I've been reading fluff stories. And I must say that most of them are shallow, selfish, and stupid. I'll shoot for that. LOL! But seasonably, there is just too much dam fluff! YOU CHOKE ON THAT CRAP! AUGGH! Sigh. Fluff... REVIEW!

Even when Yang told him what had happened, Zuko didn't believe it. How did his uncle get the benders to believe that they weren't fire nation? "If your thinking about how we did it, don't ask. I was by your side the entire time." Yang admitted. Zuko sighed and tried to move again. Yang rolled her eyes at his attempts. "Zuko, you know very well by now that your not going anywhere. I'll get you some food, you look hungry." As Yang stride across the room, Zuko's voice stopped her. "Yang, you know I'm enslaved, right?" Yang sighed. "Yeah. To your old friend Mai." "How did you know?" "Zuko, I knew her. She hated the idea of marring her best friend. She told me that her people eventually hate each other, and marge only leads to sorrow." Yang then laughed. "To think, Mai not liking the idea of gloom." Zuko chuckled. "Do you still want food?" she asked. Zuko shook his head. "So, what did she say of Azula?" The two burst out laughing, but stopped when Zuko had a coughing fit. "Are you going to be OK there Zuko?" Yang asked. Zuko gasped for breath. "OK, I'm going to get your uncle. Zuko, do you think you'll be OK for just a minute?" Zuko nodded to Yang. She burst out of the room and ran to the deck. "Iroh! Come quickly, Zuko isn't getting any better." The old general ran to Zuko's room when he heard what Yang had said. Iroh burst thought the door to see that in a few short minuets, Zuko's eyes had hazed now and he was practical swimming in his own sweat now. "He has a fever. Something tells me that our healer did more than what she told you." Yang came over to the two. "What can we do? Is it illness or something worse?" Iroh hung his head. "I think that my nephew is very, very ill. Yang, tell me. When you were a small child, did you ever hear of the Cold Fire?" Yang nodded. "Doesn't your inner flame go out?" Iroh nodded back. "Yes. And I think Zuko has caught it. He will need to stay warm so as he does not lose that flame. And if that flame does go out, I will have lost another child that I hold close to my heart." Yang gasped. "But, why is all of this happening to him at once?" "I think it is a chain reaction. And we can pin the blame on the fire lord." Yang glanced over to Zuko. "What can we do for him?" she asked. "We should go somewhere cold. That might bring the fever down some, but in the meantime, you should keep him under the blankets. I'll have someone draw a bath for him." Iroh suggested. Yang glanced at Zuko but said nothing. Iroh put his arms into his oversized sleeves and went to find someone to help him get the water. Yang continued to stare at the prince of the fire nation. If only Zuko wasn't born into a family of hate.

FLASHBACK TO THE THROHE ROOM...

A young Zuko and Mai kneel before fire lord Azulon. "The two will be married at age sixteen and will be expected to have a child by the age of nineteen." Mai bit her tongue and glanced at Zuko. When Zuko glanced at her also, she felt even worse. The two were soon excused. Mai ran from the palace and to a servants quarters. A young, sad looking girl sat on an even sadder bed. "Mai! How are you?" said a young Yang. Mai looked down. "I'm getting married."

END FLASHBACK...

Yang looked at Zuko. "You can imagine how I reacted. Just think. Mai getting married." Yang chuckled and kissed Zuko's cheek. "I wonder how your father would react to our relationship." Zuko smiled in his sleep.

SO, how did I do? Ya know, with the fluffiness?