The Unlikely Pair: Strangers
Early morning sunlight softly breaks through the trees of the forest. Bright patches of light dancing across the tender grass swaying with the gentle breeze. He inhales deeply, his stoic face not for a moment betraying his inward smile as the komodorhino slowly marches onward. Peace. Such a strange and rare luxury to feel while leading a platoon through enemy territory. But nonetheless, he feels it in all its muted grace until he approaches his destination. Excited anticipation replaces the serenity as the army barracks slowly come into view. At its heart stands the large crimson and gold tent, decorated lavishly with embroidered dragons and glorious depictions of fire. His already perfect posture stiffens, locking him into flawless form as he leads his men into the encampment, nodding respectfully as various lower ranking soldiers bow and whisper excitedly, pointing toward the legendary soldier.
He pushes down the wave of pride, reminding himself of the multitude of successful warriors that came before him who'd fallen terribly from grace due to the inebriating effects of their own egos. No, he must stay humble and disciplined, accepting the praise with honor before folding it neatly away. His heart skips a beat as his eyes fall on the man he was called here to meet, the man standing patiently at the mouth of the giant tent, the legend of a man himself…the Dragon of the West. He forces himself to breathe, feeling faint with almost giddy nerves and excitement, not even a hint of which are allowed onto his placid expression. He takes a deep calming breath before dismounting his komodorhino and turning to face the crown prince. He bows lower than necessary to compensate for his own immense stature, hoping the Dragon would appreciate the humble gesture. "General Iroh Sir, it is a great honor to be in your presence." He greets, trying to keep his deep voice warm and soft as it's so often mistaken as threatening.
"Lieutenant Nandor, I assure you, the honor is all mine. I must admit, I have been eager to meet the famed Fire Titan. Please, come. Would you care for some tea?" The royal warrior greets kindly, his amber eyes shimmering warmly as he smiles at the young man towering nearly 3feet above him, completely unphased by the comical difference in height. Nandor is shocked not only by the shortness of the man and his comment but also his amiable and welcoming demeanor. He'd expected the famed Dragon of the West to be many things none of which was…pleasant. He obediently follows the crown prince into the massive tent, ducking slightly to avoid hitting the entrance. His immense stature and size often meant what would be a comfortable space for most was cramped for him. However, the royal meeting tent is overly spacious and he obediently sits himself on an overstuffed cushion at the low table.
He stifles a grin as he sinks into the comfortable seat, settling crossed legged, his eyes widening slightly as the General sits himself next to him rather than at the head of the table as was customary. Panic pierces his mind that the prince might be angered at this proximity if he were to find out his secret orientation. He quiets the upsetting thought, telling himself that his Father's opinions weren't normal in the Fire Nation. Even in his mid-twenties, he still can't escape the shame his father had instilled in him.
"Would you like some Jasmine tea Lieutenant Nandor? It is my favorite." Iroh says kindly, patiently pouring the aromatic liquid into two cups and offering him one. "Thank you, Sir." He responds, keeping his eyes lowered in respect. "I wanted to personally congratulate you Lieutenant. You have made quite the reputation for yourself! I've been told the stories of your successes and I have to admit, I am most impressed." Iroh compliments, making the younger man blush slightly. "Thank you, Sir. It is an honor to serve the Fire Nation." Nandor says humbly as he bows to his superior. "Honorable sentiments. I've been told yours are the most reliable and well-trained platoon my Commanders have ever seen. It takes a powerful leader to instill such discipline into their soldiers." Iroh continues, slowly sipping his tea.
"My Father raised me to favor discipline and order. I thank him for his strict adherence to rules and precision as it has allowed me to do the same for the soldiers I have the honor of leading." The young warrior explains, feeling uncomfortable with the friendly conversation and praise. After years of strict training and intense focus, he just can't seem to relax during social exchanges or appreciate down time. "Yes, so very often our parents are directly responsible for the manner in which we choose to lead. Our upbringings have a very lasting impact on us, whether we realize it or not." Iroh muses thoughtfully, his kind eyes taking on a far-off quality.
Unsure of what to do, Nandor quietly sips his tea, his warm brown eyes searching the tabletop for something to say. He tenses slightly, feeling the General's eyes on him. "You are not used to slowing down, are you Lieutenant Nandor?" The General observes kindly, reading right through the young man's rigid demeanor. "No, Sir. Rest does not come easily to me…I apologize if my unease has made you uncomfortable." He presses, kicking himself for his unintentional disrespect. He should have known better! "No, not at all! In fact, I am quite comfortable in your company!" Iroh reassures, smiling warmly. "As soldiers, it can be quite a shock when we are allowed time to relax." He adds knowingly, his smile reaching his amber eyes as he looks empathetically at the stoic young warrior.
"It can indeed, Sir." Nandor agrees, even though he can't remember a moment in his 25 years of life where he was indeed relaxing. He sips his tea, berating himself inwardly regardless of the older man's gentle words. "Lieutenant Nandor, I've asked you to meet with me because I have a special mission that I would like your help with…one that I think will be quite good for you, in fact." The General states, putting the warrior at ease with the mention of work. "You see, I would like to try a new tactic and I think you are the perfect man for the job! I would like you to work side-by-side with another Lieutenant for a short period." Iroh explains briefly, watching the serious young man's face intently.
"I understand, Sir. Thank you for entrusting me with this honor." Nandor says, his chest positively brimming with nervous excitement. The Dragon of the West, the crown prince, the fierce leader himself has chosen him personally to oversee this pilot project! He struggles against the pride welling in him, overwhelmed at the honor and privilege of this opportunity. "I have every confidence in you! The Lieutenant I am pairing you with has also made quite a name for himself! He and his men are very well seasoned and successful even though he is only 20! Like you, he joined the army at a very young age and has diligently applied himself, excelling in his training. I believe you will both benefit greatly from working with one another." Iroh adds, a slightly mischievous grin appearing on his face. "May I ask who I am to be working with Sir?" Nandor asks curiously, his mind rapidly reeling through the many faces of his peers. Whoever this Lieutenant is, it would surely be a pleasure working with him if General Iroh himself believes it to be beneficial.
"General Iroh! Such an honor to see you again! Spirits, you look as handsome as ever! How do the ladies get their hands to behave?" A brazen yet friendly voice calls from the tent's entrance. Nandor's face contorts in shock at the casual greeting to the royal before glaring at the grinning intruder. "Lieutenant Taika! It is good to see you as well! Please, join us!" Iroh laughs, warmly greeting the brash soldier now striding confidently toward them. As the soldier draws closer, Nandor can make out the smooth features of his slim face; the sharp eyebrows, pointed chin, strong cheekbones, and somewhat devilish grin. His long black hair pulled into a ponytail contrasting dramatically with his spotless porcelain skin and piercingly yellow eyes. He was truly one of the most handsome men he'd ever seen and had an air of playful rebellion and ease about him.
Nandor's stomach drops, all excitement turning rapidly into dismal anxiety and despair. This was the Lieutenant he was to be working with? He'd heard the stories of this man, how quick and cunning he is, as fierce, deadly, and precise as the creature his title derives from. He'd also heard how audacious, reckless, and over-confident, this infamous ladies' man is.
