I have a new obsession... Hellogoodbye.

Forrest asks his fans to make Vegan dishes for him and bring them to his concerts on their website,their AIM screen names are on the website, and even though they don't wear eyeliner, they still have some of the best music I've heard.

Zuko's got some competition.

I don't own Avatar,or anything asociated with it, and no lemons this chapter.Bitterness is best last.

It was night.Or it should've been at least.I couldn't see anything outside.This was allso stupid.I kept complaining,but no matter what,he wouldn't budge.I guess I was wrong about him after all.

"Aang, we don't have time to waste.Do you even care that Katara's in Zuko's hands!"

He didn't say anything.I glared at him, wanting ever so much to kick his quiet little ass.The last thing he had saidwas about meditating, and trying to contact Avatar Roku again. Aang has never been confident in his skills, but Katara always had been. No matter what happened, he ended up getting us out of it. She was jealous,though she denied it,but because of her jealousy sheknew he was far beyond capable. Me? I could care less either way. My sister was in the hands of a violent, possibly perverted, and assuredly pyscotic prince, and here was one of the few people who could save her napping infront of a statue.

"Damnit...Well if your not going to help, I'm borrowing Appa.If you come to your senses,I'm sure you can air bend your way after me."

I waited for a response,but as expected didn't get one so I left. No use staying in an abandoned air temple with an unresponsive avatar

The ship was rocking quietly back and forth, docked safetly in a small bay somewhere south of the North Pole.The fire nation mini-army had stopped to spend the day shopping, drinking, and other things young soliders and grunts do with all the money they're paid for their services. I'm embarresed to say that's how I whittled away time,thinking about what they might be doing. The minutes paraded about in hour's clothing, the hours in day's finery. I think my stomache attacked and ate my spleen,but I'm not to sure what m spleen is to tell the truth, so I don't really know. I didn't get seasick again, because one cannot throw up what one has not eaten, and I had eaten not. Then that bastard came again.His face was smug, and he didn't even bother shutting the door with his hands, he simply kicked it.

"So how is my little inmate doing?"

"Rather well." I said, outwardly calm, inwardly seething with hatred. I knew he could tell, but I pretended I didn't.

"I'm so glad our accomidations are to your liking." He had something in his hand, and he was constantly weaving it through his fingers.It took me awhile to realize what it was.

"You still have it."

He smiled,

"You know the price."

"It's not yours to sell."

"But It's in my hands."

"You stole it from me."

"I found it." His eyes narrowed. He looked so much like a snake. Not much hair, yellow eyes, and that scale-like patch around his left eye?Or is it right? I could never figure out which one to call it.

"Call it what you will,but it's every bit mine."

"Your Mother's, eh? Lovely detail."

"Leave it be, Zuko."

"Prince." He resumed that smile again.I hated it.I hated him."Think about it, food and your precious little necklace for the

Avatar.Not a bad trade."

"His name is Aang." I said, glaring at him.I was boiling over...he never called Aang by his name,just 'The Avatar'. Every time I heard him say it the urge to slap him was quelled only by my bound hands.

"I don't want to know his name.I want to know where he is."

"Why must you insist on not using his name?Trying to convince yourself he's not a person, so capturing him will be that much easier?Or have you deluded yourself into some fantasy where he is nothing more than a precious stone, eaisily given and taken at will." I spat at his feet,foolish now that I look back on it, but rather dramatic."So that when you give him to your father, watching them slay him will be that much more gentle to swallow."

He looked at me a few minutes, his face showing shock nor self satisfaction.He moved so that he was right infront of me, his eyes aligned.They were an odd color, and this close I could see the red flakes of color among the gold.I wondered briefly if his eyes were hot to the touch, not really caring what he took my staring at his eyes for.

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I whispered into her ear after my lips left hers,

"Rember this you little water-rat.Your my captive." And I left her there.She had a look of pure shock, and she was whimpering, subconsiously I suppose.It was very quiet, and I knew she was trying to quell it.Try as she might,I could still hear her out in the hall.

I rather liked the sound.

End Chapter 3.