Chapter two is now up…that's basically it. Name definitions are given at the bottom. Please read and review…ah, just do it, pretty please?

Small change made to second to last paragraph. It didn't make much sense.

Disclaimer: I don't own Avatar but I own the dog and I own the girl…and Yasuo.

Chapter 2 – Jinmon

Water.

It was supposed to be her element. It was supposed to be her friend, something who would protect her and keep her safe.

It had also almost killed her.

She didn't understand a lot of things but she did know the ironic twists of the world.

Water was her savior.

Water was also her enemy.

She moaned, settling further into the blanket wrapped around her. A whine sounded above her and something shifted besides her. Relaxing, she tried to slip back into sleep.

A cold nose pressed against her cheek. Cold and wet, she should add. She made to push the dog off her but couldn't get her arm out of the blanket cocoon. Giving up, she let him lick the side of her face before she managed to get her eyelids open.

A happy bark was her reward as he licked her again. She winced slightly when he touched a still sensitive bruise.

Now awake, she shifted and found, to her surprise, her clothes had gone missing. She moaned and gripped the blanket as she slowly raised herself to sitting position on the bed. Her dog sat besides her, acting as a support for her just incase.

"Good boy, Sunoo," she mumbled, looking around the room. She had to be on some Fire Navy ship just the way the room rocked from side to side and the red and black fire tapestries hanging from the walls. A low table was situated a couple feet away from her bed, nailed down like every other item in the room. A couple of black smoke marks scarred the walls and ceiling. She blinked, focusing on the black dresser that leaned against the wall across from her, along with the only door in the room.

She sighed, shuddering slightly as a chill floated through the room. Leaning against Sunoo, she waited in hopes of catching whoever had dragged her from the water.

He had to be the most unlucky person in the world.

First, he had been banished by his own father from his own country. Then, he was stuck with capturing a twelve-year-old child who seemed to slip out of his grasp every single time. And now, he was stuck with some girl and a damn dog with an attitude that he could've left in the water.

His uncle had been there though and disapproved of violence against defenseless women and children as much as he so leaving her there had been out of the question. It would put a strain on their relationship, even though he didn't like to admit he liked his…eccentric uncle.

It would also take him a step closer to being like Admiral Zhao. He did not want that.

So now, Zuko stood outside the guest room – that was what his uncle called it – with a tray of food and the Water Tribe girl's clothes which were now dry. He had planned on interrogating her for what had happened on that ship and other important issues, one of which was if he could throw the damn dog overboard so he didn't get bit.

Swallowing, the Firebender knocked before he opened the door, carefully hiding the tray and clothes behind him as he entered. Zuko was surprised to find her awake already and sitting up as though she had been waiting for him. Dark eyes watched him as he stepped into the room and he heard the beast growl at him slightly while his nose worked.

He stopped on the other side of the table; staring down at her while she gazed up at him. "I have questions and I believe you have answers."

The girl sighed softly, shifting on the bed. "So?" she asked in a hoarse voice.

Zuko revealed the tray behind his back, watching smugly as her eyes widened and she stared at the tray. He placed it in front of her on the table and laid her clothes down next to it. She seemed to consider his proposition for a moment.

"Okay," she whispered, turning her attention back to him as her dog sniffed the air harder.

"Name," he began, his eyes trained on her and the mutt as he watched the prince like a hawk.

"Nami Kitagawa," she said after a moment's pause. "And Sunoo."

The dog bowed his head.

He nodded though he could've stood not knowing the mutt's name. 'There goes throwing him off the ship,' he thought bitterly. "Age."

"Sixteen." Nami relaxed a little; getting a feeling he wouldn't hurt her even if he was part of the Fire Nation.

"Why were you on that ship?" he asked, watching her face as she thought.

