...unasleeping is a word.And a noun...it means those who aren't asleep... .
Shut up! T.T
retreats to her bag of cheato's
No lemons this chapter...to lazy to bother typing to many adjectives today...
Once again, Avatar and it's charecters are in no way mine.Yet.
(If anyone cares to know, I tried a match maker thing with my name and Lord Zuko, and I got a 73 compatability
rating.Yee! .)
I remember it perfectly.The annoyingly sweet smelling air,perfumed by the large flowers that blossomed for
no readily apparent reason on the river banks, the random shrieks of the nocturnal birds that had nothing better to do than
muck around in the air and make loud noises,and the unimaginable joy,then crushing disappointment, of seeing
my men coming forth with an unconscious figure in their arms.My heart sang,"The Avatar!", but then it stopped
mid verse and screeched painfully. The sight of brown skin and hair having stabbed it to death.Uncle Iroh was with them,
his hands tucked into his sleeves, and his face unreadable. He saw me watching them and nodded my way, so I just
jumped over the side of the small river boat and waited for them to formally arive.
"That's not the Avatar I presume.I should have learned by now that the best way to get
something done is to do it yourself,eh Uncle Iroh?" Zuko said, leaning against the side of the boat.He glared at the
crew he had sent to scout the forest,waiting for someone to speak up.
"Sir...we have the wat-"
"I can see that.Be sure she's put in somewhat gently into the brig."He said, smirking evily for a minute.
The nameless soldiers did as they were told, each of them
walking up the ramp and onto the boat.As Iroh passed him,Zuko asked,"This was your doing, was it not?"
"No.I merely went with them to see if I could find my lotus tile you threw down this river a few months ago."
"It's not safe to lie to me,Iroh.You may be my uncle, but I am getting tired of this rat and mouse game
the Avatar likes to play with me.If your up to some trick-"
"What would I possibly gain from tricking you,Prince Zuko?"
He didn't respond, and Iroh walked on deck, and into the ship's hold.
Waking up that time, was one of the hardest I had ever experianced.My head felt like I someone had
thrust a sharp stick into it, and my mouth tasted horrible.I felt heavy, and my skin was uncomfortably warm.That's when I
realized I was moving.Not me exactly, but I felt the none-to-gentle rocking that was all to familiar to me.I was on a
boat...but how? I tried to sit up, but my limbs just wouldn't work right.I tried to reach up and inspect my head to
check for wounds, but my wrists just wouldn't part.I struggled with this a few minutes, before realizing they were
tightly bound.I muttered a few words that would've made Sokka raise a brow, and I let myself fall limply against
the wall.While staring blankly into space, and letting my eyes adjust to the dim light,I realized I must've been captured.But by who...
and why? The fire nation?It hurt my head to much to think at that point.From what I could see, the 'room' I was in had
me, a small barred window about 1inch by 6, and a cheap wooden bench which I could hear creak as the boat
moved...It was moving very fast...Before I continue, I'd like to remind you that the fastest moving thing on water
I had ever been on was a current-powered pirate boat, and compared to the speed
the one I was on must've been going, well, let's just say, it made my stomach do flip-flops.I think I threw up, I can't
really remember. There was a door as well. It was thick, and it had the small previously mentioned window.
Every now and then the dull red light that seeped in from under it and the window would be blocked
by, what I supposed to be, a passing guard or two.Eventually I stood up, and stumbled to the bench,
because sitting in my own vomit was about as disgusting as it sounds.
I wanted to laugh when I opened the door to our small cell.Our prisoner cursed and shut her eyes against the
light that flooded into the small room.She must've gotten seasick, because you could smell it.
"Did you have nice nap?"
She glared at me with death and venom in her eyes,before replying with an odd calm,
"Not really.I was forced into it,you know."
"You should know That I'm willing to let you go."
For a split second,her eyes lit up,but the underlying stubbornness dimmed them once again.
"For what price?"
"Tell me where the avatar is.Simple as that."
She paused, and I noticed she was trying to keep her self from choking.
"I don't know."
I glared out her and stormed out the small room, yelling at the nearest guards to lock the door and
hold off on all food for at least 2 days.I can be a very persuasive person if I put my mind to it.
End Chapter 2.