AN: I forgot to add my note at the beginning last time, sorry. I'll try to keep this short.

This is my first fanfiction as the author. Please let me know if I managed to mess this up somehow. I am not 100% sure of what I am doing… Anyway, please read and review my little story.

Chiaki has visited me sometimes, most of the time telling me to type this story... Did you know she can throw a very, very, VERY scary hissy fit? Well she can… take my word on it, please. It's scary. *shudders*

Sorry this chapter is so short… on second thought… chapter isn't even the right word… scene would be closer. *shrug*

Disclaimer: I do not own Avatar: The Last Airbender. No profit is being made by the writing and publication of this story. This is written purely for the writer's entertainment and peace of mind. ~(*)v(*)~Well Wishes~(*)v(*)~

The three sat quietly around the table, various crew members clearing the dishes from the table. Once they were alone Chiaki spoke, "The avatar has yet to be born into the Water Tribe."

Zuko blinked, 'What was that supposed to mean?'

"It means the probability of the death Airbender Avatar's death remain minimal or he was killed in the Avatar State. However, the Avatar State is not subtle, the official documents fail to mention a young monk or nun with glowing eyes therfore..." Chiaki left off with a significant look, clearly indicating, 'you figure it out.' She took a deep breath and slowly let it out, "Now that the business is out of the way," she chirped.

Iroh and Zuko staggered at the personality switch.

"I fulfilled my end of the deal for the time being, it's your turn!" she pointed at Zuko with a grin, "but before that, is there some place on this hunk of metal I can go to the bathroom?"

Zuko managed to remain composed until after Chiaki left the room. Turning on his heel, he faced off with his uncle. "Is there a reason," he hissed through clenched teeth, "you didn't mention the small fact that she's a child?"

Iroh appeared thoughtful, "The older I become, the more often children find ways to stump my wisdom."

"You like her"

"She is a remote acquaintance I have heard much about and wished greatly to see for myself."

"ARG! Uncle," Zuko inhaled deeply, "what do you know of her fighting style?"

"I believe she likes to get up close and dirty"

Zuko raised an eyebrow, clearly unsure what to make of his uncle's less then clear information. "Is she able to bend?"

"Yes Prince Zuko," Chiaki answered from the door, "I can bend." She pushed herself off the door frame, "Where are we to spar?"

Zuko jumped. "The deck? Or would you prefer we find somewhere on land?"

"Never sparred on a ship before…" Chiaki mumbled, barely loud enough for Zuko to hear. She shrugged, "first time for everything." Looking up at him, she continued at a normal volume, "Prince Zuko, as I asked for the match, the arena is your call. Though, I will warn you, if we do spar on your ship I pray to Oma and Shu you are not overly fond of its current arrangement. It will not be the same when we conclude the spar."

Zuko looked at Iroh for clarification, Iroh shrugged. Glancing at Chiaki, Zuko made his decision, "We'll find somewhere suitable on land."

Chiaki nodded in acceptance, "Very well. Lead and I will follow."

Iroh gave a start and glanced at Zuko out of the corner of his eye. He wondered if he understood what she said as well, no, he sighed, his nephew didn't.

Quickly, he peeked at Chiaki, did she mean it? Without looking at him, Chiaki bent her chin to examine the knot of her cloak. Ensured that it was, in fact, secure, she followed Zuko, walking just half a step behind him on his right. Iroh sighed, she understood exactly what she said… and apparently? She meant every word.