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He was more than a little furious, or irritated, or annoyed, summing it up with the fire blast that had punctured the wall to his left, ashes trickling down the sides. Fire Lord Zuko could even see the bewildered faces from the other room connected to his. He had just created a window for them to peak through.

Shit.

The word repeated in his head until an ace was formed. He usually was on his best behavior on his duties for the palace, walking around with his shoulder hunched; staring at his feet trying to hide the dangerous scowl that expressed on his rather handsome face. It just had been another unbearably boring meeting with the palace's officials, trying to bribe him into casting soldiers on the outskirts of the "Earth Bending City." It had been too,

"Keep those barbaric people under protocol of the greatest nation, The Fire nation."

He had been fuming about his corrupt system ever since the teenager had been set as Fire Lord. Being put into meeting after meeting about the,

"Overall well-being of your people, Fire Lord Zuko. The war should start again with a revelation attack on the Southern Poles!"

Never the less, that man had been in the point of orange fire. Zuko had him banished from all meetings at the palace; of course because a certain water bender lived there, and his mind had been filled with memories from the beautiful girl.

Woman, not a girl, but a stunning woman. Dammit! Stop thinking about that you arrogant fool!

Of course, he couldn't. And he had a bad feeling he never will, at the way he had been hypnotized about some, not-so-innocent fantasies or the woman. It had been a whole year since he heard from her- um, the whole gang. Ever since then he had been haunted by loneliness, and people either walking all over him, or bowing down and kissing his feet. (Also his girlfriend gave him her attention every once a year, or that's how he began to he had the impression about it.)

So, with all of this intact, he had been on the edge with aggravation with everyone at the palace.

Especially himself and that flawless Water Bender. Katara.

Though the consequences for his outrageous temper would be a long, torturous scolding by all the elders at the palace, no doubt he was in very deep shit-

"There you are, Fire Lord Zuko. The council would like to see you right this moment… about your actions toward the palace, in replace of anger. Am I correct Fire Lord?"

It was a middle aged man, gray hairs already visible on his head, and a brutal scar running down from his widow's peak to his eyebrow. Zuko growled under his breath, pinching the bridge of his nose trying to tone out the old man's voice. Of course, every man he saw now was either old or infuriating.

"I must object. I'm in no mood for another pitiful meeting. I am going to my chambers for the rest of the night. Tell everyone to stay out of my sight, now, be off with you."

Perhaps he could have said it less offensive, and it was the second time he had abruptly dismissed a meeting because of his displeasure. With no other words, the man bowed with a crunched up nose, muttering under his own breath,

"Yes Fire Lord Zuko."

With that, the man scurried off without any other words spoke to the teenager. Sighing, out of anxiety and exhaustion, Zuko stomped off to his bedchamber. Opening the red carven designed door, (that wade as much as a 600 pound man) he glared into the room, taking in its unappreciated exquisiteness. It had two wooden bookshelves on either side, filled with books on manners, and how to rule a nation.

He had read it multiple times when in his childhood, all times ending with the book thrown at the wall. Explaining the dents and bruises on the cover.

In the middle of the room displayed a bed which could fit four, with rusted red colored drapes dangling over the windows about the bookshelves. Two doors, hidden away to his left and his right; held his walk-way closet, and his marble everything bathroom. To top it off, he looked down and discovered with distaste an area carpet that concealed the wooden floors. It had a huge emblem of the Fire Nation, both sides with a fuming red and black dragons.

Zuko hunched his back, falling on the bed face first, and his mind back to traveling off to "Katara Land". He hadn't noticed the scroll, dismayed on a dark brown desk, (filled with thousands of other papers he had given up on). It had on a thick orange bow, yelling out the words,

URGENT FROM THE AIR TEMPLES

It wasflashing with importance, need, and a much panicked Avatar writer on the insides.