That was quick right? THE POWER OF TWO! Again. We're already working on Chapter Three ^^

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I do a double take from my chained position, "You- you- I can't! I just know a few tricks! He's your father!" I protest madly. H-how could he~? I widen my eyes at him. I hope it cuts through him like blades of ice.

"Of course you can~" he said sweetly, with a chime as if beckoning or calming a small child. "If you can do your colorful little twirls on the square, you shouldn't have a problem!" A second to think and Kiro spoke again, eyes glimmering in amusement at her terrified expression. "No, he is not my father. He is merely on obstruction on my path of becoming Firelord. Just imagine it! The youngest Firelord to ever rise to power. People bowing, cheering at the young prodigy, 'Firelord Kiro!' I would be a god! Hah, no, I'm not that power crazy."

"N-n-no I can't! That's all I know! I've never been trained!" I plead breathless. He was crazy. Don't let this happen. Please, "You're crazy. Crazy. Your dad. You wouldn't be here if it weren't for him!" I try to knock sense into him desperately. He can't really think I could do this for him, "What would I get out of it anyway?" I ask quietly.

"Who cares if you weren't trained? You don't need a master to kill someone! I'm not crazy! That's offensive. I'm simply... ambitious," he said, smiling, waving his hand politely, acting as if it were a completely normal conversation. "He's got to die sometime, hasn't he? Not like when or how it happens really matters." Kiro stopped for a moment to thoughtfully stare at the ceiling, and had a thumb to his lip, weight on one leg. "You would get... to live. Sounds fair doesn't it? And so would your family."

"My family is gone." I hiss angrily, "I can barely fight, let alone kill. I don't want to be a murderer or an assassin." I say. "I can't believe you. You can't just demand that I kill the fire lord even if you're his son. You can wait for a couple years. Find a wife, make an heir. Leave me out of it." I hope he doesn't think his children would be more powerful with me as their...bearer.

"I'll find people close to you. Friends. Children who admire you, perhaps. Their families will hate you in turn. Would it be best to torture you to death, or to let you rot? To burn every inch of your skin, and remove your limbs with a dull blade? Dig your beautiful eyes out, put you on display. You know, if you are a water-bender, this was to be reported to the government. So you could be listed on watch. Yet somehow, you managed to evade us. Your kind may not be illegal just yet, but you're frowned upon. Refugees. Which was it, your mother or father that was cursed with the water-bending?" Quite honestly, he was rambling, caught in his own thoughts, wrapped up in the insanity. Not even a quarter of his little monologue was really intended for the girl in front of him, but Kiro himself, and all for the vain purpose of hearing himself go on and on.

I feel like punching him. But I'm restrained. "Waterbending isn't a curse." I hiss menacingly, "Teach me to Firebend. You personally. I'll kill him." I say. I hate this. I hate myself. I have no choice if I don't want to end up hurting other people. I sigh and grit my teeth at the bastard in front of me. He was such a cocky prick, did he have any idea what my life was like? Obviously not. Waterbending was an art, not a curse.

"Good lord you are a moody woman." he chortled. She was quite the show, wasn't she? "Quite honestly, I don't think you could do it. Even if I taught you. But why would I want to spend time with you? What if your curse rubbed off on me? Oh wait, it's 'not a curse,'" the boy mocked, shaking out his hair. "I just want to see how far you'd get. Well, and I want father gone. But still-" For a moment, Kiro halted, rewinding back her words and replaying them. "Would you really want to learn Firebending from me?" He intentionally stopped the laugh coming up in his throat, and coughed to cover it up, yet only enough to make it obvious and offensive. However, the adolescent couldn't help but feel mildly humbled. 'Perhaps she's watched an agni kai of mine or two..?'

I sigh. It was hopeless. I'm just feeding his ego, "If I could I would learn from dragons, but they're practically extinct and I can Waterbend so. You're the next best thing. Please...I'll...kill, " I choke out the word, "Your father and...whatever you want. Please." I plead. Though I hate this situation, I've always wanted to be a master. I look up at him with fiery blue eyes.

"Dragons, huh? Hmm." Fueling his gorgeous impression of himself. "Well, I am pretty amazing, I confess. Heh, I really wonder if you'd murder someone. I really do." With inquiring eyes, Kiro leaned forward, testing her again. "How do I know you'll behave though? And if you don't, how will I punish you? Oh, the ideas~!" With an elegant twirl at the last sentence, he simply couldn't contain his excitement. "Master Kiro ~~ ! Master, Master, Master Prince Firelord Kiro!"

I can't help but let a small giggle escape, "And you want to be Fireord? You're juuust...too immature." I sigh heavily, "I...will stay good. You've already threatened me. I know what you'll do." I look down at my shackles with disdain. Ugh. Couldn't he take them off now? I look up at him, "I won't be bad...can you pleeease take these offfff?"

