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AN: This is a rewrite of a story I wrote years ago. The story was called Female Freedom Fighter. However, this one is going to be majorly different than the original. You can just read this one and understand, or you could have read the original one and still enjoy this one. I hope you enjoy, and review!

Chapter 1

When I was seven, my parents were killed in a Fire Nation raid on our small village. Me and my best friend, Jet, escaped the town and became orphans at the ages of seven and eight. We learned how to survive off the land by stealing when necessary, and learning how to survive off animals and berries. Jet kept his promise to my parents that he would watch me for as long as we lived.

I had known Jet since I was born, so transitioning to him being my sole caregiver wasn't that hard. I trusted him to make good decisions for me, and as we got older I started to rely on him more and more. Soon he basically became the person who did everything for me, and I let him control my life to a point.

When Jet was fourteen and I was thirteen, we met a bunch of kids like us; kids who hated the Fire Nation and who had lost their families in raids through the years. Some of them were younger than us, while others were Jet's age, or older. Jet suggested we band together to fight the Fire Nation. Most of us agreed, and since Jet was the one to suggest it, he was determined as leader. Everybody agreed, even people older than Jet. Over the years people have come and gone

It's been almost three years since the Freedom Fighters joined together and began fighting. Jet and the others built an elaborate series of tree houses that we all lived in. Most of us had our own space, but some of the newer people had to share rooms. Each house was connected by a ladder, and as a table we had a platform that Jet would frequently use as a place to give speeches. Jet didn't let me help him and the others build the tree houses, instead having me watch the younger kids, and deal with the everyday things back at our camp.

XxXx

"Katomi, would you come here for a minute?" Jet called from somewhere behind me.

"One second," I called back. "Let me just finish this up, ok?"

"Sure, take your time," He said, his voice slightly muffled by the ever present grass in his mouth. How he could talk and not drop that thing I will never know.

I finished stirring the stew I was cooking, its contents being things that we've stolen as well as things some of the boys killed. While cooking, I saw Jet, leaning lazily against a tall tree, with a rope hanging down beside him. I was shocked, like always, at how gorgeous Jet was. His brown hair falling into his grey eyes. His eyes always shocked me at how expressive they can be. When he speaks of the Fire Nation, they are filled with hate, but when he speaks of things he likes, his eyes sparkle with happiness.

"What's with the rope?" I asked him, confused.

"You'll see," He replied sounding like he was suppressing a laugh. His eyes were twinkling with mischief. I suddenly found myself feeling nervous.

"Just tell me what's going on!" I exclaimed. He just laughed at my response. "Fine, then. I'll just go away and leave you here!" I turned and started to walk away.

Jet's hand shot out and grabbed my arm. He pulled me towards him, and my foot somehow caught a tree root so I tripped, causing us to both crash to the floor. Jet immediately started laughing, while I took in our position. I was lying across his chest. My cheeks immediately turned red, as I tried to pull myself up. Jet stopped me, and gently touched my hair.

He pulled his hand back, grinning at me. "You had a leaf in your hair."

"O—oh," I replied, afraid to say anything else, thinking I might say something embarrassing.

He stood up and held his hand out for me. I took it and h pulled me up. When I went to take my hand back, Jet wouldn't let me.

"Close your eyes," He softly commanded.

"Why?" I asked confused.

"You trust me, right?" he asked.

"Always," I answered immediately.

"Then close your eyes. Nothing will happen to you, I promise"

I nodded my head. "Ok."

I closed my eyes and Jet pulled me towards him. I felt my back against his chest, and one arm was wrapped around me. Suddenly, we were airborne. I gasped in shock, and fought the urge to open my eyes. After a few seconds, my feet were planted on the ground again. I felt confused. I felt Jet let go of me, but then he placed his hands over my eyes, getting rid of any chance to see where we were. I knew that we were in a tree, but why?

Jet carefully started walking. I felt uncomfortable, not being able to see where we were going. I wanted to open my eyes so badly. After walking for what seemed like forever, we stopped. Jet stood still, his hands still covering my eyes.

"Are you ready?" He asked, sounding excited.

"Yes," I replied.

Jet took his hands off my eyes. I opened them and had to blink a few times while I adjusted to the bright sun. Then I gasped in shock. We were standing in a—a tree house. I looked around and saw several other small houses made out of various different woods. There were about ten or eleven different houses.

I came back to looking around this one. It wasn't that big but it was ok. There was a bed in one corner with a blanket, my favorite shade of blue-green. There was a tree stump that could serve as a table when needed. A red blanket covered the doorway and a sort of peg was to the side so the blanket could be pushed aside and the door could stay open.

Jet was standing near the doorway, looking anxious. He was just watching me take in the room and the series of tree houses. I was amazed. I had no idea he and the others were doing this.

