Why Don't You Kiss Her?
Avatar Fanfiction
WARNING: I do NOT, I repeat do NOT own Avatar: The Last Airbender or the song Why Don't You Kiss Her by Jesse McCartney. I own none of these characters except for Mizu. I hold no rights to any of these things except my own character. Nor do I own the song Kelas, I got it from the FullMetal Alchemist movie.
Summary: Zuko is returning to the Fire Nation with a new friend. A young water tribe girl named Mizu. A very kind but tormented servant girl that saved Zuko's life. And he's developed feelings for her! But what about his love interest with Mei? Find out!
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Zuko walked around his ship as he had been doing everyday for the last week. He was returning home from Ba Sing Se and he was terribly nervous. He'd not been home since he was thirteen. But Zuko also wandered the ship to find Mizu. Mizu was a now close friend to him. Also a servant. Iroh had convinced Zuko to let her accompany them to the Fire Nation after her village burned down. And zuko agreed. especially since Zuko had been fatally injured and Mizu had saved his life. Zuko walked out onto the bow of the ship. He saw Mizu standing there.
Mizu had slightly pale skin, long legs and arms, slender fingers. Her facial expression was always inviting and loving. Her silver irises caught in the sunlight and glittered like starlight. Long, black, silky and wavey locks of hair cascaded down her back all the way to her waist. Her thin and curvy body was leaning against the railing. A red, long sleeved, form fitting dress covered her body. The sleeves flowed out, long and lace trimmed with silk, the dress came to the floor and had an A-neck line. An all around conservative dress. Mizu noticed Zuko standing there and turned to him with a smile,"Prince Zuko, good afternoon," Mizu bowed to him.
Zuko stared at her softly. Her silken voice made him shiver. "Good afternoon, Mizu," Zuko replied and walked toward her. "How have you been feeling? My Uncle tells me that you've been under the weather."
"Under the weather? Me? Oh, no. I got a bit light headed the other day and had to lay down. It was just because I was hungry. I hadn't eaten breakfast that morning," Mizu smiled at him, her lush lips curving upward as she looked down.
Zuko lifted her chin so that his golden irises looked into her contrasting silver ones,"You need to take better care of yourself. . . What would I do if you became sick?"
Mizu blushed slightly and stared into his eyes,"I. . . I. . Um. . . Y-Yes, sir. . . I'll take better care," She managed. His eyes were so beautiful. Mizu got lost in them everytime they were close and lost track of reality. Zuko brushed her cheek with his hand softly and leaned toward her slowly. Mizu's heart pounded as he got closer but she closed her eyes and leaned toward him as well.
"Ahem!" Mei cleared her throat to amke her presence known. Zuko pulled away as did Mizu. They both stared at Mei with wide eyes. "Mizu, don't you have chores to be doing?" Mei asked, rather rudely.
Mizu gulped,"I um. . . I . . . Why, yes, I do. I-I'll see you at dinner Prince Zuko," Mizu bowed to him and ran off.
Zuko glared at Mei,"You didn't need to be rude to her. We were just talking." Mei walked over to Zuko and kissed him.
"I don't trust her," Mei brushed his cheek,"Now come. The sun is setting. Dinner will be served soon," Mei led him toward the mess hall.
At dinner Zuko kept watching Mizu. She was cleaning the room up and serving food with other servants. She was graceful with her every movement. Like some Geisha in a never ending dance. Just the way she moved it seemed like she was dancing. Mizu walked over to Zuko and Mei. She bowed to them,"Would you like more tea, Prince Zuko? Lady Mei?" Zuko simply nodded to her and Mizu pulled back her sleeve softly, exposing her wrist as she poured him tea.
Mei looked at Zuko. He often stared at Mizu. And it made Mei uneasy. Mei jumped when Zuko grabbed Mizu's wrist as she tried to walk away,"What happened to your hand?" He asked, looking to Mizu.
Mizu looked at her hand. It was bandaged up. But before on the deck Mizu had no bandage. "Oh this? I was careless and burned myself. It truly is nothing. But it was very nice of you to ask," Mizu smiled,"Lady Mei, more tea?" Mizu turned her attention to Mei as she gently pulled away from Zuko's grasp.
"Yes, please," Mei nodded and Mizu poured Mizu some tea. "Thank you," Mei said. Mizu bowed and turned away. Mizu grabbed a tray of food and a teapot. Mizu walked out of the mess hall and below deck to Iroh's room. It was more like a dark prison though. Barely lit by candles, metal walls, thin blankets, lumpy cot and no window at all. Mizu walked in and smiled at Iroh.
"General Iroh, I brought you dinner," Mizu sat beside him on the floor and poured him some tea. "I made you jasmine tea. I know its your favorite. Here," Mizu handed it to the sad looking old man.
Iroh had to smile at Mizu,"Thank you, Mizu. That is very kind of you but I am a prisoner now. You don't have to treat me so well."
"Prisoner or no," Mizu brushed his long hair out of his face,"You are still a human being and deserve to be treated as nothing less."
"Mizu, what in the world happened to your hand, my dear?" Iroh asked as he took her hand softly. Iroh unwrapped her hand and examined the burn.
Mizu looked at him,"I got careless while making tea earlier. I burned my hand is all," Mizu replied.
"You are lying," Iroh said,"This burn wasn't made by a teapot or stove." Mizu looked down. "Was it my niece?" Iroh asked. Mizu nodded quietly. "Azula burned you. . . But why? Did she say?"
"She said for me to keep away from Zuko. She said that she wouldn't let me jeopardize everything she had planned for Zuko," Mizu replied softly. "But I don't know what she means!"
Iroh brushed her cheek,"She knows how you feel about Zuko."
Mizu looked down,"What do you mean? Zuko and I are just friends."
"You haven't told him about your attack. . . Have you?" Iroh asked softly. Mizu froze. "If you were just friends then it would be easy for you to tell him that. But you love him too much to let him know how you were hurt and-"
"Please stop, Iroh. . ." Mizu cut him off. "Please. . . I don't want to talk about this," Mizu said weakly. Iroh pulled Mizu against him gently. She started to cry. "I could never tell him. . ." Mizu choked out. "I could never let him know that I. . . . That I was so weak. . . That I couldn't stop that soldier. . . He was going to kill me. . . . And if Zuko knew how weak I was. . ."
"Hush child. . . Hush my dear one. . . . My nephew would understand. . . And I have seen how he looks at you. He cares for you very deeply. ." Iroh breathed. He let her cry into his chest.