"Thank you, Sir." Taika says, bowing quickly before sitting himself on Iroh's other side and accepting the tea the General offers. "Taika, let me introduce you to Lieutenant Nandor, Nandor this is Lieutenant Taika." Iroh says merrily, introducing the two very obviously polar-opposite men. "Nice to meet you, big guy! The Fire Titan, am I right? I've heard a lot about you. You really are as giant as they say! What are you, 7…8 feet? And is it true you invented lava bending? That is pretty amazing for a…how old are you anyway?" Taika rants charmingly, winking at Nandor and smirking. He can feel his face heating with anger at the undignified greeting from the young soldier but forces his face to remain neutral. "The Ember Tiger. You are as talkative as the rumors say." Nandor counters, bowing his head ever so slightly in forced respect.
His comment simply amuses the handsome man though and both he and Iroh laugh happily. "Let me explain why I have called you here…you two are both highly decorated young leaders who have made stunning reputations for yourselves. You have both led your troops successfully on every mission you've been assigned. I have every faith that the two of you, though still just Lieutenants, will be able to work together to conquer the city of Ong." Iroh explains proudly, looking from one warrior to the other. "But…General Tak was assigned to overtake the city of Ong." Nandor states, receiving a mildly mocking look from his cocky peer. "Did you memorize all camp positions?" Taika asks, amused somehow by his stoic companions' over-diligence.
"It is beneficial to know where your allies are stationed." Nandor responds sounding every bit like a war manual, eyes narrowing as his counterpart smirks. "Yeah, but they move constantly!" He counters, his playfully taunting tone already getting under the massive soldier's thick skin. "You are quite correct Nandor, General Tak was supposed to conquer Ong, however, I am redeploying him to help prepare for the siege on the great city." Iroh clarifies, pointedly ignoring the brewing disagreement between the two young soldiers. "With your combined forces and skills, I have no doubt that you will be able to lead your soldiers to victory within two months' time." Iroh adds pleasantly, making Nandor's stomach clench uncomfortably. "It'll be an honor, General Iroh." Taika says confidently, grinning without a care in the world as his counterpart fights to keep his breakfast down.
"That's great to hear! Here are the coordinates for your men to set up camp during training. You should be able to get there by the end of day if you hurry off soon." Iroh says, positively beaming at the two young soldiers. "I believe that's our cue partner. Let's move out." Taika orders calmly, talking the lead without hesitation. Nandor can't help as his eyebrow cocks upward, his frustration becoming apparent. "General Iroh, thank you for entrusting me with this mission. Your confidence will not be taken lightly." Nandor says respectfully, bowing low as he stands to leave. "The honor truly is all mine. Thank you both for your service. Now, if you would excuse me, I must write a letter to my Nephew. He's turning 8 this week and is very upset with me for not being there to celebrate with him." Iroh says affectionately, bowing before the young men exit his tent.
As the Fire Titan steps into the bright morning light, his eyes fall on Katva, his second in command, her unamused expression leaving no doubt she'd already received the news. "Alright big guy! Race you there!" Taika says playfully a bit of challenge in his tone as he punches the Lieutenant's bicep and stalks away to his unruly troops. Nandor takes a deep breath to calm his rising anger. "Two seconds into the merge and he's already split the troops." Katva hisses, coming to her leader's side and crossing her arms disapprovingly. "I am not looking forward to this." Nandor admits, looking at his right-hand soldier, his closest ally, his only friend. She half smiles and bumps her shoulder into his arm. "If anyone can do this, it's you." She encourages, earning a small thankful smile from the giant soldier. ******
Panting and exhausted, he forces his aching muscles to move, keeping perfect form, perfect footing, perfect focus. With a heavy exhale, his fist thrusts forward, a mighty flame lighting up the courtyard. Taking mere seconds to reset his position, he quickly pulls his arm back before completing the set with an impressive flaming round kick. He pauses for a moment to allow his ending form to be scrutinized before coming back to attention, shoulders back, spine straight, arms pinned to his sides, and chin held high. His thoughts race in his young mind as he waits for his evaluation, desperately praying his performance had been satisfactory this time.
"Nandor…how do you feel you did?" His father's strict voice asks, sending a wave of panic through his mind. His stomach clenches as he searches for the perfect words. "I feel that I tried my best." He says respectfully, kicking himself for sounding so blatantly nervous. Only the weak display their fear and insecurity. "Your best isn't good enough. You expect to become great by just trying your best? You're already 10, Nandor, you have to try harder if you ever want to be become anything of worth." He states coldly, his critical gaze as scathing as his cruel words. "Yes sir." Nandor agrees, hating himself for his shortcomings. "I'll try harder father." He adds, cursing his voice for quivering slightly. "Are you crying?!" He snaps angrily, his keen eyes searching the boy's face. "No Sir!" He immediately assures, fear of the repercussion keeping the tears from falling. "Good. Only queer men cry and no son of mine will turn out weak!" He snaps, reinforcing his ideals as his son fervently nods in understanding.
"Go wash and get to your studies. I will test your knowledge at noon. Where is your brother?" He adds as if he should know where his younger sibling was at all times. "I…I'm not sure father." He answers uneasily. "Fetch him. Now!" He orders, releasing his annoyance at his youngest child's absence on Nandor instead. The young boy nods and rushes from the courtyard into the mansion cursing his brother for his tardiness. Quickly, he searches their impossibly clean home finding his hot-headed 8-year-old brother sound asleep on the couch. "Wake up! Father wants you for bending practice! He's waiting!" Nandor says urgently, shaking his brother firmly. His eyes snap open with fear, immediately reflecting his panic. "Just tell him you were studying. Go, hurry! Don't keep him waiting!" Nandor presses warmly, his brother nodding his thanks as he rushes out to the courtyard for his own scrutinizing session. Nandor replaces the disheveled pillows on the couch, arranging them precisely where they were supposed to be positioned. Scanning the room for perfect order before heading to wash himself up. ************
After hours of travelling, even more setting up camp, and a tense, uneasy dinner, the troops are finally allowed to relax while the sun sinks below the horizon. As disciplined as ever, Nandor's soldiers prepare to turn in for the night, ensuring they would be in top performance for the unforgiving training at first light. Nandor exits the meeting tent and heads to his own quarters, thoroughly agitated that his counterpart hadn't bothered to help him and Katva create the training plan. They were after all supposed to be working together! After a brief meditation to settle his burdened mind, he climbs under his sheets, closes his eyes, and quickly drifts to sleep.
What feels like moments later, a loud drumming wakes him from his slumber and he bolts up in shock. Slowly, his dazed mind registers the laughter and singing accompanying the drums and anger quickly floods through his fatigued limbs. Practically growling, he removes his sheets and pulls on his robe, storming outside to investigate the source of this nonsense. As he stalks to the center of camp he sees a few of his soldiers peeking from their tents, woken by their disrespectful neighbors. His eyes narrow as he takes in the scene around the firepit, soldiers dancing, laughing, and drinking, no order, no discipline, no self-restraint to be seen!
