A/N- Freaking writer's block. Oh well. I'm going to try an OC.

I own a lot of things. I even own you. But I don't own Avatar. (J/K except for the Avatar and you)

Red Eyes

Everything was black. There was no light. It was the manifestation of shadows around him, as if every ill-intentioned spirit were to be producing every inch of darkness in the world. It was a hopeless entity of darkness, but it was all he knew.

The Avatar's group was coping with the loss of dearly loved ones, as they were flying to the western air temple. The agony was not lost on them, as Haru, Teo, The Duke, Katara and Sokka were forced to leave their friends and family in the hands of the fire lord, who was certain to bring harsh punishment upon the resistance forces. Everyone was in a broken state of mind… except for Sokka.

"How long have we been flying?" Sokka was way past impatient.

"Long enough… Sokka, you've been asking that question every five minutes since we left." Katara stated bluntly. He was, in fact asking that question every three hundred seconds.

"Well I'm hungry! Why can't we stop for food or at least re-supply?"

"Is that all you think about?" Katara sighed and turned back to gaze at the clouds.

"Yes…" Sokka started sulking while Toph shifted uncomfortably in her seat. The ride was dragging on, and she was growing more anxious by the second.

"You know what? Snoozles is right. Let's uh… go to that village down there!" there was no village.

"What village? I don't see it..." Aang was looking intently to the ground. "Oh wait... Toph, that's not funny."

Sokka looked really hard at the ground. Suddenly, a village appeared. "Look! Look! Look! a village!"

Aang, who was also tired, started maneuvering Appa toward the small town.

Zuko had decided to stop following the avatar after learning of their destination. He would first find Iroh before confronting Aang so that he would be greeted with less resistance.

As he drifted lazily in the balloon, his thoughts drifted as well. His mother wasn't dead. Fire Lady Ursa could still be alive. It was the whole world to him, and he was going to hold on and never let go.

But as his thoughts wandered, so did his course. He was drifting slowly but surely to a small village. His dreamy gaze was soon broken when the air felt heavier and it was easier to breathe. Welcoming the change in climate, he gained some awareness of his surroundings, but noticed too late.

His balloon crash landed in the forest, and Zuko fell from the trees to the hard ground below.

Everything was black. There was no light. But what was this?

He slowly opened his eyes, the color of blood, to his surroundings. "A faint light? Impossible." But it drew ever nearer with every passing moment, ever brighter with every breath.

The light consumed him until he could no longer stay still. He loved the light. It made him feel complete. As if he owned some meaning or purpose. He basked in the luminous glory for a long time and felt… joyous.

But it was taken away as suddenly as it appeared. The light faded and darkness took reign once again. The darkness was a bitter realization. And now he knew what light was, the darkness was so much bitterer than it ever was to him.

Azula was satisfied with herself. She had averted the Avatar from getting to the fire lord, and had suppressed the entire invasion almost single-handedly. She had a plan to keep the Avatar away from them until they were ready again. But the news of Zuzu came and she had to pretend to be upset.

"Zuzu… He was a traitor after all, just like I thought. No matter. If this new weapon works, there will be no Zuzu. Or Avatar for that matter" Azula smirked to herself, for the "new weapon" was to be undefeatable and there was no way she could be stopped. In the meantime however, she was to listen to all of the complaints that would ensue because of Zuko's untimely departure.

"Light… return to me… please…"

It was a long time that he thought this to himself and the light that disappeared. It was so long that he lost any perception of time. But sure enough, light returned.

He opened his eyes to light, blinding light. It was painful to him, for he had not experienced the harsh side of light. But he soon adjusted to see the outside world for the first time. He looked at himself in a pool of water. Because he was naked, he saw that he was very thin and pale. He had silver hair that went to his shoulders and red eyes that reminded him of a ghost, and his reflection scared him.

He looked up to see that he was in some shadowy cave with strange machines around him. There were other people around him, and feeling threatened, he drew back. A woman walked up to him and smirked at the cowering nude boy. She clothed him in a thin gray kimono and spoke up to the boy, who was slowly gaining confidence around the people.

"I am your master. Obey me." Azula spoke with menacing authority, but a cautious gentleness in her voice.

The boy slowly nodded his head. "Master…"

" I shall give you a name. Your name is now... Akame. Welcome to the world."

Akame's hollow voice sounded in reply, "Akame…"

Light was new to him. He knew there was bad things that came with light, but he had not forgotten light's true nature. He would follow his master for now. To find light...

A/N- the storyline gets much deeper very soon. Trust me. Akame is rough Japanese for Red eyes (Aka + me), by the way. Avatar is based mostly off Chinese culture, but I couldn't find a chinese translator. So Akame is Japanese and he gets a kimono because of it.