"We were fleeing from the Fire Nation," she said, staring at the floor as the painful memories awakened. "They had attacked our village and we ran. They then attacked our ship two days later." Nami winced, settling deeper into the warmth of the blanket. "I got pushed overboard, I think, and I grabbed Sunoo because he jumped over the side and he found a board for us the float on." She squeezed her eyes shut and shook her head. "We pretended to be dead to that the Fire Nation would go away."

The prince watched her during her explanation, frowning at the thought of his own people attacking women and children. He pushed aside his emotions though. "Do you know who the commanding officer was that attacked you?"

She blinked at the question but shut her eyes, pinching the bridge of her nose. "It was Admiral…something starting with a 'z.'"

"Zhao?" he asked, watching as she thought and nodded.

"Yes, Zhao. I think that's what they called him." Nami looked up at him with dark, tired eyes.

Zuko was fuming inside but his face had not changed from its neutral expression. "That's all." He turned to leave; he wanted to have a talk with his uncle.

"Wait. It's Prince Zuko, isn't it?" she asked timidly.

The exiled prince stopped and faced her, nodding.

"Thank you, for, for saving Sunoo and I," she whispered, smiling. "I know he can be snappy with some people."

He gave Nami a nod and exited the room, heading for the meditation room where he was sure his uncle would be.

Nami waited until his footsteps faded away before she gazed at Sunoo. "Clothes," she mumbled.

He slipped down from the bed, stretching his stiff muscles. The dog picked up the small pile, turning around and placing the package besides her. Sunoo turned then, staring at the door with his ears at attention.

She smiled and unfolded her clothes, gazing sadly at the reminder of her small village. A light blue short sleeved shirt bought from a merchant ship and a dark blue coat made by her mother. The black pants had also been bought from the merchant ship and had kept her warm on the colder nights.

Nami slid her legs off the edge of the bed, standing. Wincing, she managed to stay standing as the blanket dropped. Nami dressed quickly, even though her dog stood watch, and collapsed back on the bed. Her clothes were a little warm and she wrapped the blanket around herself again to hold in the heat.

Sighing, she slipped off the bed when her strength returned. Nami dropped down in front of the tray, gazing at it. A small loaf of bread rested next to a very generous portion of some kind of meat stew. Two cups, one filled with water and the other filled with tea, were next to a large fruit. A small bowl of rice completed the meal.

Her stomach snapped her out of her daydreaming, reminding her that she had not eaten in at least three days.

Nami dug in, forgetting every rule about table manners as she did so. Sunoo received half of the bread along with chunks of meat as she wolfed the food down. The cup of water had been drained by the dog as she downed the tea. She split the fruit with him, finding the sweetness a little much from her usual diet of salty seal meat.

Full, she sighed happily and picked herself up. Nami yawned and lied down on the bed, intent on falling fast asleep within minutes. However, she began to think.

Thinking was her strongest point. Most men didn't want a wife who thought for herself, especially those in the Northern Water Tribes. She couldn't stop though and analyzed every opportunity. Nami hadn't thought too much these last few days as it had been a time for acting, not thinking.

Now her mind whirled over several issues. The first she could pick out was her situation. She had been attacked by the Fire Nation and yet saved by them as well. The one who had saved her was the Prince of the Fire Nation himself.

"Fire represents death and rebirth," she found herself saying.

That solved in her mind, she went to the next topic. What was she going to do now? She had no other family besides her father and brother and even then, she had no idea if they were still alive. They had gone off to fight in the war several years ago and hadn't returned. The prince would probably kick her off his ship at the next port. She'd have to start over then.

Sighing, she rolled onto her back as Sunoo crawled up next to her. She was tired but she wasn't sure if she could trust going to sleep on a ship filled with Fire Nation soldiers and sailors who all, by fate, were most likely all male. She was probably the only female on board at the moment. Sunoo could protect her but he wouldn't stand a chance against a Firebender.

Nami let out a groan and sat up, letting her head lean against the wall behind her. Her dog whined and curled up next to her, reassuring her that he was there. She rubbed his head tenderly but stayed curled in the blanket, forcing herself to stay awake.