Quickly, he spots their leader, lounging by the fire chatting flirtatiously with a group of giggling female soldiers. The ladies freeze when they spot the enraged giant marching toward them. "Oh, hey big guy! Finally joining us huh?!" Taika greets casually, lifting his drink and bowing his head slightly. "Would one of you lovely ladies get the man a drink?" He adds, grinning coquettishly at the women. "Don't bother soldiers. What do you think you are doing Lieutenant?" Nandor growls angrily, crossing his arms across his broad chest and glaring down at the smaller, completely unphased man. "I mean, it's quite obvious really. My troops worked hard today and now they are allowed to relax and unwind. I suggest you do the same big guy! I've never seen anyone so uptight before." Taika says smoothly, his tone charming and friendly but with a slightly challenging edge.
"The troops are to train at dawn tomorrow. They need to rest not drink Lieutenant." Nandor states threateningly, his stomach twisting a bit guiltily as the nearby soldiers shrink back in fear. He knows full well how daunting he is when angered. To his surprise, though, the one he intended to intimidate doesn't bat an eye. With impressively fluid motions, Taika gracefully rises to his feet and smiles kindly at the massive man. "Dawn? What do you mean Lieutenant? We haven't agreed on a training schedule yet." His tone cool yet cunning, a challenging flash in his yellow, cat-like eyes. "You neglected to provide input, so Katva and I made the schedule. You are all to be up at dawn tomorrow. No exceptions." He informs loudly, staring the bold warrior down.
"Get your troops to bed." He adds calmly, watching as Taika's face twists briefly with annoyance betraying his dislike for being ordered. "And why would I do that?" He asks easily, his tone light and calm. "Because I said so." The massive warrior states sternly, his face placid and unrelenting. "And why would I take orders from you?" Taika presses, his voice friendly and deadly at the same time. "Because you're intimidated." Nandor answers quietly, taking a step closer to the shorter man for dramatic measure. "I'm not intimidated." Taika ensures smoothly, confidently taking a step closer to the man towering a foot over him. "Then why are you trembling?" Nandor states calmly, smirking at the man in front of him.
"Oh, you just excite me big boy." Taika teases, grinning flirtatiously and cocking his head, his yellow eyes smoldering. Nandor can feel his cheeks flush and curses the man's shameless act. Ignoring the snickering of the soldiers, he looks the cocky man up and down slowly, eyebrow raised. "You're not my type." He counters calmly, earning laughter from some of the soldiers at the witty rebuttal. "Too wild for you, huh?" Taika presses, smiling coyly in the face of the giant's placid, unamused stare. "Turn it in Lieutenant." He says authoritatively, his tone leaving no room for debate as he slowly turns on his heel stalking back to his tent. "We'll start winding down here soon. Sleep well big guy!" Taika purrs, watching his counterpart disappear before easing back down and resuming the slightly quieter festivities. ******
"Welcome little one, to your new home." She says warmly, smiling at the small boy's amazed expression as he takes in the charming house. They weren't rich by any means, but the young couple took pride in their cozy little beach home. His piercing yellow eyes widen as they scan the room, his small mouth hanging open slightly with shock. A timid grin graces his adorable features as he blinks back the tears. "Do you like it dear?" She asks, gently placing her hand on her new son's tiny shoulder. "It's beautiful!" His small, sweet voice confirms, bringing a smile to her and her husband. "Why don't you take a look around?" He asks the charming little boy who'd so quickly captured their hearts. His handsome little face brightens as he nods tentatively in response. "Go on then, this is your home sweetheart, you can explore." His new mother encourages kindly, squeezing his shoulder encouragingly.
His feet slowly take him from room to room, his heart beating hard in his small chest. He feels as if he's in a daze as he wanders through the house, aware of the adults' eyes following him. It feels like a dream, like any moment he will wake up in that shabby, depressing room on the uncomfortably thin bed that he'd spent the last 5 years tossing and turning on. "This will be your room." The man says happily as he opens the door revealing a small room filled with sunlight. His large yellow eyes fill with tears again as he enters, everything is simply perfect. Too good! It's quite a simple room but it's cozy and warm and…his! The small desk is stocked with paper and crayons, a few books rest atop the humble dresser, and on the bed rests a single stuffed animal. His tiny hands gingerly pick up the small gift, a few tears escaping as he takes in the sewn stripes and slightly droopy smile of its face, the button eyes staring happily at him. "I hope you like tigers. We saw it and thought of you dear. Probably because it's so close to your name Taika." She adds nervously, smiling with relief as the young boy hugs the toy, holding it firmly to his chest. "Thank you." He says, his voice and shoulders shaking with emotion.
"You're welcome dear. Come here Taika." She adds fondly, gently wrapping her arms around her new child. She still feels nervous and unsure, afraid he'll reject her somehow but she already feels so attached to the boy. It had all happened so quickly! Within moments of entering the dreary orphanage they'd spotted the handsome boy with the most piercing eyes and sweet smile. They honestly couldn't believe he hadn't been adopted sooner! He was so well mannered, excited, and sweet! He was the perfect child! It does bother her though that his small body can't seem to relax while being held but she brushes it off as nervousness. After the shock has worn off, he's sure to be more open to her comfort and affection. "Taika, do you want a little time alone?" The husband asks gently, rubbing circles on the boy's back.
He shakes his head fervently, an almost fearful expression briefly crossing his face as he quickly dries his eyes. "I wanna stay with you." The child admits looking timidly at the couple whose hearts melt witnessing his desperation. "We'll stay with you darling." She assures, tears in her eyes as she kisses his forehead. His sensitive little heart feels hopeful and torn. He wants to stay here, wants to be with them forever! ******
True to his word, Nandor has the troops up at dawn, the thunderous, piercing sound of the horn jolting even the most exhausted soldier from their cot with a freight. As much as Taika's men did not want to begin training, none were brave enough to say so to the giant warrior or his surprisingly terrifying second-in-command now barking orders at them. Katva was a rather small woman but somehow, she held an incredibly commanding presence and no one wanted to test her patience. Out of spite, Nandor's soldiers take every opportunity to make the other troops' lives more difficult. Tripping the hungover soldiers during the morning run, roughly knocking into the still half-asleep warriors as they pass, shouting loudly to irritate their headaches. Justified payback for the hours of sleep that'd been stolen from them by their counterparts' lack of restraint. They grit their teeth and bare down, praying that their persuasive leader can talk some sense into the giant soldier. Desperately holding onto the hope that the overly strenuous, nearly cruel training would come to an end soon.
