I do not own Avatar: The Last Airbender, the cartoon belongs to their respectful owners. I only own this story and any OC's I use.
Agender!ReoncarnatedOC!Zuko
Family/Adventure/Hurt-Comfort/Romance
This idea would not leave me alone! So I decided to write it. An agender person reincarnated as Zuko and staying as the Blue Spirit during the banishment. I will be using agender pronounces for Zuko. I, myself, am not agender. So if I use them wrong, I am sorry. Their will be romance, I'm just not sure on who to pair with who.
Rated T for now, but that may change.
Summery: They did not know what to do. Ze was born into this world, a cartoon they watched as a child. Reborn into royalty. Ze did not want this, but they will make the most of this. They may be a fire-bender now, but because One is here it is going to make ripples. Zuko may banished and hated for just being born. But the Blue Spirit is not. They will change the course of destiny. But most of all, all they want is to save their sister from her fate.
Warnings: Some course language, hate crimes.
-Chapter Start-
They don't remember being born, but Ze remembers dying.
They were murdered for bring 'different'. It was a hate crime no matter how you look at it and Ze hoped the people who did were caught and brought to justice. Ze was killed in cold blood, just because people could not understand. For not changing into their ideals. Just for not conforming to what others wanted. Just because they fear what is different.
Ze was openly agender, that means they were neither gender. Sometimes the concept of gender confused them. Why did you have to be one? Why can't you be both or none at all? Why did it matter what gender the love of your life was?
But Ze didn't let that bother them. One wore what they wanted and everyone else could kiss their ass. Ze believed clothes had no gender, how can they their pieces of fabric! People were crazy, that was a motto Ze repeated to themselves when they saw something that just baffled them.
It happened on a Saturday. It had been a busy day for them, working under such harassment. Their coworkers just didn't understand, didn't want to, that they are they not him or her. One just hopes that the future will be kinder to people like them, Ze have heard about teens and adults commit suicide because of such hate. But for now they can relax and not think of such horrible things, and tomorrow was an off day from work anyway. So, they decided to take a bath and go to bed. They were just about to go to bed when they smelt it.
Smoke.
Ze had ran to the door and wrenched it open. Flames licked everything, fire smothering everything in its path. It was like seeing Hell. Someone had set their house, their home, on fire. One quickly slammed the door shut and tried to think of a way out. Ze now wished they had taken more fitness training so they could break the window, but it was bullet proof. They did not live in a safe city.
No, they just had to take MMA and sword lessons, because swords are awesome no matter what anyone says!
But they tried, and tried to break the window. They knew they couldn't leave the room, they would die either way. Ze screamed and cried, knowing they were not leaving the house alive. One wonders if the people who set her home aflame could hear her dying screams. Ze hopes it haunts them for the rest of their days. Then the flames come into the room setting her ablaze like the rest of her home. Just when she hears faint sirens in the distance.
That is how they die. Screaming, suffocating, alone and being burned alive. All at the age of twenty.
Then they awake. Being held by a man with a serious face starring down at them. Colors of red standing behind him. A banner behind him hanging down with a picture of a black flame standing out from the red background. It tugged at their mind, something screaming that Ze should know this!
The man bends his head down and long dark hair makes a curtain around them. Ze blinked up at them, noticing how it was difficult to see. Did the fire take their sight? God, they hope not.
Dark eyes locked onto their face, studying them. Ze looked back, looking at his different hairstyle and hairpiece. 'Where am I?...And how long have I been out?' He certainly did not look like a local in America, that is for sure.
"Your name shall be Zuko, you will make me and the Fire Nation proud son."
One felt their eyes widen. 'Zuko? Son?'
A red banner with a black flame. A man with long dark hair. The Fire Nation. The name Zuko! It smacked One in the face harshly as memories of a cartoon came to surface. Never noticing as tears started to fall. Never noticing as they were handed to a women with bright yellow eyes and long black hair with a sweet smile. 'Is this a joke or punishment!?'
Zuko? The one who was burned and scarred by his own Father? Banished and never to return unless they find the Avatar? The one where his own sister snaps because of said family? Where his Mother disappears? Where his parents are divided? Where his own Mother does not love her own daughter? The one who is the Blue Spirit? Where he identifies with being male? The one who can bend fire!?
It seems Hell was not through with them just yet. The fire had fallowed them into the next life. Had the fire loved them so much it followed them? Or had One done something wrong so they are to burn forever?
All One knows is that they will have trouble getting people to see that they are they and not him. Ze wonders if that will get them killed like in their last life?
'I will not conform to anybody but myself and I.'
-Chapter End-
Gender Neutral Pronouns: One, Ze, Sie, Hir, Co, Ey, They, Them, Their. Mix instead of Mr. or Ms.
I will be using Gender neutral pronouns for Zuko throughout the story. I hope I use them right, I'm sorry if I don't. I do not mean to offend anybody. I just thought this would be a great twist on things.
