--Hello everyone~ Here is my return to the world of fanfiction after a long long long long super long hiatus. I never really wrote seriously but I really wanted to write a Zukaang fic. It's just so crazy how obsessed Zuko is with Aang. I mean it just screams SLASH ME! So here is this short story for your entertainment. I might continue this or I might not. We'll see.
Standing on the cool stone he could feel the heat being made by his pupil's fire bending and the thump of his feet against the ground. "Good, now you just need to do it with more ferocity! Remember fire is the warmth; the passion of life!" Zuko swung his arm out when he shouted. Aang nodded and started to practice his form once again. Aang's movement were fluid and strong; his body moving quickly against the gentle breeze in the canyon. Zuko's was speechless at the beauty of the form of the young boy that was standing in front of him. His cheeks began to burn when he realized what he had been thinking. He ground his teeth and shouted," I think we've had enough for today!" Aang stopped mid-form and looked over at his teacher. "oh, OK," Aang smiled "Hey do you think we could do the dancing dragons for cool down? It's a fun one" Zuko paused and looked at the avatar. Zuko thought to himself Oh what does it matter it's just practice nothing more. "I suppose." He stifly walked over and took his stance. The silent rythmn of their bodies weaved and waned along the circle. Their movements and heart beats gliding along in the ancient form until finally their fists touched. Aang's hands were warm. They both stood up straight and Aang began to stretch jubilantly. "You said you uncle plays some instruments right? Maybe we could do that some time to music. It's kinda be like this one time me and Katara did waterbending to music at a dance."
"Yeah. He does play a few different instruments," Zuko looked at Aang's bright smile and glistening body." I need to go to the bathroom I'll be back." He quickly turned around and began to walk away. He could feel his cheeks burning and his heart pounding. "I'm such an idiot."
Later that night Katara prepared a fish stew, Sokka told jokes, Toph spit and Aang smiled. All Zuko could do was quietly smile and say a few clumsy words. It was a peaceful night something that everyone had been missing along their journey.
After everyone had fallen asleep Zuko lay on his blanket staring at the stone ceiling. He was still in disbelief that after so much time he had the avatar in a way. The driving force in his life his hope and passion was right next to him. But what did that mean? He gave hope to the world and a way for him to regain his honor but what else was there? Something was bothering him he knew what it was but he didn't want to think about it. He couldn't. Sitting up he ran his fingers through his hair and squeezed his eyes shut. Zuko sighed and threw his hand down to his hip. The moon was full that night it was still bright even when it was this late. He stood up and walked away from the group.
He feet wandered for a few minutes before he stopped on a ledge. Sitting down he looked up at the moon. He wondered if all the people in his life were really under the same sky looking up at the same moon. Then with out realizing it he started to think about Aang. How gracefully he moved and the strength he had, the beauty.
The winds danced across his cheek and rustled his hair. "Zuko, what are you doing up?" He swung to his side to see Aang standing there. "oh uh... well...I'm..uh nothing." He stuttered and blushed. How could Aang be standing there so calmly when he had just been thinking such absurd things about him. "The moon is so bright tonight." Aang walked over to Zuko's side and sat down. "It must be hard to leave everything you have to come here." Aang sighed with concern. "Not really. To restore my honor I must restore the honor of my people and peace in the world. This was really the only way." Zuko looked over at Aang into his pale blue eyes. "Just remember we're here for you Zuko. Your a part of our group now. I'm here for you." The Avatar was sincere in his words. Zuko blushed and looked away. He new what the young monk had meant but he couldn't help but take from that sentence what he wanted. Aang was there for him. "Aang. I,.. Well, I'm glad. This is all I could have hoped for really. I've wanted to be with you for too long." The young monks head bobbed up. "Zuko?" The young prince smiled at his companion and touched his cheek.
It's nice being able to do this without hurting you." Aang blushed and his eyes widened. "What do you mean?" "Touching." With that Zuko leaned over and kissed Aang on his crown. "I think we should go to sleep." Aang's jaw dropped and his whole body seemed to be blushing. "Uh Right right let's go to sleep. We have more training to do in the morning right, right, right let's go!" Aang stood up and began to walk quickly back to camp. Zuko began to follow behind. "I'm such and idiot."