Hey guys, the story is being rewritten, adding and deleting some stuff. All the stuff that was in it will appear again, just at a later time. I suggest you read this when the construction and rewriting status if off the preview thing. It'll cause less confusing. Lovers you all.

Chapter 3: Music, The Universe, Coincidences

Zuko wandered down the road, his converses clicking against the pavement. He pulled his earphones out long enough to hear the sound of traffic. Great, he thought. He pulled his hood over his head and tried to avoid people on the pavement. Luckily, since his mom had to work late he would get to hangout with his uncle at his tea shop, which happened to be next to a CD shop. More specifically, Zuko's favorite CD store. Whenever he felt like the world was distracting, being lost in music could help with anything.

"Finally." he muttered coming upon the ancient looking café.

His Uncle Iroh was always fascinated with the history of China and dragons. The sign was a delicate gold with bold, red cursive writing that read "The Jasmine Dragon" Zuko quickened his pace and entered through the dragon encrypted door with excitement.

There was an exceptional amount of people there but business was always slow in the evenings. Waitresses pranced around taking orders while chefs in the kitchen worked continuously. Zuko just grinned, same old Jazzy Dragon.

The décor was the same as always, gorgeous fans, murals of historic happening, and dragons hanging around every corner. Zuko tossed his bag behind the counter and found his Uncle singing to his fish in the large aquarium.

"Um, Uncle am I interrupting?" Zuko asked a amused by his uncle's weird actions.

The old man turned around, nearly losing his paddy hat. Iroh was wearing a yellow and blue kimono, lined with swirls and ancient symbols.

"Oh Nephew! You've arrived I see." he said gripping Zuko in a hard, long embrace.

Zuko struggled to find air since it was being forced out of him by his Uncle Iroh's grasp. "Yes, Uncle I'm here, you just saw me this morning."

The old man just beamed and laughed heartily. "Yes I did, but I can't help if I miss my nephew. Well I have work to do, try not to fall asleep again, I'll get the bucket on you."

Zuko flinched a bit, remembering how whenever he fell asleep his Uncle was crazy enough to throw ice cold water on him. "That won't be necessary Uncle, I'll just be at the store next door if you need anything.

The old man smiled and bowed respectfully before going towards the kitchen to prepare food for customers. Unlike other owners, he preferred to be like the employees and make people happy. Zuko walked across the maroon carpeting and exited the restaurant.

His heart was beating to a peaceful rhythm, longing for a new track. He entered the store, taking in the smell of fresh music. The wall were an electric blue lined with guitars and posters of bands like Aerosmith, Paramore, and his all time favorite The Rolling Stones. Zuko flipped through various racks, beginning his search for a new disc while in a separate aisle another young fellow was there for the exact same purpose.

Aang squatted down to view a small shelf, very low to the ground. His Vans slid against the carpet, almost causing him to almost lose his balance. Luckily he regained his composure, laughing at his obvious clumsiness. Finally his eyes caught the CD he'd been hopelessly looking for, Owl City. The band was Aang's favorite, pure and positive music.

Zuko began walking though the other varieties of music, not noticing anything or anyone else. All he could absorb was music, air, and the purple carpeting. Being dazed and unaware, Zuko hardly noticed himself nearly stepping on another guy about his age.

"Whoa, whoa!" Zuko exclaimed finding balance against a box of records. One second he was walking on music notes and then another he was hanging on for dear life. Sitting on the floor was another guy, gray eyes wide, and a pile of CD's laying around him.

"Dude, I am so sorry." Zuko said extending an arm to the unfamiliar teen.

"S'Okay, I really should stand up to look at tracks. The name's Aang by the way."

Aang gripped Zuko's hand and pulled himself up, adding an embarrassed chuckle.

"You like Owl City and Mayday Parade?" Zuko said shocked at the statement while beginning to pick up the scattered discs.

"Yeah, are you fan?" Aang added joining in the retrieval.

