A/N: As a few of you know, i've been playing around with the character "Kuzon" for a while. I've written countless stories for him, none of which satisfied me. It's hard to develop a character like him. I think ive finally put together the story i want for him in my head, stretching all the way from his teens to the time in which Korra is Avatar. You can disregard any of the other stories i may have punlished about him, this is the real thing

(unless i come up with a better idea ;))

In and out. In and out. Fire comes from the breathe. In and out. In and out.

He focused soley on his breathing, filling his lungs with as much air as they could take before releasing it to begin the cycle over again. He felt the heat emit from his curled fists as he directed his chi easily.

Opening his palms, he tuned his hands upwards and rested them on his knees.

In and Out. Breathe. Fire Comes From Breathe.

He surged his chi then and with a 'whoosh' flames erupted from his hands. He controlled them, keeping them small and alllowed their blue tongues to lap at the air eagerly.

In and out. In and Out. Fire Comes from breath.

The candles sourounding the meditating figure grew when he breathed in, and shrunk ever so slightly when he exhaled. He allowed the fire in each of his palms grow with every breathe as well; they were now the size of his head.

In-

He reached deep inside himself, finding his balance. His Love and his hate, his fear and his courage, his emotion and his logic.

And he slowly began to pull away at both yin and yang.

-And out-

The fire in both palms cackled as something more sinister and powerful sparked in his fingertips. He continued to pull apart slowly, the lightning twisting and cackling around the blue flames. The Candles in the room now lapped at the very ceiling; each of them burning blue.

Fire comes-

Breathing harder and slower now, he felt his fingers tense and curl as he lightning became more powerful, now caging the blue fire completely.

from the-

He tensed his neck and furrowed his brow as the lighning now spread throughought the room, loose strands of electricity zapping the walls. Candles fell as the lighning hungrily reached out to touch everything it could, to burn everything in its path.

BREATHE

His eyes snapped open and the lighning was gone, the candles went out and the only source of light was the fleeting breathe of blue flame he released from his nose.

A small satisfactory smile appeared on his face As he got to his feet.

He stood up in the meditation chamber, paying no attention to the candles littering the floor; a servant would come by at some point to clean it up.

The young man exited the metal room and found himself in the royal palace hallway. He stuck his hands in the pockets of his training tunic and leaned against the door he had just come out of, unsure of what to do now. He had planned on spending most of the day in the meditation room, but he found that his impatient nature forbade him from holding still for more then an hour or so.

So now he had two choices; Going out to the yard to practice his firebending or going to find someone to entertain him.

He decided to opt for the latter, he did not feel he needed any more practice and people were far more fun.

So he made his way through the halls, saying "hi" to most of the servants he knew. He found himself at the courtyard and a sly grin formed on his lips.

Narowing his blue eyes, he tiptoed out onto the deck of the courtyard, freezing when a board made a small noise.

He glanced up to see his raven-haired target was still meditating by the pond. Tongue sticking out in concentration, he leaped deftly over the board and onto the grass, landing softly.

He continued tip-toeing toward the targer, holding his breathe to save for the noise. Just as he approached her and readied his hands-

"If you fucking push me in i will stab you, Kuzon."

Deflating, he sighed and flopped down next to his aunt. And mumbled something into the grass.

Mai opened her eyes and rasied an eyebrow at Kuzon. "Don't you have you're own meditating to do?"

Kuzon shook his head and mumbled more jibberish into the grass.

"Lift your head up. You're acting like you're five."

He lifted his neck and spit some grass into the pond, eyeing his aunt. "Where is everyone..?"

"Zuko is in a meeting with the Avatar and your parents regarding the fate of Yu Dao."

"You mean Republic City?"

Mai snorted and closed her eyes again, trying to return to her meditating. Kuzon raised an eyebrow at her now. "What? That's it's name now."

Mai snorted again, showing her disdain for the subject. "Yu Dao should simply be returned to the Earth Kingdom, trying to create a whole new country is a wase of time."

Kuzon nodded, understanding where Mai was coming from. However, he suspsected that her actual beef was with her husband's distance as of late, and that distance was largely due to his deep involvment with the republic.

He got to his feet, knowing better then to continue to annoy his aunt when she was in such a crabby mood was a bad idea.

But he was unable to resist as he walked away, and he spun around and delivered a small shock to the back of mai's neck, which was just enough to get her to flicnh hard enough to fall into the pond.

He sprinted away before realizing what he had just done, rounding the corner and flying through the hallways of the palace, sidesteeping servant after servant as he did so.

He looked over his shoulder just in time to see Mai round the same corner, murder in her eyes, water dripping from her hair.

"YOU'RE FUCKING DEAD, KUZON!"

He hooted with laughter as he rounded a random corner and another and another.

He didnt break his stride as he ran corner after corner until-

He skirted to a halt.

"Mom..Dad.." He muttered , eyes widening.

Azula raised an inquisitive eyebrow. "What is going on here? Why are you running the halls?"

He gulped again and looked to his dad instinctively. Sokka was eyeing him now with disdain, like Azula, but with curiousity with a hint of amusement.

"Well- you see-"

"You're idiot son threw me into the pond, tha's what happened!"

Kuzon grimaced as his aunt finally caught up to them, breathing heavily.

Azula's eyes snapped to meet Kuzon's and he shrunk back in fear. "He did what?"

"He threw me into the pond, Azula!"

Kuzon lanced at Sokka to see he was struggling not to laugh. This gave him a little more confidence and he shrugged casually. "Technically i shocked you and you flinched yourself into the p-"

"Shut it." Azula hissed at him, shutting him up effectively. She stomped on Sokkas foot behind her, closing his mouth as wel.

"I'm sorry Mai. I'll see to his consequenses."

Mai simply nodded, shot Kuzon a look and stomped off.

Kuzon gave his mother a sheepish look. "It was harmless.."

"Just go sit in your room for now, Kuzon." Azula said, sighing.

Kuzon nodded and complied, but he still smirked as he turned away.

Azula sighed as she slipped into her royal nightgown. "He needs an attitude adjustment."

Sokka mumbled something from the bed he was laying facedown on.

She Glared daggers at his body as she moved towards the bed. "Sokka, i'm serious. He acts like everything is a game. Like he can take on anything and do whatever he wants."

Sokka sat up from the ed and wrapped his arm around her. "He'll be fine, Azula. He'll find his own way."

Azula shook her head. "You heard Zuko, riots are breaking out in spots all over the nation. They think i'm training him to be a child soldier or something."

Sokka shrugged. "So what? Who cares what a bunch of fire folk think?"

Azula shot him another glare. "These people are passionate about what they believe, i fear for his safety."

Sokka snorted. "He's practically a master firebender, and he knows how to use 2 types of swords efficiently. Not to mention that punching thing your friend taught him!"

"Chi blocking." Hissed Azula, growing more annoyed.

"Yeah, that!" Said Sokka, ignoring her evident anger. "I think if you should fear for anyone who crosses his path!" He beamed, proud of his son.

Azula shook her head. "I'm sorry that people hate him simply because of my past..."

Sokka held her close and she rested her head on his shoulder.

He failed to notice that, outside their window, a man dressed in all dark with a red mask was hanging by the ledge, listening intently.

A/N: Ik, ik a slow introduction. But it will get better, mark my words :) Review, it what drives me to continue writing.