"Greetings Lieutenant." Nandor says coldly, keeping his eyes on the troops as his partner comes to his side. "Good morning Lieutenant Sunshine! I take it you slept well?" Taika says, a playful note to his voice. "What makes you think that?" His unamused comrade asks flatly. "You must be well rested to be up before the sun rises." Taika explains, his eyebrow cocking slightly. "Or disciplined." Nandor says firmly. "Or sadistic." Taika counters, each conversation with the man feeling like a game of cat and mouse. "You mean masochistic." The stoic warrior corrects. "Oh no, I meant sadistic. You had everyone up before the sunrise along with you." He clarifies, looking at him pointedly, his piercing eyes narrowed. "I told you training would start at dawn." Nandor dismisses flatly. "Funny…I thought we were ordered to work together." Taika counters, irritation creeping into his smooth tone. Nandor ignores the comment, preferring to remain silent rather than begin a shouting match. "So, how exactly did you lava bend, then? Was it the power of the morning sun or perhaps some burning rage you've repressed too long?" Taika taunts lightly, earning a pointed scowl from his partner which only further amuses him. If the cranky giant wanted to make his life more difficult then it's only fair to reciprocate. *******
"And what is the most important tool to utilize for political positioning?" He asks firmly, staring his son down as he visibly wracks his mind for the correct answer. "It's…it's…" He stammers, after hours of training and studying, exhaustion makes it nearly impossible to think clearly. "Ugh useless! How can you ever hope of becoming anything if you can't even remember something so simple! Nandor, you'll never gain a place of power if your brain can't hold onto information. Disgraceful! You would think that after all these years of watching my political career you would've learned something! Instead, here you sit, unable to answer the simplest question!" He shouts angrily, his words sinking deep into his boy's fatigued mind, tearing his self-esteem apart bit by bit.
"Your younger brother could answer this! What's wrong with you boy?!" He adds angrily, slamming his fist on the table between them and making him jump slightly. "Just go to your room. I've had enough of you today." He growls, waving his firstborn out of the room. The young boy hurries up the stairs to his tidy room, closing the door before sitting on the neatly made bed. Drawing his knees closely to his chest, his fingers pull angrily at his hair. Why can't he just be better?! He tries so hard but he's never enough! Father's never proud of him. He's never successful. How is he ever going to make anything of himself? His father's shadow seems so long, so encompassing, so impossible to escape. 'Try harder. You have to try harder. Just be better!' He tells himself angrily, drilling it into his head that he's the problem. *******
By noon, the growing resentment between the divisions is inescapably clear, no one even attempting to conceal their dislike. As agitated as the soldiers are, none dare start a fight or retaliate with the Fire Titan glaring down at them. They'd all heard the stories, how the man had split the earth with the giant axe he carries, how the weapon had flared white hot before the earth melted below it, the rocks turning to lava scaring the enemy into retreat and saving his entire division. His bending alone was that of legend but coupled with his massive frame and strength, he was positively terrifying even to his own well behaved and loyal troops. The man could probably snap a person over his knee and no one wanted to receive his wrath. All except Taika, who seemed to thoroughly enjoy getting under the intimidating warrior's skin and exploring the limits of his patience.
"You know, there's really no real difference between training at sunrise or midmorning." Taika chides coolly. At his side, Nandor grunts his disapproval, crossing his arms tightly. "Training should be done at sunrise. It's how it's always been." He counters brusquely. "Just because it's 'how it's always been' doesn't mean it's right." Taika presses, his words deeply annoying the large soldier for some unknown reason. "Training at sunrise only helps firebenders. Not all of our soldiers can bend so it only benefits a few and hinders the others. That also makes the nonbenders believe you are favoring the benders, creating further resentment and division." The smooth-talking warrior continues.
"I am not favoring benders Lieutenant, don't take it personally. Training at sunrise requires self-discipline, especially for nonbenders like you who don't rise with the sun. It is a virtue. One that you and your men would do well to learn." Nandor criticizes, receiving an undignified scowl from his contemporary. "Self-care is also a virtue Lieutenant." Taika counters, yawning lazily and stretching with very cat-like motions. "Getting drunk isn't self-care. It's irresponsible." The giant man retorts, sneering slightly at his forced partner. "Having a few drinks is fun…having fun is a form of self-care. You've heard of fun before…haven't you? Ah…judging by that confused look you probably haven't. Ok, well…fun is like…the opposite of whatever you do." Taika teases.
"Fun isn't going to keep these soldiers alive in battle." Nandor dismisses easily, watching as the soldiers run another lap, struggling heavily under the weighted bags he'd ordered them to carry. "And your plan is to kill them before we get to battle?" Taika counters, grimacing as a soldier trips, bringing two others down with him who topple into an exhausted heap. "The only way to improve is to push past your limits." Nandor recites coolly, watching as they struggle to their feet, their faces red and blotchy, the youngest rushing behind a tree to vomit loudly. "And what does pushing too far past your limits accomplish?" Taika retorts smugly, raising an eyebrow at his counterpart. "Look, I know we don't like each other but we have a job to do." Nandor fumes, finally reaching the end of his patience. "I like you." Taika chides, keeping his expression playfully innocent.
Nandor exhales loudly pinching the bridge of his nose. "You're not going to make this easy, are you?" He asks dejectedly. "Where's the fun in that big guy?" Taika asks, elbowing him and receiving a threatening glare that would make any other man lose bladder control. "Don't. Call. Me. That." Nandor growls irritably. "Do you need a snack or something? Or are you just always this pleasant?" Taika teases, toying carelessly with the formidable young warrior's last nerve. "Katva. Call them in. They may have lunch and rest for 20minutes." Nandor commands, his right-hand woman nodding sharply and barking the orders to the troops.
"Great! I'm famished!" Taika says, turning happily on his heel before being yanked back by the collar. "WE are going to review the training schedule and start the invasion plan." Nandor commands firmly, turning the smaller man around to face him. His slender, handsome face twists with rage at the mishandling as he brushes a few loosened strands of his long hair from his face. "Don't you ever do that to me again." He hisses, the quick change in manner and ferocity of his glare would make a less confident soldier shrink away in submission. Nandor simply furrows his brows, amused by how quickly the soldier's vicious side could be evoked. "Fine. Don't call me 'big guy'." Nandor proposes calmly, crossing his arms. The younger man snorts angrily in response, his narrowed piercing eyes softening gradually as he searches Nandor's rugged face.
"Fine. We can eat while we discuss the plans." Taika states, his demeanor changing rapidly to friendly once more. "Le, please have lunch sent to the meeting tent for me and the Lieutenant." He orders his second-in-command before leading authoritatively to their private meeting quarters. Nandor rolls his eyes at the dramatic man and his apparent authority complex. A headache already starting to throb as he slowly follows his pain in the ass partner. ******
Hours of arguing and trashing one proposed invasion plan after the next results in a complete deadlock, neither head-strong leader willing to budge an inch. "We can't just mimic what was done in Trahn and Jau Jong! They're catching on to it! And it's the most obvious strategy of them all!" Taika presses irritably, hunching over the map on the low table to avoid looking at his infuriatingly inflexible partner. "The strategy is proven and effective! It's taken down two strongholds already!" Nandor argues, exasperated at the stubbornness of the man sitting across from him.
"Like. …It's been done too many times. They're going to expect it! How many times do I have to say that before you get it through your thick skull!?" Taika fumes, his voice raising as he glares at the large man scowling back at him. "Then what do you propose Lieutenant? You seem to have an answer for everything!" Nandor retorts viciously, throwing his hands in the air. "Oh, I don't know…maybe that extremely well-thought-out plan that I suggested hours ago! The one you shot down before even considering! The one I came up with last night while you were sleeping!" Taika snaps, glaring daggers at his partner.