"They're like the best, besides the Rolling Stones or Bon Jovi."

"Seriously? The Stones are epic!"

Where have you been all my life, Zuko thought. The two rockers finished picking up CD's and placed them neatly pack in their designated areas.

"So are you new or something, haven't seen you around here before." Zuko said carrying some newly released albums to the counter. Aang followed him, his beanie resting perfectly above his eyes.

"Yeah just moved here Tuesday, I've only been here for like two days and I've bumped into a million people." Aang said tossing his CD's on the counter and paid for them, telling the cashier to keep the change.

"No kidding, hey do you wanna come next door, my uncle owns the restaurant and I can get you some free food."

Aang flashed a thankful grin and agreed to the offer. The two teen boys left the store, dazed and amused by their instant friendship. Zuko and Aang strolled into the restaurant, bumping into a singing Iroh.

"Uncle, I thought Karaoke Night was on Mondays." Zuko said adding a laugh at his uncle's melody.

Iroh just shrugged and began to notice the new face entering his humble café.

"Well who's this fellow?" Iroh said but then he paused for a long time. "Zuko! Have you lost your mind! Is Mai that horrible?"

Zuko stood confused while Aang raised his eyebrows at the disturbing suggestion. Finally, they caught the meaning of Iroh's statement.

"Oh God no Uncle," exclaimed Zuko trying not to gag. "What made you think that?"

The old man just shrugged and sighed. "You never know kids these days, going all wiggly with their love lives. Back in my day it was boys with girls and that's how it should be now." With that very sentence he left the two distraught teens in the middle of the restaurant, petrified.

"Well your uncle surely voices his opinions." Aang said taking a few steps to his left trying to keep a distance between him and Zuko.

"Yeah, that's Uncle Iroh for you." Zuko replied unsteadily.

The young men stood quietly from a few more seconds before finding comfort in a nearby booth. Neither of the two were in dire need of food yet so conversation started rather quickly. Zuko was the first to break the awkward silence with a simple question.

"So…do you like it here so far? I mean…is it like your old home?"

Aang shifted his weight resting an arm on the table. "It's good so far I guess. And it's nothing like my old homes, a lot simpler."

"Homes? Where all did you live exactly?" Zuko asked confused by situation.

"I've moved like 4 times now, I think. From Asia to Greece, Greece to England, England to Ireland, and from Ireland to sweet America." Aang found the whole statement quite usual, but the expression on Zuko's face told a whole different story.

"Wow dude, that's awesome! How come you're not all foreign talking and accenty?"

Aang just chuckled. "I do speak other languages, but my guardian suggested I speak English. "Nach bhfuil sé iontach?" That translates to "Fascinating isn't it? in Irish"

Zuko just laughed in astonishment. "This is so epic. And who's your guardian?"

"Oh, I was adopted a long time ago by my guardian, Gyatso. He just picked me off the streets and signed some papers." Aang said easily as if it weren't a heartbreaking statement.

"Dude, sorry about invading. That sounds harsh." Zuko said regretting he asked the questing.

Aang just cracked an accepting smile. "It's okay, I'm kinda used to people asking me that stuff. Not really that big of a deal. So… do you play any music?"

"Huh? Oh yeah I can play a bit on bass and drums but I'm not close to good."

"Serious? That's neat. I play guitar and piano, but the guitar is my life. I was forced to take classical lessons."

Zuko's mind was literally racing. He'd been searching constantly for someone who shared his passion for music but not a friend could be found. Now the universe drops some random kid in and causes this whole huge coincidence. Sure his friend Sokka liked music, but he didn't feel it the way Zuko did. Right before him now was the possibility of his biological brother in music.

"Were you at the school today? I didn't see you." Zuko asked waving his hand to get the attention of a waitress.

"Oh yeah I was. I'm a sophomore though. What are you…senior?"

Zuko rolled his eyes. "I wish, I'm still a junior though."

