Disclaimer: I do not own Avatar. This is my story on how Ozzai and Ursa met. I would like to call it Iroh and Ozzai's teen adventures. So enjoy the story, and reviews are very much appreciated.

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Rain poured from the sky as Iroh frowned. Today was his and his nephew day off. He had been looking forward to taking Zuko to the park for a nice walk, or even a tranquil picnic. But to his dismay, the ground was now muddy because of the constant rain.

Iroh quickly brought his little garden that was on the window sill inside before his flowers were drowned. An abrupt noise sounded as Zuko came out of his room. His face was now deep in thought. It was one of the faces that Iroh had trouble reading, but he knew one thing. Zuko was trying to decide on something that he couldn't decide on.

"Well nephew, it seems we can't go on our walk today. It's raining." Iroh greeted as Zuko rigidly sat on a kitchen chair.

"Great." He replied sarcastically.

"Well we shouldn't let the rain spoil our day off." Iroh said moving toward the teapot. "You haven't told me about your date last night." Iroh lighted the fire and placed the teapot gingerly on it.

"There's nothing to say." Zuko grunted.

"When is your next date with Jin?" Iroh asked sitting across from his nephew.

"I don't think there's going to be another date…" Zuko answered as he moved his gaze away from his uncle. An awkward silence fell between them as rain drops echoed from the thatched patched roof.

The teapot whistled as Iroh obediently stood up and started to prepare the tea. Iroh decided not to push the subject. Zuko was always trying to cover up his emotions, even when he was a child. But that was more of impressing his father of how brave he was. Ever since the Agni Kai, Zuko compressed all of his emotions except for the outbursts of anger. Zuko has been cutting himself off from the world for three years until Azula showed up. Now Zuko has been thrust back into the world with Zuko feeling bare naked.

"It was nice…" That was what Zuko had said about the date. That had made Iroh smile. If only Zuko inherited my charm, then he could have any girl unlike his father's charm…Iroh smiled. An idea popped into his head. Iroh cradled two teacups in his left hand and carried the steaming teapot to the table.

"Did you know Zuko that you remind me of your father when he was your age?" Iroh said placing a tea cup in front of him. Zuko's eyes perked up.

"What?" Zuko asked coming out of his thinking.

"You see he wasn't interested in girls just like-"

"If you're going to insult me Uncle, why don't you just say it." Zuko interrupted his arms folded across his chest. "I didn't even want to go on that date."

"The reason I brought it up was that I wanted to tell you how your mother and father met." Iroh said as he sipped his tea.

"I know how they met. My Mother and Father met at a court ball and Father charmed her and asked her to marry him and she said yes." Zuko explained as Iroh almost snorted his tea out of his mouth.

"I take it that your father told you that." Iroh coughed.

"Well, yeah." Zuko said his arms now falling to his sides.

"I hate to break it to you Zuko, but there is another side of this story." Iroh said.

"Stories are for children." Zuko mocked. His frown deeper as ever.

"Very well. If you don't want to listen to a story, we could play pai sho, or hear my new song I just made. It's called rainy day and it goes-"

"No!" Zuko pleaded cutting Iroh off in time before he sang. "I'll listen to your stupid story." Iroh took another sip before he spoke.

"I suppose it all begins when your father was fifteen and I was eighteen. Our father had just led the Fire Nation through a glorious victory in a battle." Iroh began stroking his grown in beard.

"What was my father like?" Zuko asked his golden eyes went soft.

"Well, to tell you the truth, he was like you. He was short tempered, determined, dedicated and always seemed to frown." And also Ozzai was crazy, power hungry with a cold heart Iroh thought. "But, you look so much like your mother…" Iroh drifted. "Anyway, the story began when your father was coming into age of marrying…"

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"That's right burn, burn!" Ozzai chuckled as he sent a small puff of fire into the ant hole. Ants were crawling out of the ground on fire.

"Poor little Ozzai. You really do need a social life." Prince Iroh tisked as he gave his little brother a nudge on the head.

"Stop it Iroh! You idiot!" Ozzai commanded as he tried to escape Iroh. Prince Iroh's recently short hair shined in the sun as his young golden eyes danced. "Aren't you supposed to be at training, you know for your Captain's exam?"

"Did that. Dad said I was so good, that I could have the rest of the day off." Prince Iroh sprawled out on the ground and placed his arms in the back of his head facing the clouds. "So how is my little brother doing? Still dateless and alone?"

"Shut up Iroh! I want to be alone. I have work to do." Prince Ozzai picked up his scrolls that he was reading before.

"Listen, why don't you just take a break and have some fun? You'll never get as good as me anyway." Iroh suggested lazily.

"I don't want to have fun." Ozzai hissed.

"I'm not saying you want it, I'm saying you need it." Iroh said sitting up. "What kind of example would you be setting to your children?"

"That's easy to say, you're the one who has fan girls chasing you all over!" Ozzai complained pointing to the ledge that over looks the Fire Nation capital.

"I don't know what you're talking about." Iroh said walking over to the ledge and peered over. Hundreds of teenage girls were surrounding the palace and as they saw Iroh screams burst instantly.

"Oh my goodness! It's Prince Iroh!"

"Please go out with me! Marry me!"

"No! Marry me!"

"He's so hot!"

"A master fire bender already!"

"A real prodigy!"

"Father my children!"

A grin erected out of Prince Iroh as he shrugged to Ozzai. "Please ladies, there's enough Iroh to go around." Iroh gave a particular wink to a teenage girl who had short black hair. She foamed and fainted instantly. Ozzai on the other hand, slapped his forehead and shook his head.

"Okay, so maybe I do have fan girls. That's why we need you to start dating or start making an appearance." Iroh said turning to Ozzai. "That's why I'm going to help you."

"I don't need your help!" Ozzai snarled.

"With your social skills, you need as much help as you can get. We'll start tomorrow." Iroh explained as he started to climb over the ledge. "Oh and another thing. Burning ants is creepy, try not to do it. It'll scare away your dates." Iroh winked and made a dramatic leap from the ledge. He flipped three times as he landed safely on the ground as happy girl screams erupted.

Ozzai growled as he stuffed the scrolls into his robe and stomping into the palace wondering what his annoying older brother had in store for him.