"That plan? You mean the incoherent half-musings of a drunk man!? It will get our troops slaughtered before we even reach the outer gates!" Nandor counters heatedly. "How would you know that lieutenant?! You didn't even listen to the plan!" Taika shouts aggressively, at the very end of his own patience. "This is going nowhere! Let's break and calm down." Nandor yells, slamming his large fist on the table which creeks angrily under the force. "I agree, you do need to calm down Lieutenant. We only have so much furniture." Taika chides, swiftly rising and exiting the tent with a final angry sneer. Nandor takes a deep breath in, exhales heavily, then decides to keep doing that until his nerves are calmed. After twenty deep breathes, he decides to release some rage with his battle axe instead.
Throwing back the flap of the tent's entrance, he's surprised to see that the sun had already sunk near the horizon. The smell of soup and rice drifting from the kitchen area signaling the start of dinner. Good. He can train in peace without worrying about the troops. With surprising stealth for a nearly 8-foot tall 310pound human machine, he silently disappears into the trees walking adamantly until finding a thick, sturdy tree simply begging for a beating. With swift practiced movements, he removes the massive axe from its sheath on his back and brings it down upon the tree with tremendous force. Unleashing his anger and frustration with each brutal swing. He's only slightly aware of the grunts and growls he's releasing as he throttles the giant tree, practicing his forms and expelling his raw energy in a trance-like state.
"Harder Nandor! Is that all you have?! Come on boy, faster!" His father's taunting, demanding voice echoes from the darkness, even his memory haunting and bullying him. Obeying the harassing voice, he swings harder, faster, harder, faster. "Pathetic! You call that fighting?! Harder!" The voice shouts, its cold tone reverberating through his tortured mind as he pushes his aching body even harder still. "And what does pushing too far past your limit do?" A smooth voice quietly questions. Taika's calm words send a thrill of anger through his body and with all his force he swings the axe a final time into the massive tree nearly splitting it in half. Panting and sweating, his movements cease, finally feeling clear-headed and nearly balanced. He blinks a few times, his attention gradually expanding out from the battered tree before him and he's shocked to see how dark the forest has become.
Slowly, he forces himself to head back to camp, mind still slightly flustered and preoccupied. "Lieutenant! There you are! I was getting worried! Are you ok?" Katva says urgently, rushing to his side as he emerges from the forest. He blinks at her, confused, before looking around at the nearly deserted camp. "How…long was I gone?" He asks in a daze. "A few hours. Nandor are you alright?" She asks, lowering her voice to a confidential level. "Yes. I…I'm sorry. I didn't realize it'd been that long. I just had to…vent." He admits sheepishly, receiving a knowing look from his friend.
"It's understandable. The troops are in bed now…well, our troops. Do you want dinner? I had the chef save some for you." She informs seriously, walking with him through the nearly empty camp. "Where is the Lieutenant?" Nandor asks distractedly, trying to keep the spite from his tone. He glares at a few of the soldiers huddling rebelliously around the fire pit. "He disappeared to his tent about an hour ago with a young lady from his division. I'm assuming the meeting today was…unfavorable?" She adds, looking sideways at her friend who growls miserably in response. *******
The enticing smell of warm breakfast cakes coaxes him from his unbelievably comfortable bed. Still half asleep, he rubs his eyes as he follows the delectable scent to its source, his stuffed tiger held tightly under his arm. The morning sunlight floods the tiny kitchen and shines almost magically around the kind lady. She smiles warmly when she sees him in the doorway. "Good morning little one." She coos softly, bending over to kiss his forehead and brush his unruly hair. "How'd you sleep dear?" She asks, smiling happily as the child sits himself at the low table, still hugging his tiger. "Mhmmm." He hums in response, his tired mind not quite registering the question. She chuckles to herself, wanting to scoop the little one into her arms.
He looks out the window behind the table to the beach outside, blinking slowly as he gradually registers the scenery. The ocean shimmering with the sunlight as the waves crash lazily onto the golden shore. "Maybe we can go to the beach today." She suggests sweetly, noticing his gaze. His eyes widen as he considers what she'd offered. Even though he'd spent his entire 5 years of life on Ember Island, he'd only visited the beach a few times. The headmistress just didn't have the means or help necessary to bring the kids out to play beyond the orphanage grounds. "Would you like that dear?" She asks gently, her heart warming as she takes in his excitement. "Yes! Please!" He pleads, smiling with hopeful disbelief. How drastically his life had changed within a few days!
"Here you go sweetheart, eat up!" She chirps happily, placing a plate of fresh breakfast cakes in front of him. He giggles timidly at the strips of bacon she'd arranged on the cakes to make a smiley face. She watches him fondly as he eats, each bite earning an unintentional happy wiggle-dance. "How are you so perfect Taika?" She purrs affectionately, unable to believe how lucky they'd gotten with this child. He offers a bashful half smile and quickly averts his eyes. He's uncomfortable with receiving the praise yet terrified to tell her any differently in case she decided she didn't want him after all. *******
With a groan, he rubs his eyes with the palms of his large hands. The sun will rise in twenty minutes, meaning he needs to rise now and lead by example for his soldiers. The problem is, he just does not want to start another day! Another grueling day, training the soldiers and dealing with him. The brash, overconfident, overly talkative, impulsive twenty-year-old that had become the bane of his existence in mere days! Five days of nonstop attitude and opposition! Not once had they been able to agree on anything! No matter how hard Nandor tried, he just couldn't force the man to understand! Couldn't get him to see his reasoning! Begrudgingly, he pulls on his uniform, getting his armor in place as he tells himself that maybe today…maybe today would be the day they would have a breakthrough. With a heavy sigh, he pushes his tired body through his tent, lost in thought as he tries to mentally prepare himself for the barrage of snide comments his partner will throw at him.
His strides come to an abrupt halt as he registers the scene before him. "Katva, where are the rest of the soldiers?" Nandor asks firmly, brow furrowing as he looks at his troops standing at the ready in the early morning light. "Le had orders to bring his men to the forest today. Something about a hot spring Sir." She explains shortly, irritation clear in her curt tone. "A hot spring?" Nandor repeats, his face growing warm with anger. "Yes Sir." She confirms smirking slightly at the furious expression on her leader's face. Surely, the unruly troops were going to face the full wrath of the Fire Titan today. Serves them right for repeatedly disobeying orders. "Start the troops in their training. I'll be back." He orders before stalking toward the hot springs, ready to throttle his partner to a pulp.
Joyful laughter rings through the trees and he can hear the conversations of the relaxing soldiers instantly ceasing as they spot the furious man approach. If he wasn't quite so livid, he would have found it amusing how the soldiers duck down low in their springs, trying to disappear into the water to avoid his angry gaze. All except, of course, their brash leader soaking merrily with three giggling ladies. The girls shrink down as Nandor approaches, Taika merely smiling at the furious giant. "Good morning Lieutenant Sunshine. Come to join us?" He greets in a tauntingly cheerful tone, a challenging flash in his yellow eyes.