Finally Zuko caught a waitress's attention and she scurried over to their table. Her uniform was a pink kimono with gold and blue dragons embroidering it. Upon her head was a golden headdress, with little ribbons dangling gracefully in front of her face.

"Hello there, what can I get you two?" she asked in an over friendly voice. Her fake smile and bright eye make up was beginning to make her seem like a clown.

"I'm just gonna have a Sprite, nothing more." Aang said politely flashing a charming grin.

"I'll take a Dr. Pepper and some Lo Mein." Zuko added, deciding some noodles would be enough to fill his appetite.

"Okay then boys I'll be back in a few." The woman said sweetly and headed towards the kitchen swearing on about her life.

Eventually the sodas and noodles came as easily as they were ordered, and Aang picked conversation back up.

"So do you have a girlfriend?" he asked simply.

Zuko just nodded. "Yeah, her name's Mai…she's not very colorful. She's kinda gloomy in a way"

"Oh the girl your uncle was talking about. Well just as long as you love her then mood and hormones won't matter."

This earned a snort from Zuko, who found the whole thing hilarious.

"You have no idea…you'll have to meet her sometime."

Aang rolled his eyes and smiled. Suddenly his cell phone started going off, causing him nearly to turn over his pop. He briskly retrieved it, touching the screen to answer the call.

"Hello?"

"Aang? Where are you son? I need you home, we've got more boxes to move!" replied Gyatso, Aang's guardian.

"Okay, I'll be there in a few. Try not to lift anything, you'll need help."

"Are you calling me old? I'm still old enough to lift a few boxes!"

"No, no I'm not. I'll be there in a minute Grandpa." Aang giggled in the phone.

"Wait a minute…" Aang ended the call before Gyatso got out his reply.

Aang slid the device back into his pocket and took another drink of his Sprite. "Hey Zuko I gotta go, I'll catch up with at school."

"Awesome, see you later dude." Zuko replied with a mouth full of Lo Mein.

Aang arose from his seat in the booth and threw Zuko a peace sign and left the restaurant feeling excited.

Wow, he thought. Two encounters today…this is a strange town. He shuffled along the sidewalk, feeling his new CD's dance in his pocket. Aang began to whistle, playing an imaginary tune in his head. Soon enough he was down the alley, finding his 1987 Cadillac Deville sitting within the lines beside the sidewalk. He unlocked it carefully, hopped in, and started it up.

He pulled off onto the rode and cranked up the radio. His mind was lost in the music, his eyes clearly focused on the road before him. His thoughts were running wild in his brain like train ranging from Zuko to the girl he bumped into in the hallway.

Aang. he thought, I think you're going to like it here.

He drove for what seemed like a few minutes until he turned down a deserted road that had recently been paved. The tires of his car smoothly drove over the concrete, making a sweet sensation. The area where Aang and Gyatso had just moved was heavily forested, surrounded by beautiful wildflowers and tons of trees.

Aang turned the steering wheel, pulling the car in to a black driveway. He parked the car next to the moving truck, being careful not to come to close. Outside he could hear Gyatso directing the movers, giving the instructions and laughs.

Aang climbed out of his car and made his way upon stone path to the porch, nearly knocking over a few foreign flow pots.

"Hey Gyatso, I'm home!" Aang yelled trying to get the man's attention.

The old man turned around, revealing his small gray/white beard and wrinkled smile.

"Aang, my boy you've finally decided to come home. The house is a beauty, isn't she?" Gyatso said clapping him on the back.

Aang lifted his eyes and glanced at the structure. It was a simple, tan house with large windows. It had two floor, which held two bathrooms and three bedrooms.

"You can turn the spare bedroom into an art room if you want to, I know you like painting and rocking that music of yours."

Aang just laughed in disbelief, Gyatso surely was an amusing man.

"Well just don't stand there, start helping out. We've got tons of stuff to pack in. Plus the way things are going this might be permanent." Gyatso said before he disappeared into their new home.

Aang just sighed and heaved a box. "Permanent? I hope so this time."