Heyyyy guys! So I decided that I would be deleting my other story due to the time it was set in. this story will be a modern AU which will be A LOT easier to write. Anyway let me just give you some reminders before you read the story, the Americas are made up of fire benders, Europe and Africa are made up of air benders, the north and south poles are mainly water benders, and Canada and Asia are made up of earth benders.

Azula's POV:

Disturbing, yet fun.

Very fun.

I took the scissors in my hand, poking at the rat it had swallowed whole earlier; making me jump back when the rat actually began to squirm around inside of it.

It did give me a lot of questions; which is what school was made for I guess –although others didn't show up for the academics unlike me.

"Azula what are you doing?"

I quickly put the scissors down and went back to observation notes ASAP before anyone could notice I was actually being a child poking a dead snake.

I looked over as Mai stood with one hand over her hip and the other carrying a beaker filled with rubbing alcohol; her eyes suspicious but in a more relaxed type of way.

"You named it didn't you?"

"Of course I did. It was part of the procedure of course, so I decided to name him Beelzebub."

"Beelze-what?"

"It's another name for Satan."

"Oh god. This is gonna be like the time you drew your mural of the black plague during art class and Ms. Yen called the guidance counselor, isn't it?"

"First of all it's called the Bubonic Plague, second the guidance counselor decided I was ok after only five seconds of seeing me, and third that was the seventh grade. I'm going to be a senior next year –I think they know I'm fine."

"Or the time you asked Mr. Wang if human flesh tasted like chicken or pork during science class and he avoided talking to you for the entire year."

I actually began to snicker at that memory… I always found it hilarious how afraid the guy was of me.

"The guy was so scared that every time he would walk past me he'd walk a bit faster and avoid eye contact…"

We both began to snicker as we followed the directions on the chalkboard; dissecting the snake and taking notes.

"Are you still into my brother? I know I'm judgey but I'm only being a good friend."

"Yea… I don't know, he didn't have the balls to ask me out after all of the times and memories we shared together, I guess he's just not that into me…"

"Don't worry. He is. Believe me he is. Apparently he jerks off to your pictures."

He face went from her usual pale complecture to a beet red mixture of embarrassment and disgust.

"it's a guy thing I guess"

"Well thanks… for that information… really…."

"No prob. I have tons of other embarrassing things about him if you'd like to hear them as well –I do live with him you know."

"Nahhh I think I'm good for now –for a long time actually… sooo, what about you?"

I looked at her with a raised eyebrow while removing the half digested rat from the snake's body.

"What about me?"

"You know…."

She did that quirky thing where she'd raise her brows twice as she smirked, probably suggesting something male related.

"Nahhh I think I'm just gonna stick to old Beelzebub here; male's are a weird annoying species I would like to know nothing about thank you very much."

"Awe c'mon you've been saying that since the third grade, there has to be someone"

"Nope. I've felt the need to annihilate almost every human being of the opposite gender that I've ever met. And I honestly don't think there's anyone or anything that would make me feel otherwise."

She smirked at me the way she always did as she rested the beaker on the table, now operating on the snakes intestines

"We'll just see about that"

Jet's POV:

He looked at me in the most uncomfortable way; almost a mixture of disgust and interest as he eyed me up and down.

"Wipe that stupid smirk off your face son."

"I'm not your son, asshole."

"You really think you have a choice out here don't you? I might as well just send your little punk ass back to Ontario so your inmates in prison can beat the fuck out of you for me!"

"Good, I'd rather be raped by them instead of you."

He jumped up from his chair; bottle of scotch still in his hand as he raised a clenched fist.

Stupid drunk.

"BOTH OF YOU ENOUGH!"

She walked in with a tea tray in one hand and a tray of two plates of food in the other; waitressing really did do her well I guess.

Her grey eyes pierced my own, a sorrowful glaze that filled them bringing me into my shame.

"Well are you gonna pass me the food or what sugar tits?"

I felt my body seethe with rage once more, shooting up from my seat ready to throw my cup of tea at his face.

"YOU'RE FUCKING PATHETIC! THAT'S MY FUCKING AUNT RIGHT THERE SHOW SOME GOD DAMN RESPECT DUCHE BAG!"

"JET!"

She shot me a look of anger as she passed him the tray of food, disappointment in her eyes.

"WHY DO YOU LET HIM DO THIS TO YOU! MY GOD –YOUR WORSE THAN MY MOTHER! AND LOOK WHERE THAT GOT HER!"

I heard her call out my name once more as I stormed out of the house, slamming the door with such force I thought I broke it.

It was all true.

My dad is in jail. My mom is dead.

And after staying in Ontario with a family friend for nine years, I was sent here to live this hell once again.

I had only spent two weeks in this god-awful fire nation city, and I already felt like slitting the man's throat open. What the hell was my life turning into?

I walked down the street; angry as I kicked my Dr. Martens boots into the mud –until a familiar sound delighted me.

Is that… metal I hear?

I went further down the block to see some type of music joint; an empty stage with a broken radio that played scratchy metal music as I walked through the door. I stared out into the tables to see quite a few people –a group of boys about my age snickering at me for no apparent reason.

But my eyes were more fixed on the row of guitars on the wall, a bright red electric one whispering my name as I lingered toward it. I only had about sixty yen on me at the moment –which sucked because my previous guitar got broken during the move here.

"You do know that the guitar is half price right? Well… that is if you could play –which I highly doubt considering that you don't look like you're not from here"

I looked to my side to see the kids that were laughing at me before, the one with the scar on his eye right beside me as he continued to laugh with his other buddies.

"Alright Scarface, you want a show? You're gonna get one."

I grabbed the red guitar from its stand on the wall; walking up to the stage and plugging it into the amp as the owner of the shop accepted scar face's bet money and hooked up the microphone.

Zuko's POV:

At first I truly did think he was just some loser that was trying to show me up, but only a short time after he truly did prove himself.

He sang some type of slipknot song, which was okay for me but a bit too much for the rest of the guys; he was honestly a pretty cool kid.

"People equal shit! People equal shit!"

He practically growled into the microphone as he shredded that guitar, his wild brown hair all over the place as he continued to head bang in a not so orderly fashion.

I could already see the trouble I would be getting myself into by doing this… but I honestly didn't care. Chan walked out on us, and now we needed a guitar player that was just as good or maybe even better than he was –and I think we just found him.

Once he finished his song it was probably around two in the morning –forcing Sokka, Aang, and Haru to go home forgetting they had a curfew.

Thank god dad was in china right now to meet with the earth king, my ass would be just as cooked as my face if I went home this late without a good excuse.

The store owner gave the kid a discount on the guitar for performing and he ended up buying it, which I thought was excellent considering that we now had a chance of having a new member that was actually good –after weeks of searching and watching other not so great people perform.

"Does that prove to you how good I am Scarface?"

He scowled at me as I pretended not to hear the name he had just called me; avoiding all reasons to get into yet another fight.

"My name is Zuko, and actually you did. Because of that I have an offer to make you."

His eyes lost a bit of the anger they carried before but began to fill with a more suspicious feel as they narrowed at me.

"Name's Jet. What type of offer are we talking about?"

I kept a straight face the entire time we talked making sure he understood that this was some pretty serious shit and not some game.

"So are you in?"

He looked down at the ground and then back up at me as a large smirk crawled across his face.

"Hell yeah."

We left the shop and walked down the blocks ahead of us talking about a whole shit ton of arrangements for the band and how I was gonna explain it to the rest of the group.

I could already tell it was gonna be a fun night.