Yes I know I'm really late for this ship but eh fuck it ;) Now that's over with. I do not own Avatar: The Last Airbender
FIRE BURNING: ZUKO
Golden eyes gazed into the reflection showing within the boy bathroom's full body mirror, eyeing his choice of clothing: cotton, acid wash, dark crimson colored shirt with big black words reading: FIRE BURNING; black velvet cycle jacket with faux black fur collar, buckle straps, metal zippers, grommet and safety pin detailing, lined with red satin, the sleeves rolled back up to his elbows showing off the three rubber bracelets (two on the left wrist and one on the right), the bracelets reading: FIRE NATION and the other BETTER THAN YOU, the right reading: EQUALITY; black faded jeans, finally pulled together by black motorcycle boots.
This choice of clothing was something he picked out hoping it wouldn't indicate to who he was or who his family, let alone their business, turning his face every which way it only made him look like some sort of motorcycle enthusiast, shrugging he exited the bathroom to find his soon-to-be teacher waiting for him against the wall opposite of the bathroom entrance. The woman gestured for him to follow, most likely leading him to his newest class, idly he began wondering how long they'd be in this dump, finally reaching the classroom, the woman held her hand out making him stop as she entered the classroom.
Sighing, Zuko slumped against the wall next to the opened doorway as she tried to settle the class down enough for him to introduce himself most likely, looking to the white tiled ceiling, his uncle had made him go to school while he found work in a rather cozy little tea/coffee shop, it was futile considering that they'd be moving within a few days, or weeks, Ozai forcing them to uproot and tag along thanks to the family job, something Iroh tried to keep him out of, he admired his uncle's attempts, but it was too late for that, he touched the burn upon his left side, way too late for that-
"Please come in and introduce yourself," the teacher smiled kindly,
Pushing off the wall, Zuko slung his bag over his shoulder and straightened his form with head held high, he wouldn't want to be classified with the rest of the peasants. Upon entering the room he knew everyone's gaze fell upon his burn scar, everyone staring bug eyed making him sneer, standing before the class he held his head high, he wouldn't allow their stares to get to him,
"Name's Zuko," was all he deigned they needed to know,
Everyone continued looking at him as well as the teacher, most likely expecting more to be said in this introduction, it soon became apparent that he would say no more than that making the teacher flounder as well as him smirking ever so subtly,
"Oh-, well, Zuko, please take a seat next to Jet," the teacher smiled clapping her hands together, "Jet please raise your hand so Zuko can see you."
A snort was all that was heard as a boy at the very back rose his hand lazily, sending them a careless glance, their eyes meeting instantaneously followed by a heavy feeling of annoyance and loathing settled deep within Zuko's gut as he walked down the aisle with as much dignity as he could, ignoring the rest of their mumbling.
Taking the empty seat he couldn't help but feel the boy's eyes on him, he cast a sideways glare at him, he merely smiled, no, smirked, resting his head upon his hand and giving Zuko the most interested look he could muster obviously waiting until the teacher turned her back on the class,
"Hey," the boy greeted,
" . . . ,"
"Name's Jet,"
"Zuko,"
"Yeah, I heard," Jet grinned, "What's with the scar?"
"What's with that ridiculous weed?" Zuko snarled,
"Touche, but it's not a 'weed', it's wheat,"
"Wheat? What are you, a farmer?"
"No, not really," Jet shrugged, "So the scar?"
"I don't see how that's any of your business," Zuko snarled,
"I get it, dark past and all that," Jet reclined in his seat, "You're not the only one who has a troubled past,"
"So what, we're going to be sharing our pasts?" sneered Zuko,
"Only if you want," Jet smirked,
"I'd rather not," Zuko snorted,
"But I would," Jet grinned nudging Zuko,
"Is there something you want urchin?"
"Urchin?" Jet blinked, "Oh I get it, you're one of those rich boys eh?"
"Spirits, you're giving me a headache," Zuko grumbled, rubbing his temple,
"I could soothe it for you~," Jet winked,
Smoke came from Zuko's nostrils as he exhaled irritably, he hoped this was the only class he had with this infuriating boy.
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Quickly, Zuko swung his backpack over his shoulder 'accidentally' hitting the boy on the back of the head and made his way through the crowds hoping to loose that annoying peasant, it seemed he had gotten his wish once he made it to another hall, or, at least until he felt someone bump shoulders with him, looking to his side he found that boy grinning down at him, why was this boy taller than him?
"What do you want?" Zuko growled out, tightening his hold on the bag's strap,
"An apology," Jet shrugged,
"'An apology'?" Zuko arched an eyebrow almost disbelieving, "For what?"
"Hitting me with your bag,"
"Why should I?"
"Common courtesy?"
"That's something I don't have," Zuko sneered,
"And that's something we have in common," Jet grinned, slinging an arm around Zuko who ruffled at the touch,
Shoving Jet away he glared venomously, "I believe I didn't give you permission to touch me,"
"Permission?" Jet snickered, "I take it you're a virgin?"
"A what-?" Zuko instantly flushed, making Jet grin wider and take his place back at Zuko's side,
"C'mon Zuko," Jet urged, "Don't be such a sourpuss,"
"I am not," Zuko hissed moving from the boy's hold on him,
"Uh-huh,"
"I'm not!"
"OK, OK, I believe you," Jet rumbled, "So, firebender huh?"
"I'm not telling you,"
"Well the whole 'smoke coming from your nose' gives it all away,"
"Get lost!" Zuko scowled,
"No can do, I know this place like the back of my hand,"
"Just get away from me!"
"Sorry, I can't,"
"Why not?"
"I think you're gorgeous,"
Zuko became flustered and hurried his pace in hopes of getting rid of Jet, but he just kept Zuko's pace, he felt Jet grab his hand, that was it, pivoting on his heel he slugged Jet across the face making the boy stumble,
"Don't you ever touch me again," Zuko snarled leaving Jet dazed, hoping this would get the boy off his back.
This did the exact opposite, sure the hit hurt, but it only increased Jet's interest in the other boy, he touched his jaw gingerly, feeling the sting of the hit, a devilish grin crossed his lips, he'd have the firebender by the end of this week.
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Yes, yes, I know Jet doesn't like firebenders but this is AU and some things will be different than the series so I apologize and whatnot and this is my very first ATLA fanfic so I'm sorry for any mistakes I may make so yea hope you like it plz read and review for poor lil ol me :) plus I feel awkward plz assure me I'm doing good or something, throw me a bone here~