Kiro scowled at the dual-bender, her laugh agitating him. "I am not immature," he protested, nearly lashing out to strike her, but biting his tongue and restraining himself took a breath of composure to straighten himself and his robe. It was now that Kiro was wishing his hair was up in a much more formal manner. "I will make an exceptional Firelord." Watched her rattle and tug at the chains, the corners of his mouth twitched and he passed his top teeth over his red bottom lip. "No, I cannot and do not intend to." The seriousness and formality of the words were just so... unnatural, and the boy felt out of place in his own skin, the silk robe hot and thick and itchy, hands fidgety. Could he keep up with facade to prove he wasn't a brat? 'Of course I can. I'm nothing of a little spoiled child, like my cousins. Nothing.'

"If you don't teach me to bend...I won't kill him...and I can't bend with these on...so you might as well kill me now." I say over confident. I was bluffing. I don't want to die. Ugh, this is so...this is...this is a game, a dangerous game that could end with me being a murderer or dead. Great options. I'd go with freedom though. I wish that was one. Kesi, save me. Mom.

"Hmm, if you don't kill him... I guess it's your choice, right? To kill all those innocent children? Whatever, not my problem~" Pacing around the room, hands behind his back and kicking his legs up while walking in a childish manner, Kiro hummed a tune. "What do you want me to teach you first, Pupil Rya?"

I open and close my mouth, "Did you really~? Know what? Nevermind. What is the first thing you learned?" I ask not know what to start this. The fact that this was actually going to happen was buzzing excitement going through my mind. The only thing that would make this better is if I didn't have to kill someone and I was out of these shackles.

"Well, I pretty much started knowing how to bend," the prince explained cockily, coming to a halt before Rya for the third time. "But I suppose we can start with how to actually make fire. I have no idea the science behind it. You conjure your chi or some shit. I just make it. Eh. Hold on. GUARDS!" He shouted at the top of his lungs before smoothing his hair down and clearing his throat to seem like nothing'd happened. Five men in uniform rushed through the door.

"Prince!" Their weapons were poised. Kiro waved them down.

"Unhook the chains from the wall and lead her to the courtyard, but make sure the shackles stay on. She's not getting loose anytime soon." He would've had her wait longer, but she'd fed the monstrous ego, and if anyone knew the Prince...

They release me from the wall and I fall into a crouch. I jump up immediatley and lift my chin. I look down at the guards. They drag me outside and I lose all sense of dignity. We end up in, I suppose, the courtyard. I look around. I see a fountain. My eyes light up and I bend the water from it, the best I can. I turn it into a ball and aim it at one of the guards. I grin malevolently and bend it at him.

With a simple swoosh Kiro heard a guard wiped out, and collapse on the ground. "So much for behaving, I see," he said as calmly as possible through gritted teeth. An entire list of minor ways to cause her pain for the task ran through the Prince's mind in a matter of mere moments. Slapping her, it was already done, but grabbing her by the wrist with a heated hand was next. "That's okay!" He smiled sweetly, wrapping his fingers right below the shackles. "We won't need them anyway when I take you to the training ground."

I yelp as the pressure on my wrist grows with heat. I bite my lip, "I'm sorry." I mumble as heat increases. If I was a normal Firebender this wouldn't hurt so much but the Waterbender in me is crying out in instinctual panic. My lips start trembling, with my teeth on it, it starts bleeding. "Please?" I plead, the heat on my skin was reaching out towards the metal of my shackles, that increased the pain.

"Hmm? Whatever are you talking about, silly girl? Asking for more of a stroll than a walk to the grounds? I think I can manage that. Just slower, calmer steps." Though he was smiling in a moment of gleaming triumph, Rya's reaction was blowing his cover of people assuming this was normal. She was part Firebender, wasn't she? Kiro leaned close to her, scanning the area while he spoke in a hiss. "You're a coward. Be a man and suck it up." And he increased the heat to be enough to actually bend, but not so much as it would leave something horribly permanent.

I grit my teeth, and take a breath. I let the heat flow through my hand and out in a small flame that I hide by turning my hand towards me. I breathe deeply again as the heat becomes a little more bearable. I smile at him, "Sorry, I stubbed my toe." I say in case of spectators, "I'm just a sissy when it comes to my feet." I smile lopsided. I'm thoroughly tempted to make a show of arrogance but I stop myself and lick the blood off my lip in attempt to keep it from scabbing, that'd be gross. I look down at his hand on my wrist, I was going to have a burn most definitely, but I could heal it later. Maybe. I've never healed myself.

Now was when the grin was becoming a little forced. His fiery eyes narrowed at her and his lips were wavering. Maybe he'd have to... kick it up one more notch? As much as the pain in her eyes'd bothered him at first, it bothered him even more the fact that it'd dulled.

"That's quite al..." the words were drawn out as he focused all energy he could to his palms and the undersides of his fingers to do one flash of heat before he was forced to let go. "right!"" The heat'd been starting to rebound, backfire back into him, and it wasn't a pleasant feeling.

Straight out of oblivion, striking as fast as lighting, a golden sphere of flames erupted into the clearing, sailing over the heads of everyone, except for the Prince and his hostage. Immediately abandoning her, he lunged for the nearest cover, feeling the explosion sear his shoes. It was hysteria, in a matter of seconds. Oh the chaos one could make. "Assassins!" Kiro screamed. "HELP! HELP!" And all he saw then was smoke, everyone lost.