Hello Nightians!

So, I have decided to write an ATLA fanfic.

Don't hate me for my butchered characters, alright?

Anyways, this one, like most of my others, involves Kisuru. Soooo... yeah.

I always loved Zuko's character, so I wanted to make their relationship interesting.

The more you read, the more you'll understand!

Enjoy :)

"Where are we?" My voice was raspy as I looked up into my captors eyes. My red hair fell forward, curling around my ribs. My arms were twisted behind me into a hold as I was pushed forward. My dark crystal eyes took everything into consideration as I looked around.

"The Earth Kingdom. When we enter the walls I can let you free. I'm sorry about this, but it's the only way we could have gotten past the Fire Nation soldiers."Zuko's grip tightened as another soldier came towards us. I lowered my head, looking away from the once proud prince of the Fire Nation.

Right now, Zuko and Iroh were both dressed up as Earth Kingdom peasants. My clothes looked even worse since I was a 'servant' to their family. I felt Zuko pull me to a stop, his grip shaking a slight bit.

"What business do you have within the walls?" A gruff voice clearly wasn't impressed by what was before him. I glanced up, seeing him stare at me with longing. A girl with red hair? Who has that? It didn't help that, as Zuko said it, I had a body most girls could kill for. Quite honestly, it came in good use when I needed to flirt my way out of the situation. Zuko disapproved, clearly unhappy that I had to use such dastardly ways.

Iroh's pleasant voice filled my ears, "We are simply travelling to visit our relatives. We have brought them a gift of a servant girl. Surely you must know what that's like. You big, strong Fire Nation soldiers must need a servant to take care of them. I'm sure that each of you has ten servants at least!" Iroh laughed, clapping the man's shoulder.

The large man frowned, "I do not have a servant. I think I must acquire one. You are right, my dear sir! Every Fire Nation soldier should have a servant!" Reaching out, he grabbed my chin, lifting my face to stare into my mesmerizing eyes. "Would you want to part with this one?"

"No." Zuko's answer was quick and short. It was clear he had no patience with such a man. Nor did he have patience for anyone that wanted to 'buy' me. His grip was hurting me to the point of pain but I simply stayed quiet; however curse words were stringing through my head.

The soldier laughed, "I didn't mean to offend you. She must be quite a servant if you feel that passionate about keeping her. I'm sure she does some special stuff for you." The man winked. I felt Zuko's body tense, clearly seeking a point to attack. I gripped his wrist with my fingers, digging my nails in. He glared at me, but visibly relaxed. "Anyways, go on through. Have a great visit."

The giant earth doors slowly creaked open, and we walked through. Immediately Zuko's hands fell from my wrists. I rubbed my wrists tenderly, wishing I could ease their pain right now. Sadly there were too many people around for that happiness. Instead, I proceeded to pull my hair back and put it in a pony tail to make seeing easier. My eyes and hair were a rare trait. Currently no one in the four nations had red hair. Only a few had my luminescent purple eyes.

"Kisuru," Iroh smiled, tapping my shoulder. "I think we should get you some new clothes. You look dreadful with those rags. A princess such as you should not be wearing such terrible garb." He made a tsking noise at me, clearly disapproving of my servant wear.

I laughed with him, making a flourishing bow. "This is quite the attire for someone of my stature I do believe, my good sir. It's loose and comfortable. Clearly this is my preferred wear." Truly, I didn't care. As long as I could bend I had no problems.

"Stop making such jokes." Zuko huffed at me, his eyes holding a fiery anger. "Uncle, you and I both know such jokes will cause trouble. Especially when they aren't even the right ones. She is not a princess, she is a goddess. A Divinity."

A Divinity. The way he said it almost made it sound like I had the plague. Yes, I was a Divinity. While the Avatar was the one who was reincarnated by the other Avatars, I was the keeper of the Avatar's soul. Without me, no reincarnation would come to be. I was, in terms, all the Avatar's together. Unlike the Avatar however, we are only born once every 500 years, which made us rare. Due to Avatar Aang's disappearance, I was born.

"Shush, Zuko." I placed a hand on the scar on his face. "Relax, I am not bothered by such trivial things as my title. I am me. I am Kisuru. I do not need anything more than to be with you." A smile lit up my face as I stared at him.

Zuko's eyes softened and he nuzzled my hand tenderly. Despite his attitude, he was a softy. Especially if you knew what made him happy.

Iroh grabbed my arm, pulling me away from Zuko. "I found some clothes over here!" He didn't stop dragging me until we were in the store.

The store keeper lit up, happily taking in my gorgeous red hair and piercing eyes. "I'm sure I can find something that will compliment you perfectly!" Running around like a chicken, he gathered a bunch of clothes, all but shoving me and them into a dressing room.

Outfit after outfit after outfit came and went. It seemed to take hours until I appeared with one of the last outfits. A beautiful green short sleeved shirt with no sleeves covered my torso. It had a beautiful golden detailing of cherry blossoms. My pants were light and breezy – perfect for bending. My shoes were simple, no heel, no constriction.

Zuko stood in awe, staring at me as if unsure of what to say. Instead, Iroh and the shop keeper said it for him.

"You're beautiful! Amazingly beautiful!" The shop keeper purred, clearly happy with what I was wearing.

"You look beautiful, my dear! Nothing would look finer on you than this outfit. Absolutely breath taking! What do you think Zuko?" Iroh turned to his nephew, a smile plastered all over his face.

Zuko gaped for a full minute, before looking away. "It's okay I guess."

A stab went through my chest, but I smiled anyways. "Thank you."

After everything he went through, he still acted so strange to me?

Sure, Zuko and I had been enemies. He had kidnapped me and tried to gain information from me. But being so close together for so long made things change. And since the Fire Nation was now after Zuko and Iroh, what was the use of trying to kill me? It had been a long process, but my bending abilities always came through when facing the Fire Nation Prince.

Now Zuzu had a soft spot for me. He was jealous, and it got to him fast. He was quick tempered, energetic, and fiery. But he was still the guy that had saved me when he could have let me die.

How couldn't I adore him?