"What do you think you're doing Lieutenant?" Nandor growls, towering over the spring and glaring at the unphased man. It was like Taika's mind is simply incapable of understanding the concept of danger. "Really? I mean…it's pretty obvious." Taika says, shrugging his bare, muscular shoulders. "Why aren't these soldiers in training?!" Nandor presses, ignoring the snide comment. "Because they're soaking." Taika says calmly, stretching casually and resting his arms on the back of the spring. Nandor exhales steam, his patience waring dangerously thin from the man's condescension. "They need to train lieutenant, not soak in a hot spring!" He growls viciously, his large hands balling into fists as a vein begins throbbing in his temple. "They are my troops and as their leader, I say they need to soak." Taika retorts, lazily examining his nails as if unaware of his partner's fury.
"We are supposed to work together Lieutenant! These are our troops and I say they need to train!" Nandor presses, his voice raising with his anger. "Funny, you will admit these are our troops and yet your opinion is the only one that seems to matter." Taika says, his smooth voice abruptly turning dangerous and challenging. "Lieutenant, these soldiers need to train!" Nandor repeats firmly, unable to comprehend how this man can't understand such a simple concept. "No lieutenant, they don't. And if you had any sense for your soldiers, you'd know that the one's you're forcing to train right now desperately need rest as well. You've been running our troops into the ground for days without any time to recover. Do you know what that does to them lieutenant?! It hinders their performance. They need to rest which is why my opinion is, they need to soak." Taika explains sternly, meeting the massive warrior's glare with his own.
Nandor can feel his eye twitching with irritation as he glares at the unphased warrior in front of him, completely at a loss of what to do. The infuriating young man just will not cooperate! He takes a deep breath, desperately trying to get his anger under control. "You should join us lieutenant, you seem…stressed." Taika adds, pushing the man to his breaking point. He exhales a large cloud of steam, storming back to camp before he does something he regrets.
Hours later, his blood is still boiling but he'd successfully stopped breathing steam, so Katva determines it safe enough to approach. "Sir, I've dismissed the troops for lunch. Will…the other soldiers be joining us today?" She asks tentatively, watching his expressions closely. "No. Give our troops the rest of the day off, they've done well." He adds, earning a very confused look from his second-in-command. "Very well sir. Is…everything alright? You seem…off." She adds gently, her demeanor changing from professional to friendly. He sighs heavily, feeling lost and powerless.
"I just don't understand what his problem is! He fights me on everything!" Nandor vents, allowing himself to be vulnerable with his trusted ally. "He changes the training without asking me simply because 'an idea came to him', he proposes the most ridiculous plans for the invasion, he undermines my authority and refuses to listen! He could have just asked me to let the troops have a day to rest!" He finishes, earning a smirk from his friend. "Would you have?" She presses, fixing him with a knowing look as his glare fades in submission.
"Do you want my honest opinion or do you just want me to listen?" She asks, knowing he wouldn't get angry with her if he requests her unsavory view. "Ok…tell me how I'm wrong then." He sighs, rolling his eyes and bracing himself for her brutal honesty. The corners of her thin mouth curl upward slightly as she takes in his resolved demeanor. "General Iroh ordered you to work together. It seems as though you are both only trying to lead and the other will not submit." Katva observes wisely, earning a reproachful look that quickly turns into humble agreement. "I am grateful that I can always rely on you for your wise counsel…I just hate when you're right." He admits, grinning at his friend who beams with pride. *******
With his broad shoulders pulled firmly back and spine perfectly straight, he obediently follows his father along the main street of their small hometown. He barely dares to breath under his father's critical gaze, keeping his eyes lowered. The local people wave to the noblemen walking proudly in front of his two sons. He apathetically reciprocates their kind gestures, reserving his energy and charm for the people whose relationship will benefit his career. Nandor thanks and curses his new height as he towers over his parent. Now he's able to see him more easily without moving his chin and ruining his posture, but it also seems to irritate his father to be physically outshined by his son.
He leads his sons toward the home of the new noble residents that have chosen their up-and-coming town to settle into. As a leader in the community, it is his duty to greet the most desirable, wealthy members to the town, exchange manners and pleasantries, and make himself look far more important than he actually is. Nandor hates the pretentious show. But he would never dream of admitting it, not even to himself. He just feels it and pushes it far down beyond reach. So far down that he won't even realize it exists at all. Telling himself instead that this is just how things are done.
Arriving at the mansion, his father knocks firmly on the ornate door, his eyes criticizing every minute detail before a kind-faced, weathered old man appears in the doorway. "May I help you?" He asks respectfully. "Yes, my name is Shifu, I am the town mayor and these are my sons. Your Master is expecting to meet with us." His father says, his voice warm and charming. It never ceased to amaze Nandor how differently he treats those outside of their home. The man bows low as he steps aside and holds the door open, welcoming them into the grand home. With a quick glance Nandor can tell his father is intimidated by its grandeur, being a fraction fancier than their own.
Renovations at home were soon to be underway he predicts. "Master Shifu! It is an honor to finally meet you! Welcome to my home! Spirits, what a strong young man you have here! What's your name son?" The amiable and kind-faced man asks, seeming impossibly sincere. However, having grown up in noble society he knows that no one is as they seem. He plasters a respectful smile on his young face and bows to the man to show his gratitude. "This is Nandor, my eldest son. He just turned 15." Shifu introduces pridefully, standing back to let the man inspect his offspring. As Nandor straightens himself, he notices a young man joining them, his messy hair, laid back aura, and dashing smile taking him off guard.
"15 and already 6 foot! My goodness young man, you are going to make a young lady or fellow very proud indeed!" The man compliments jovially, oblivious to the fear flashing across Nandor's eyes at the mere suggestion of being with the same sex. "Lady. My boys are not like that. In fact, no one in this town is! We take Firelord Sozin's commands very seriously here. After all, the Firelord knows best." Shifu says firmly, keeping an amiable tone despite the cold statements. The man looks slightly taken aback but smiles kindly. "Oh, this is my son, Kai. He's 15 as well." He notes proudly, wrapping his arm around the handsome and carefree looking teen. Nandor bows respectfully and feels his face starting to burn under the young man's gaze.
As Shifu's attention turns to introducing his youngest son, Kai takes the opportunity to look Nandor up and down, grinning mischievously. Nandor vaguely hears his father talking but can't seem to focus. His nervous gaze wanders back to the young man, his stomach jumping in a funny way as he finds him staring at him, searching his face and smiling dreamily. Unsure what to do, he drops his gaze again, a strange rebellious desire forcing his warm brown eyes once more to the young man.
