to be obsessed over finding this girl.

Ah well... Longshot nodded as Jet finished his story, and they sat in an awkward silence.

Longshot finally got up and left silently. Jet watched him silently as well. The bade of grass in his mouth shifted as he set his jaw.

As soon as his forehead healed, he would go after this fire nation girl again.


A/N: Was it good? Plz r&r and let me know!

-Moon