"Jet," I said breathlessly. "This—this is amazing."

"You like it?" He asked nervously. While he was usually arrogant, I saw none of it on his face.

"I love it," I exclaimed.

"I'm glad," he smiled. "Happy birthday, Katomi."

"Wh—what?" I asked, glancing at him, confused.

"You don't remember? When we were little, you told me that you wished we could go away and—"

I cut him off. "Live in the trees," I finished for him, amazed that he remembered it. We were so young when I told him.

"Yeah," He said, sheepishly.

"Oh Jet," I exclaimed, flinging myself into his arms. He caught me, laughing. I leaned up and kissed his cheeks, not noticing the slight blush on his cheeks. "This is the most amazing thing anybody ever did for me. Thank you!"

"It was no problem. Really."

"I love you, you know that?"

"I do. And I love you too."

XxXx

Today I went with Jet to a small town. We had to walk for about an hour, but it was worth it. This town wasn't occupied, so we ran into no trouble. Fire Nation soldiers all know to look out for Jet…or so he claims. We went with about ten other people, because we need a ton of supplies.

"When were in the village, be discrete and try not to get caught," Jet instructed.

There were murmurs of agreement from most of the people. These "missions" are always dangerous for us, mostly because we steal. A lot. Jet has some money (from stealing from other people) that we will use to buy some things, but it's not enough to cover anything.

Other Freedom Fighters started to walk into town in small groups. When there were only a few people left, I stood up, getting ready to go into the town. Jet looked over at me and frowned. As I walked past him, he grabbed my arm.

"Where are you going?"

"The town?" I answered confused.

"No, I want you to stay here and guard the wagon."

"What? No! You said I could come with you!" I exclaimed.

"You came with us. Now watch the wagon."

"I don't want to," I exclaimed.

He sighed, frustrated. He blew air out of his pursed lips. "Katomi, I'm not telling you again. You're watching the wagon."

I sighed and pulled my arm out of his grip and sat down on the wagon. He smiled; happy I listened and walked into the town. I crossed my arms and glared at his back as he walked into the town.

I stayed there for a long time. People brought supplies to the wagon throughout the afternoon. If I knew Jet was going to pull this again, I wouldn't have come. I should have known better; he always treats me like I'm six. I'm not six, I'm fifteen! I'm old enough to help. Hell, some of the girls he lets help him are younger than me! Jet honestly makes no sense to me.

I got fed up just sitting here, so I covered the wagon with a tarp and I walked into town. I was going to try my best to avoid Jet, but if we run into each other, I guess we'll have to deal.

I was just glancing at different stalls, when I spotted Jet. He was talking to some girl in a beautiful dress. He handed her a Panda Lil, and I felt jealously surge through me. I felt angry. I hit something with my foot, and I immediately felt pain. Jet looked up, and I tried to duck, but he saw me.

Jet excused himself and practically stomped over to me. He locked eyes with me, as he grabbed my arm. I could tell he was angry. He pulled me up and started to walk towards the wagon.

"I thought I told you to stay by the wagon!"

"I got bored!" I exclaimed, wincing as my foot hit the ground.

"What happened?" He asked, suddenly looking concerned.

"Nothing, I just hit my foot."

"Does it feel ok?"

"It just hurts. But I'll be fine." I answered, wincing again.

"Here, lean on me," He said. I listened and he helped me over to the wagon. He made me sit. "I'll be back ok? Stay. Here."

He walked away and came back a little while later. He made sure I was ok, and then we headed back to the tree houses, with me in the wagon.

XxXx

Later that day, Jet and I were in the "Kitchen" by ourselves. Jet was sitting on the table food is usually prepared on. He had a piece of straw dangling in his mouth like always.

"Who was that girl?"

"What girl?" He asked, looking up at me, confused.

"The girl you gave the panda lily to."

"The merchant's daughter?" Jet replied, laughing. "Nothing. We were just talking. She said her name was Lilly, so I gave her a Panda lily. It was no big deal."

"I see," I answered, coldly.

"Why'd you ask?" He asked a smirk on his lips. I shrugged. "Are you jealous of her?"

"What? No!" I exclaimed.

"I think you are," Jet replied. "No. I know you are. But why?" He stood up and walked over to me. "Do you wish your hair was like hers?" he started, playing with my hair. "Or do you wish you were as tall as her? Or—"

"Jet stop!" I exclaimed, swatting his hand away. "I just think you could do so much better than her! She flirts with anything that moves!"

He smirked again, and leaned down so he could speak in my ear. "I still think you're jealous. But I'll find out why soon enough."

He straightened up and practically sauntered out of the room, humming to himself.

"There's nothing to figure out!" I called after him, causing him to just laugh.