They lock eyes and he can suddenly hear his heart pounding in his ears. Movement interrupts the moment as their fathers lead them into the living area. He pauses respectfully to let everyone else enter first, realizing that his brother is staring at him, eyes narrowed with a suspicious look. He flashes an innocent smile before filing into the room, cursing himself, the strange tingling desire, and the accompanying tightness in his pants. **********
After four more days of failed attempts at compromise, Nandor is at his wits end. He and his forced partner simply cannot agree on anything, can't see eye-to-eye on any subject, and he honestly can't understand what General Iroh respects about the pesky man! He is maddeningly aloof and smug, completely evasive of all protocol and regulation. He follows nothing but his own rules and instincts and it was driving him up the wall! How could someone so dismissive of authority and wildly unpredictable be so successful in his previous endeavors? Yet again, he finds himself fuming over these things at the low table of the meeting tent scowling at the equally annoyed lieutenant who's currently refusing to look at him. He glares at his stubborn profile, imagining his stupid head engulfed in flames. Never in his life had he ever so deeply desired to use his element to harm a nonbender before, which only gives proof of how far this childish partner had managed to push him.
"Look, you don't have to like me Lieutenant, you don't have to agree with or even understand my methods. We just have to conquer Ong and then we'll be on our separate ways, we'll never have to see each other again." Nandor seethes, attempting once again to breathe deeply to control his peaking temper. "That's the thing lieutenant…it's not just your methods that General Iroh wants us to employ. He sees fit to utilize my methods as well so kindly remove your head from your ass, it's not a hat!" Taika hisses angrily, days of being at each other's throats wearing his normally calm and unaffected composure down to raw agitation. Nandor glowers at the soldier threateningly, growing even more livid with its ineffectiveness. Taika simply returns the hatred with his own scathing glare, unphased by the giant warrior's anger.
He growls his frustration, pinching the bridge of his nose as Taika resumes his childish refusal to look at him. "This is useless. Let's cool off and come back later." Nandor barks irritably, exhaling steam. "That's the problem lieutenant, you won't just finish it! Each time we argue, you run away before we resolve anything! What are you afraid is going to happen huh?!" Taika shouts, startling and enraging his companion. "I'm not running away, I'm protecting you." Nandor says threateningly as he storms from the tent. "I don't need protection." Taika hisses, spinning around, his eyes widening as they scan the empty room. *******
He lay on the couch tightly hugging his tiger, tears coming and going as his lip quivers. The day he'd been dreading…the day the feeling would reappear. It's as if a void had all the sudden opened again in his chest, sucking out his insides, all feelings of happiness, everything he cares about and likes doing. Overwhelming numbness alternating with crippling sadness, despair, and anger. So many intense emotions swirling inside this small body. He couldn't help it. Couldn't understand it. Couldn't figure out how to stop it or even describe it. It just appears and no one ever understands.
"Taika darling, dinner's ready." She says sweetly, pausing in the doorway as she sees him curled up and trembling on the couch. "Taika, sweetheart, what's wrong?" She asks urgently, coming to kneel before him. "Is he hurt? Taika what happened?" Her husband asks worriedly, looking over the child's body which irritates Taika tremendously. He groans, swatting the man away from him angrily. "Taika honey…speak to us…what's wrong?" She asks more gently, her concerned expression overwhelming him with guilt. They'd been so kind, so loving to him. He didn't want to make her look like that! His small face screws against the pain, his lip trembling as he buries his face in the stuffed tiger in a feeble attempt to hide.
"Taika, we asked you a question. Please, you need to tell us what's wrong!" He says sternly, receiving an angry moan in response. He exchanges a look with his wife before turning back to the child. "Taika look at me." He demands, pulling the tiger from the child's arms. "NO!" Taika shrieks, grabbing desperately for the comforting toy. He holds the boy's shoulder keeping the animal just out of his reach as Taika struggles to retrieve his most precious item. "Honey, you're upsetting him." She warns calmly, earning a reproving look. "He has to learn. Taika you'll get this back when you tell us what's happened. Why are you crying?" He demands firmly.
Unable to explain to them what he can't even understand himself, the despair and fear grows exponentially. He cries out, clawing ferally at the man's arm while grabbing for the toy. "Taika! That's enough!" He shouts, surprised at the child's suddenly wild behavior. "That's it, you're not getting this back until tomorrow now. Go to your room." The man states angrily, his words sending terror through the child. His comfort, his friend…he needs him now! He can't bear to feel these crippling things without his tiger! "NO!" He shouts manically, beside himself with uncontrollable fear and anger. "That's it, a week now!" The man states, rising and taking the stuffed tiger completely out of reach.
Taika stares at the man in utter panic, his breathing ragged, mind racing as tears stream down his face. He can hear the woman saying something, her voice kind yet ineffectual. He wraps his arms around himself rocking slightly, completely overwhelmed. As a hand touches his shoulder, he screams and thrashes wildly to remove it, accidentally creating bursts of flame with his unbridled rage. The couple shout in surprise and rush to extinguish the flames threatening their home. When he opens his eyes, his heart fills with dread at what he'd done. He'd lost control and the fire came back. "Taika, come here!" The woman shouts urgently, reaching for the child who doesn't even hear her. He panics as he notices someone lunge quickly toward him and swipes his arms up to protect himself, unintentionally sending flames at her.
She screams in pain as the fire scorches her arm, pulling her injury into herself as she runs from the room. "Honey!" The man yells, putting out the last of the fires and rushing to help his wife. "What's wrong with you!?" He shouts at the terrified boy, glaring at the awful child before leaving him to sob in the wreckage. Taika's piercing eyes wide with horror and guilt as he looks around the ruined room. Tears stream down his pale cheeks as he spots the tiger scorched and blackened on the floor. *********
"Lieutenant, sir, the troops! They're out of control!" Katva yells, as she reaches Nandor at the tent's entrance. The small woman limping slightly, a mean bruise already darkening on her jaw. He rushes with her to the sound of the chaos, grimacing angrily when he sees the mass of soldiers fighting one another, fists flying as men and women fall, wrestling in the dirt. "That's enough!" Nandor shouts, ripping apart brawling pairs as he forces his way into the brutal squabble. With one hand he pulls a man off his own soldier, grabbing him roughly and lifting him from the ground by the front of his robe. "I said that's enough!" He shouts, his deafening voice reverberating through the commotion.
"Unhand my soldier." Taika demands, appearing suddenly in the mass of bruised, bloody, and beaten soldiers who fearfully stare between the two leaders. "Get your soldiers in line!" Nandor shouts, still holding the trembling man up merely out of defiance of the direct order from Taika. "Put. Him. Down." Taika threatens, his piercing eyes narrowing as he balls his fists, bravely staring down the giant man. "You don't give me orders lieutenant." Nandor growls, anger mixes with ego as he refuses to let his peer take the upper hand in front of the troops. He roughly pushes the man back to the ground, who cowers into the crowd. His muscles tense and brace with eager anticipation as he stalks forward to face down his unflinching counterpart.
The darkened clouds begin to unleash their fury as the two epic warriors stare each other down, their anger practically radiating from their muscular, deadly bodies. "Get your men in line." Nandor growls again, taking a step forward and towering a foot over his peer. "After you." Taika retorts, his voice biting and harsh, his piercing eyes baring into his opponents' without even a flicker of fear. "Watch your tone." Nandor warns menacingly, everything in him screaming for a fight. "Or what, big guy?" Taika taunts, his eyes flashing dangerously with excitement as he smirks devilishly. With a deep, furious growl, Nandor lunges forward, bringing a massive fist toward the smaller man's grinning face. He blinks a few times in confusion as his fist punches the empty space that the warrior had occupied mere seconds ago, grunting as an armored knee collides with his side.
