A/N: This story was written during for a creative writing exercise meant to teach us how to write in two different settings simultaneously. I thought it came out alright, so I decided to post it. If you like it, please review. If you hate it, review anyway. I appreciate constructive criticism.
Also, -flash- contain flashbacks. ---- denotes a scene change. This is the only chapter in which I will be using this style.
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The Blue Spirit crept slowly past the guards. This particular prison was rumored to have some of the most skilled warriors in the Fire Nation Army within its walls. Zuko could not afford to get caught. This mission was his only chance at finally winning acceptance.
-flash-
After meeting up with the Avatar at the Western Air Temple, Zuko had grudgingly been allowed to join 'Team Avatar'. But he was never accepted into their family. To them, he was Aang's fire bending teacher and nothing more. Finally, following a particularly nasty fight with Sokka, Zuko had made up his mind to leave. He would have at last been able to get away from all his troubles if the little blind brat hadn't woken up.
-flash-
The guards in Cell Block 4 were passed out from to much sake. Zuko had trouble believing something that lucky could happen to him. In a second stroke of luck, one of the passed out guards had a ring of keys in his hand. Zuko almost smiled beneath his mask.
-flash-
"What does it even matter to you if I leave now?'
"To tell you the truth, things have gotten waay more interesting ever since you showed up. I kinda like it!"
"Well then, I'm happy I amuse you."
"I didn't mean it like that- okay, maybe a little."
"..."
"What I'm trying to say is... the way you keep going on about defeating your father and creating an era of peace... its sort of, ya know, inspiring. Whether the others will admit it or not, you've given them back the motivation they lost after the day of Black Sun."
"They still don't trust me."
"I know."
"I doubt that they'll ever accept me."
"So do something about it!"
-flash-
After many disappointments, Zuko reached the final cell in the block. He put in the key, turned it, and opened the door. The room reeked of death. Two figures were inside. One, laid on its back, was not breathing. The other, kneeled beside it, was sobbing while trying to say what seemed to be some sort of prayer.
-flash-
"Do you really think that would work?"
"Trust me Zuzu."
"...you are such a brat. And stop smiling like that!"
"One last bit of advice: don't be yourself. You're wanted by every nation in the world now and Sugar Queen will never forgive me if you get caught."
"Don't worry, I'll think of something."
-flash-
The grieving figure turned to face her unexpected visitor and gasped when she saw his 'face'
"Y-You're the B-Blue Spirit!"
Zuko made no reply to this, instead asking, "Are you Suki of Kyoshi Island?"
"I-I am, yes," she stammered.
With two strokes of his swords, the chains binding Suki's legs to the floor were cut apart.
"Can you walk on your own?"
"I th-think so," Suki stood, took one step forward, and fainted.
"Well, so much for an easy getaway." Zuko took a few small spheres from a small pouch stapped to his waist.
'Sneers said that these pellet bombs would come in handy. Look's like he was right.'
Zuko hoisted the unconscious young women over his shoulder. She was far too light.
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After a grueling ordeal, Zuko reached the spot where his two companions awaited his return.
"Lee! You made it!" Smellerbee rushed forward to hug her newest friend, but pulled back when she realized that his arms were already occupied.
"There's no time to talk, they might still be looking for me. Longshot, I need you to help me carry her back to base. Smellerbee," he turned toward the tomboyish young women, "once we get there, I want you to make sure she gets bathed, clothed, and fed properly. After what she's been through, I think she deserves at least that much."
"Yessir!"