Chapter 4...bah.I need a beta reader! Taking some very good advice, so if anyone is interested, let me know somehow.Thanks a million to DarkAngelB and an innocent reviewer for reading my story and reviewing and stuff...Only reason I bother to keep up with this thing.

And to anyone who reads yet DOES NOT REVIEW:

God hates you.

Prepare for the locusts!

Bah...x.x; I'm going to hell.

(I still don't own Avatar. Bloody restraining orders...mutters to self)

When I closed my eyes I could almost hear her. Urging me to go, run, fly, ride, what ever to save her daughter.The spirit world is odd like that.When in a really deep trance, most any spirt can approch you. It's calm there. Peaceful.Usually quiet.My heart ached to hear the passed on's sobbing cries,but I sat still. With the passing time, I could hear her fully, her voice choked. I never moved. Then I saw her. It must have been a strain on her part, because she wasn't an avatar, nor a lesser master of the spirit world, but I saw her none the less. Her hair was long,about to her waist.It was mostly down,with a few scattered braids here and there.Her clothing was what she had died in, a plain tunic and a broken pair of handcuffs.She had no color, being a spirit and all,but her eyes were pirceing, as she looked deep into my soul, and I could hear her scream.

"You left her to the dogs!"

I kept trying not to respond, but my eyes watered and I shouted back,

"I'm not strong enough!"

"YOU GAVE MY LITTLE ICEBERG TO THE INFRNO!"

"I'M NOT STRONG ENOUGH!" I didn't know earth bending.I couldn't fire bend. She obviously didn't care.I remember a rush of cold, then nothing.

I awoke 5 hours later,moving through the air.I was wet and confused, and Sokka said something to the effect of:

So your finnaly up,eh?"

But I don't know exactly what he said.I was too busy trying to breathe.

Never anger a spirit.

I could still feel it.The knots in my stomach never loosened, no matter how I tried.. I called them back time and time again, hoping maybe with wear they would fade loosen,and untie.Or maybe a part of myself enjoyed them.They didn't hurt, not in a physical sense. They always gave me an overwhelming feeling of perversion, yet no matter how I try, I couldn't find a reason for it.He had done it. I still shiver thinking about it. It must have been the nature of the kiss...demanding, firey, passionate...Everything you'd come to expect from a fire nation prince. At first, I never really knew what happened, and I still don't. His eyes are the only detail that realy stands out.The rest is a mixture of warmth,taste, and feeling.That and my burning cheeks, when I saw them they were burning with curiosity.

"You are not worthy of my lust," they read,"but you are,at least, going to get a small taste of my desire."

I knew neither of those were mine, but I had little guess for who they belonged to. Aang or Sokka,perhaps? But little homosexuality shone through Zuko...little that I have seen.He must have someone to leave behind...as the old sayings clearly point out. A fire nation girl or ,God forbid, boy? Theese are the sort of things that passed though my mind, waiting for him to return, between meals, and after naps. I never really slept, to tell the honest truth. I spent every other hour in an odd half-sleep, where the slightest thing woke me up.

After the 'kiss', I was fed again. Not much, just a piece of hardtack and a small mug of milk, "water would have been to dangerous". The hardtack was fairly easy to eat, as long as I laid flat against the bench, my vomit-free haven, I could inch foreward, biting it as I went along.The milk was a bit more difficult. I ended up threatening the guard incharge with powers I didn't have for a straw. Needless to say I got my straw from then on with my milk, but I was deprived a meal for a day for my 'bad behavior', or so the old man said.I have no idea who he is, but he seems a decent fellow. He came once to show off his monkey statue, that I vaugely remembered from somewhere. I heard Zuko yell about it later, and I didn't see him again. So far, by my misguided count, I've been here a week.

Where was Aang?

Can you guess my favorite episode? Lol.Any way, I have no idea what Katara's mom was like, or anything really.So if I made any mistakes, let me know so I can correct it...r+r as usual...Sorry for the lenth,or lack of actually, more interaction and stuff coming up later... and all...yea...ok. . >.>;