Enraged, he thrusts his elbow down to the new position of his swift opponent, again colliding only with air. He turns on his heel just in time to receive another lightning-fast kick, this time to his shoulder. He growls his anger, wanting nothing more than to throttle Taika's pretty, taunting face. This time, he fakes a punch which is dodged easily by his opponent then turns quickly to back-hand the stealthy man, feeling immense satisfaction as he finally lands a hit. Nandor grins maliciously, watching Taika stumble backward slightly before regaining his footing, blood running from his busted lip. A look of danger overtakes his features and in the blink of an eye the warrior lands four blows to Nandor's face and gut, easily maneuvering around the massive, slower paced limbs.
Only having eyes for their opponent, they don't hear the soldiers' cheers and screams as their audience eagerly watches the intense battle. Attack after attack, neither warrior manages to gain the upper hand and seem to be in a sensational and exhilarating deadlock. Taika's rapid, swift attacks incapable of inflicting debilitating damage to Nandor and his slower more powerful hits barely able to land on his opponent. Round after round of intense fighting further excites the onlooking soldiers as the rain turns the ground into a slippery mess, making their footing extremely precarious. More than once, Nandor nearly lands a crippling blow to his opponent as Taika's footing slips beneath him, but the Ember Tiger lives up to his title. His precise, cat-like reflexes truly something to behold, almost entrancing to watch and enraging to endure. Punch after punch, kick after kick they continue fighting and dodging as if locked in a violent dance, both spectacularly furious yet neither attempting to conjure flames. Angry bruises cover their faces and their knuckles bloody; they face off, neither willing to relent, neither able to claim victory.
Faking a turn, Nandor suddenly charges forward, his massive shoulder colliding with Taika's ribs as his arms wrap around the slim waist. Somehow, Taika slips through his grasp and wraps his arm around Nandor's throat, maneuvering himself behind the giant's back and locking him in a choke hold. "Give up!" Taika hisses, his breathing heavy with the sustained effort. "You!" Nandor growls through the choke hold, grabbing his opponent's long hair and brutishly pulling him over his shoulder and onto the muddy ground on his back. "Ngahh!" Taika moans, the breath knocked out of him temporarily. In a flash, he rolls to the side to avoid the massive elbow thrusting down toward him, avoiding the attack by inches. Taika instantly seizes the disadvantage the giant's put himself in by coming to the ground. Before anyone can react, he wraps his arms around Nandor's neck, using his strong legs to pin down the trunk-like arms and forcing him onto his back. Precisely positioning himself where Nandor won't be able to remove him while he slowly chokes the giant out.
With all his might Taika struggles against the juggernaut of a man, in utter shock of how strong he actually is. His pride forces him to keep holding onto the massive opponent even as his muscles beg him to let go. Nandor growls with frustration, before managing to position himself against the weak part of Taika's bent knee, threatening to break it. Taika growls in pain at the sudden pressure, desperately trying to force the other man into submission. "Give up!" Nandor demands, pressing hard on his opponent's knee making him inhale sharply with pain. A final warning before the limb is broken. Taika grits his teeth, squeezing the other man's throat harder in a final attempt to seize victory. "You!" He hisses angrily, unable to relent. Nandor hesitates, searching his mind for a better way to win rather than cripple the man. "What is going on here?!" An authoritative and furious voice demands through the chaos causing the rowdy troops to instantly cease their cheers.
The two bruised and bloody men, wrestling in the mud also freeze as they recognize the enraged voice of General Iroh. Their muscles lock in place, no longer struggling against one another, simply frozen together in fear as the General looks down at them, anger and disappointment burning in his amber eyes. Like children caught sneaking sweets, they timidly untangle their muddy, battered limbs and stumble awkwardly to their feet, keeping their eyes low in guilt. "Meeting tent. Now. The rest of you go clean yourselves!" Iroh barks, the soldiers immediately scurry away like spideroaches. Nandor sneaks a sideways glance at his opponent, who does the same, their eyes locking for a brief moment of shameful solidarity. Nandor's heart races as a strange feeling stirs, mixing with the anxious anticipation of the punishment they were guaranteed to endure. *********
"The child is a danger! To himself and everyone around him! He should have been locked up not given to us! He burned my wife!" The livid man shouts, his wife still cradling her bandaged arm, tears streaming down her face. "He set our home on fire! Who knows what he'll do to the next family!" He persists, each word cutting deeper into the child's already broken heart. Taika stares at the floor, his small hands twisting nervously in his lap, his shoulders drawing up as he shrinks further into himself. He couldn't help it. He didn't mean for it to happen. Didn't want to feel this way. It just happens.
"You knew he was like this, didn't you?! That's why he hasn't been adopted! This has happened before, hasn't it?!" The man shouts, directing his fury at the old headmistress who opens and closes her mouth before making a feeble attempt to pacify the man. "He's not a bad child…he just…" The old woman stammers, tears in her eyes for the poor boy. "I should sue you! For the damages this child's done to my wife and our home! You let us take home a Monster!" He shouts, completely beside himself with rage. "Honey! We can't do that! Its's an orphanage!" His wife hisses, looking apologetically at the headmistress. "I want our money back then. And you…take the brat back and lock him up! I'm telling the authorities about him. No one on this island will Ever have to bring that little monster home with them!" He demands, glaring back at the child trembling in silence behind them. Utterly numb as the man's words shatter his entire world.
"Come. We're going." The man commands his wife who glances sadly at the boy while leaving. The silence following the door's closing is heavy and miserable. He sniffles, wiping hopelessly at the tears that just keep flowing. He keeps his reddened eyes on the floor feeling too wretched to even look at the poor old headmistress. He's a burden on her. A curse she can't seem to shake. A monster. "Taika…sweetheart. What happened?" She asks, her broken heart audible in her tone. His shoulders shake and he tries to say something, anything but the words stick in his throat. He doesn't even know how to describe the horror he'd unleashed nor the reasons why. "Taika…this is the fifth time. I'm sorry sweetheart…but the man is right. I can't let another family take you home." She says her voice quivering as tears stream down her face for the tragedy of it.
Her words strike deep into his heart and his breathing comes heavy as the shimmer of hope he'd been clinging to dissipates completely. "But…but if…if I could…if I could control…it…maybe…" He begs weakly, his broken voice quivering and desperate. He feels as if his very life is being taken from him. All hope and meaning lost. He'd never have a home. The happiness he'd felt when they'd brought him into their house…he'd never have that again. He'd never be loved. Never belong. Her kind eyes glisten with sympathy and pain as he slowly meets her gaze. His pleading eyes agonized and haunting. "But you can't sweetheart. I'm sorry dear. We just can't." She says softly. In all her 50 years working with the trauma and pain of children, never had she felt so utterly crushed than when she sees those piercing eyes become hopeless, broken, and empty. ***********