I based this off of stuff I do when I'mreally bored at school. I almost fell asleep one of the days I was writing this. But then I had band and woke up.

I don't own Avatar: The Last Airbender, but it's going on my birthday list along with a book that I really want. When that comes in July.

Ozai sank lower in his throne. This had to be the most boring war meeting ever. The generals were going on about the failed Siege at the North Pole. Instead of figuring out how to avoid what went wrong for future battles, they resorted to reviewing the plan.

Ozai's stomach growled, but went unnoticed by the generals. Luckily, he had thought ahead and stashed some jerky in his pocket. He was pleased that he remembered to grab a snack from lunch.

Reaching into the depths of his pocket, Ozai found…well, he wasn't sure what it was. Pulling his hand out, he held u what was a piece of meat. Now, some insects had decided that they were hungry too.

Suppressing a yelp, Ozai flung the meat into a fire. His stomach gave another grown at the loss of the food. So to ignore his hunger, Ozai turned his attention to the generals. They were arguing about the number of shops that were sent, as if it mattered. All of them were either disarmed, destroyed, or the crews ran away like frightened children.

One of the generals also seemed to have a limited interest. He was the youngest, just in his late twenties. He seemed to be very intent on following a fly with his eyes. Then, out of nowhere, he lit the fly aflame. The insect hung in mid-air for a moment before plummeting. When the fly hit the ground, the general made hand gestures as if there was a huge explosion.

Now without a subject to pay attention to, the general's eyes began to wander. Eventually, he noticed Ozai watching him. So he stared back. Ozai was not a bout to lose a staring contest. Soon, his eyes began to water, and the general's face began twitching. Ozai really needed to blink, but he couldn't lose. His right eye began to close, but he forced it open.

Then, one of the old generals snapped at the younger, causing him to lose focus momentarily, and blink. Ozai, now pleased with himself, grinned and sang a happy song in his head. Unfortunately, this only lasted so long and Ozai was yet again bored.

Sinking to the side, he began drumming his fingers. This continued for a few minutes, then the beats became uneven and began to form a rhythm. Then Ozai, Firelord, Son of Firelord Azulon, staring contest, winner…began to hum. It started softly, and then it was amazing he wasn't singing.

Needless to say, the generals gave him weird looks and he shut up. Trying to avoid them, he chose to look at the ceiling. It was then that he noticed that it was made of tiles. Many, many tiles. He wasn't sure how many, so he began counting. 1, 2, 3…56, 57, 58 sneeze 32, 33…crap.

Deciding there was nothing left to do, he sat and waited. And waited. And waited. A long amount of time passed. If Ozai was waiting for a good reason, like waiting for the perfect time to attack, he would be fine. But now, he was just waiting.

Slowly, his eyelids grew heavy. The room was warm and dark, the perfect place to take a nap. Ozai opened is eyes as wide as he could, hoping it would help. It didn't. Ozai shook his head, blinked a few times, and lightly slapped himself, but to no avail. Not thinking, he rested his head in his hand.

Excuse me, sir." Ozai woke and quickly straightened his posture.

"Yes, general."

"We would like to hold another meeting in 10 days."

"Ozai blurted out what he had to. "I don't care, just have a plan for a new battle nest time. I need to pee!" With that, he rushed out the war room and to the nearest bathroom.

I'm so glad I finished this. Tell me what you think.