Okay. Just an idea. I got bored one day, and decided to write a fanfiction. And, yes, it's my first one...(on this site). Yea, well, I know for sure, that I am NOT a good writer. I mean, there are plenty others out there that could kick my ass at this stuff. So, yea. I wrote this a while back. Note the date at the bottom if it shows up. So, yeah, this is at the time when Zuko once lived on his ship.

I don't own Avatar:The Last Airbender, so don't sue me. My mom will kill me.

1/1/06

I don't feel like explaining details, I just want to write Fanfiction drabbels.

It had been only had been a week since his banishment, and three days living on that boat with his uncle Iroh. He hated it. Zuko had been on many cruses before, and had gone on various boat rides in the past. But for some odd reason, this boat ride wasn't as pleasant as his Uncle Iroh had tried to make it seem. Of course, it was one of the most finest ships of the fire nation. Beatify crafted, plenty of rooms, servants, and a chef. His father could have left him on a tiny scrap of wood with a sail, and have him do everything himself. At least his father had been rational about his resistance at sea. But no matter how perfect the ship was, it would rock more fiercely for some reason. And sometimes harsh smell of the sea would make him vomit. But as much as he didn't like it, Zuko tried his very best. He needed to regain hid honor.

"Why aren't you eating Prince Zuko?" Iroh asked worryingly." I thought soumen, and Takayaki were your favorite."

Zuko shrugged, as he played with the food on his plate. "Not hungry..." he moaned. Iroh sighed out of frustration, and continued with his eating. He's sick of it. Iroh had just about had it with his nephew's angsty behavior. All he had been doing was sulking in is room, crying softly to himself, or staring blankly at the walls enclosing him in his pit of misery. Now, Iroh knew that what Zuko was going through was crushing him. Zuko had told Iroh himself; the first day of his banishment, how he felt . Iroh couldn't watch his nephew go on throughout life this way. He knew that if he didn't step on this issue now, there would be no help, in helping Zuko.

"Zuko..." Iroh said looking up from his plate. "I know that you're sad. I mean, your father banished you from any threads of his love. You're average life-style is ruined, your chance at being the next fire lord may be at stake."

"... I think I gonna be sick..." Zuko said, running to the nearest railing on the deck. Iroh closed his eyes as Zuko began to empty out his stomach. Most people would find this disgusting, but to Iroh, this was normal occurrence. Poor Zuko had gone down five pounds from his depression, burning up sickness. So unhealthy. That poor boy. My poor nephew. Iroh thought. Zuko left the deck, and to the nearest bathroom to wash out his mouth of it's nasty after taste.

There's gotta be something I can do... Iroh thought. When Zuko returned, he tried again, to pick up, where he left off at his dinner. But his hunger seemed too lost, and refused to return to him. He didn't want to live this way, miserably; constantly blaming himself, and never getting anywhere.

Why did I have to speak out? Why me? How can this happen?

"Zuko...?" Iroh said, noticing his discomfort. "Tell me what's wrong."

Zuko stayed silent for a moment before answering.

"I just..." He tried to hold back threatening tears. I will not cry... "I just want to go home... I wish none of this ever happened."

"Oh, Zuko..." Iroh said,"Don't think of this as a punishmentThink of it asa challenge. You do wanna get stronger, right?"

Zuko nodded, wiping away a tear He needed to be strong.

"-And," Iroh went on,"if you ever wonder, your father still loves you-"

"Shiiiiit." Zuko murdered through clenched teeth. Iroh threw him a serious glare.

"I'm serious, now. Your father's doing this for the better. And when you catch that avatar, and when your father gives you the throne... boy, you best be ready for your duty as firelord."

Zuko nodded.

"Yes sir."