"Zuko! Open this door! Now!"
Katara pounded fiercely. Why wouldn't he open the damn door?
Iroh was slowly sipping his tea, thinking of what had happened several years ago on this same day.
Ursa had disappeared.
Gone. Just vanished. He had reason why she had left- her life was in danger. She could have been murdered at any second of the day, poisoned or stabbed or burnt by Ozai himself. Her only alternative was to flee.
He knew how horrible his nephew must feel- but that did not give him an excuse to just shut Katara out. She had no clue as to what was happening.
Zuko was very reluctant to talk about his past; it was painful and he didn't want to face the memories. What happened so long ago was an act of cruelty and hate, something that no one should have to experience. Zuko loved Katara enough to not want her to have to feel the pain of what he had gone through.
Iroh sighed heavily as he shifted his old body from the chair. Setting his tea down, he walked toward the sound of Katara's tireless efforts to get his stubborn nephew to open the door.
Iroh wished this part of their relationship was over and that they were on to the kissing and baby-making part. He figured his nephew would be much happier then.
Ah, yes, so do I. Zuko would be much, much happier if he was making some babies with Katara.
:) This is only part one of Disappearance- there will be at least one more part. Probably three or four total. Once again, feedback is appreciated. Shout out to Nefalkarx for being the first to review!