Disclaimer: If I did own Avatar, I would be so fucking rich. And you would all serve me pizza in exchange for spoilers. Yeah.

And yes, this is short. Like, midget short. BUT, what it lacks in size, it makes up in sheer nothingness. And anything with gay!Zuko in it is bound to be good. SO SAYS I!

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"GIVE ME IT!"

"NEVER!"

Iroh, once the Great Dragon of the West (He could have been the dragon of the east if he wasn't bad at rock paper scissors..), ducked nonchalantly. A fireball, nearly the size of a cabbage, was aimed at his 10-year-old nephew, Prince Zuko, by his 8-year-old niece, Princess Zula. Apparently, Zuko had taken one of her dresses with the intent to wear it. Again. He is a very confused child.

"IT LOOKS BETTER ON ME!"

Very, very confused.

Before Zula could succeed in burning her brother beyond all recognition, Iroh grabbed her. "What happened this time?" he asked.

Zula tried her hardest to break free, but soon gave up. "He took my training bra this time.." she sighed. Did I mention how confused Zhao's bit... I mean ZUKO, is. Heh. Don't kill me.

Suddenly, a head appeared from behind a wall. "Is that bitch tranquilized and chained yet?" Zuko whispered. Zula screamed and tackled him, just randomly scratching at his face.

"MY EYES! MY EYES! YOU'RE RIPPING OUT MY EYES!"

"DON'T BE A PANSY! YOU ONLY NEED ONE!"

Sadly, before Zula could cause any real damage (besides the scratching and the bleeding and the oy it's painful), the Super Cool Awesome Totally Not Gay Fire Lord Above Everyone Else and The Most Radical Leader of Yesterday, Today, and Tomorrow, FIRE LORD OZAI! I have a gun pointed to my head help me!

Zuko bowed, his eyes still being gouged out by the still pissed as hell Zula. "Zuko, I am ashamed that you would steal your sister's bra. There is a time and place for that, and that is called college!" Zuko ran away crying. Zula wiped some blood off her hands. "And you didn't even SLIGHTLY maim him! You're going soft, Zula."

"He was wearing fifteen layers of makeup; it was difficult."

"Eh. I still give it a 7/10 for the eye thing. Have a cookie."

"Thank you, Daddy!"

And Zula and Zhao lived happily ever after, and they got a yacht. The End.