....Well.... I can't really think of a description for this chapter, since i haven't written it yet or figured out how it will go, so... Just read! :D

Day Four: Aang: Dear Diary...

I am just waking up, and I feel like something is missing. What is different? Now I notice - I'm not chained up. Unfortunately, this is not an improvement - I'm tied to a bed. My arms and legs are attached to bedpoles, and I see that I am still naked. Of course! I am in a small firenation quarters, basically a bedroom, very different from where I am used to : the tint of the room is very red, and it is far brighter than The Old enormous Room, painfully brighter. The light is burning my eyes. It is also tiny. Just a bed, a dresser, and a door to a small bathroom. The... (What was his name? Joe? Shaw? Joal?) guy steps out, clad in nothing but a towel. He glances over and spots me waking up, and smirks. I want to slap it right of his face, remembering now, how he had kicked me across The Old Room, how he had seemed to enjoy making me cower and squeal with pain.

"You're finally awake, I see. I hope you will come to love this room as much as I do - Not that it really matters." His eyes suddenly went from condescending and smug to flinty, and hard. "You're not leaving." His voice had a certain firmness, an certain authority that was not to be denied. I have a sinking premonition that he might be right. After all, who would come for me here?

Suddenly, he comes over to the front of the bed to stand, towering over me. Then, to my complete surprise and amazement, he climbs on the bed with me! He is now above me, pinning my arms down (Although it seems kind of useless, I am already tied to the bed) and leans into my face. His legs are huge and straddle my hips, and his towel is dangerously close to falling off. His breath smells of sake(*), and he whispers huskily,"Now, you will learn some manners...!"

Zuko:

Cold. That's the first thing coming to mind as I begin to wake up. Cold and hard, and I realize I'm laying on my face on the concrete floor in the avatar's chamber. The avatar! Oh no! Memories of Zhao kicking the young airbender and then fighting me and then, I assume, winning, flood back into my head and now I'm totally awake. Fuck! What am I going to do now? I turn, hoping on the slim chance that the little boy might still be there.... But no, as I guess I knew would happen, Zhao took him. My only guess is that the Avatar is in Zhao's private quarters, but I have no idea where that is. I'm hoping that Zhao won't underestimate Aang, because I don't want to have to begin a new 'hunt for the avatar', but I also secretly am terrified of what that frieak Zhao might do to the little kid. Many do not know it, and would fiercley deny it, but Zhao is a super-shotacon.(*) I hate the thought of Aang, er, I mean, the Avatar, being used that way. It's kinda sick. Sadly, it's what Uncle thought I was doing to the little boy, too!

"But I'm not a pervert!" Wait, did I just scream that?

"Sure you aren't, Zuzu, you just wanted to have a private tea-party slave." Ugh, Azula's voice is not a thing to wake up to in the morning. Or maybe afternoon, I'm not sure.

"How the motherfuck did you get in here, Zula?"

She just smiles at me, as an answer. She walks over, all innocent and big-eyed, and says," Don't worry, Zuzu, the general already took care of that pesky little boy. His innocence is gone, I'm sure your sick little fantasy is ruined."

"LIAR!" I roar, and only afterward realize that this is not the right response - It is even more incriminating to me. She smiles again. I'm playing right into her hands, I realize with a kind of dismay.

" Touché, I'll grant there might be time to save him. But only if you hurry." She teases. I'm debating my next move. My instinct is to grab her by the neck and threaten her to tell me where Aang is, but I know Azula too well. She'd enjoy it, draw it out further than it needs to be, dare me to just hit her, then when I did tell me I'm a freak, hitting his little sister, even though she's enjoying being hit and I'm not enjoying hitting her and she knows it. She is a freak. My next thought is to act casual, and say something like,"Oh really, and where would he happen to be?" Or even maybe to pretend I don't care at all. Because if I care too much, she'll use it to bring up my hopes so she can slam me even further into the ground. But if I don't care at all then she might get bored and decide not to play around and just leave without telling me. I can't decide, but she doesn't even wait for me to ask.

" Zhao's room is the locked room that looks like a closet on the second floor. If my guess is correct, then if you sprint you might be able to get there in time."

For only a second more I debate whether or not to go at all, (Azula would easliy lie) but it's too important. I hesitate only a moment before leaving to ask her," Wait, why would you know where Zhao's room is?"

She only smiles again.

... ... ... ... ... ... ....................

Now I'm sprinting up the stairs. I know which closet she means, and I'm strangely expectant. For once, the mischievous glint in Azula's eye was not there. She must have some ulterior motive but I was much to busy to stop to question her. Blood is trickling down the side of my scalp, I have only a pair of disheveled pants, a huge bruise on my chest, and am flying past the servants and guards in the palace. I rush by Uncle, who calls after me, "Zuko, what the devil has gotten into you? Come back, let me tape up your head!"

"No time,"-gasp-" Uncle! Sorry-" Huhhuh "I'll explain"-huh-huh-"later!" I scream back through pants. I tumble my way through a crowd of maids, who squeal with surprised breathlessness, "P-prince Zuko, I wasn't expecting you, sir, can we get you any....thing?" They stare after me, and I'm too exhausted to reply, but I keep running, sprinting.

Flights of stairs whiz past me on both sides, until a hard arm comes out and catches me. Ty Lee might be lithe and limber and flexible and thin, but what little mass she does have is a ball of pure muscle. I run into her arm and I don't keep running. I fall straight back on my ass. She shoves her face down to mine, unaware that she probably just bruised me in my already-bruised stomach badly and is pouting, hands on hips, lips pouched out.

"Where have you been!? We're gonna be late to go and you're not even packed or dressed! And... and... O-oh my gosh, what happened to you!?" Now she looks like she's gonna cry, and there is shallow, babyish fear in her face. I realize, though, that it might not all be for show - I do look like shit.

Bruises, a large gash, blood coming out of several places on my body, although the origins of each stream of blood is too difficult to find, because even the original cuts are being bled on by other slashes, and I'm basically fucked up. I try to jump up but she pushes me back down. "No, Zuko don't! I'll put humpty dumpty back together again, let me just grab-" She turns slightly away from me and that's all the invitation I need. I fling myself up (To this day I don't know how the hell I did that) straight on my feet from my back and in the same motion am running, accidentally smashing a startled Ty Lee into the wall. "Zu-wha-a- Ooof!" Her back slams painfully into concrete. I hear it even from where I am now, quite further down the hall way, and wince, but I can't go back. I holler to her," I'm sorry, but I'm busy!"

I'm nearly there, I see the room getting closer and bigger, when I hear a high-pitched scream of pain. It sounds like a woman's.
TO BE CONTINUED...

(*)Shatocon - A complex/fetish where an older male (Or, rarely, older female) is attracted sexually to young boys, before adolescence and puberty. This is what Zhao is, and what Iroh thinks Zuko is.

Lolicon - A complex/fetish where an older male (Or, rarely, older female) is sexually attracted to young girls, usually school girls before adolescence and puberty. No lolicons (Yet)

Lolli/loli Young girl, before adolescence and puberty.

(*) Sake - Japanese alcohol