Prince Zuko felt slightly better after his talk with his uncle. Also after ordering a few soldiers around and training without his annoying uncle to comment on his skill.

He had been putting off visiting the girl again though. He did want a few more answers but he procrastinated with training and standing on deck, looking for the Avatar.

The Firebender couldn't put it off any longer as it was nearing dusk and he stood outside the guest room. He hesitated a couple more seconds before finally knocking and slipping inside.

She gave him another surprise as he found her awake again. This time, however, it didn't look like she had rested at all since he had seen her that morning. Her eyes blinked open and she lifted her head to look at him for a moment.

The dog growled at him for a second before he stopped, resting his head on his crossed paws. His ears were trained on the prince as he stepped further into the room.

"What's wrong?" he asked. For a man who could have everything, he knew almost nothing about women or interacting with them. Zuko had never had any relationship with a female but he could tell when something was wrong, male or female.

"You tell me," she mumbled.

'Well the food seems to be brought back some spirit in her,' he thought, frowning. "I am not a very patient man," he growled. "Either you tell me what is wrong or you can sit there and brood on it."

Nami caught his golden eye gaze and gave him a small smirk. "I'm on a Fire Nation ship in the middle of the ocean filled with soldiers and sailors who are most likely all male. I am the only female on this ship at the moment. Do the work."

'So, that is bothering her,' he mused, shifting slightly on his feet while giving her a stern look. "I promise you, while you are on this ship, my uncle's men, my uncle, or I will not bother you in that particular fashion."

She gave him a slight look before turning away. "Thank you," she mumbled.

He nodded and turned to stare at the dog who was watching the prince. "Do you need anything?" he found himself asking after an awkward pause.

The Water Tribe girl blinked in surprise but nodded. "Is there someplace I can wash up a little bit?"

Zuko gave her a nod. "Follow me."

Getting to her feet, she hissed at the stiffness that had settled in her body from sitting for so long. When he looked back at her to see what was wrong, she shook her head and they continued.

Her first time out of the room ended up with her barely understanding what hallway was what. Sunoo seemed to understand though and that was all she needed. The prince paused in front of a door, stepping back and nodding before leaving her.

Nami sighed loudly, opening the door and walking into the small washroom. Sunoo followed her, sitting at the door when it closed. He was, after all, her protector.

She smiled as her dog stood guard. He took his job extremely seriously. The girl found the basin of water first and discovered that it had to be manually heated up. Frowning, she decided to just use the cold water to wash her face and arms off.

Pausing, she stared down at the water. Nami let out a shaky breath and held her hand over the basin. She tried to calm herself but her hand shook as the water rose to meet her palm. It shivered and she lost it, the water splattering back into the basin.

Putting that off, she scrubbed her face and arms clean with the cold water, pushing down memories of being under the water after the attack. Shaking still, she turned to Sunoo, finding him watching her with comforting eyes. Nami blinked at his body though, surprised that she hadn't noticed the matted fur. Taking the basin, she knelt down beside him and cleaned him off. He held still, trusting her as she ran over his own sensitive bruises.

Satisfied with him, she kissed his white forehead and replaced the basin. "Let's find our way back."

She ended up following him as he led the way through the maze-like ship. His nose was one of the best she had ever seen and had helped them in her homeland when the ground had been covered in snow. He trotted down a flight of stairs and rested at the bottom, waiting for her to catch up.

Nami recognized this hallway and smiled, stroking the canine's head. The Water Tribe teen nearly jogged to the room in relief. She didn't trust the ship in its entirety.

The door beside her opened and she shrieked, jumping back and hitting the wall.

"So sorry, so sorry," she heard as someone took her hand and began to pat it.

Calming her breathing, she gazed up at the person she had run into. He had a calm, friendly face and a wide smile. She recognized him but couldn't place where she had seen him before.

"I apologize for scaring you, miss," he said softly, smiling kindly as she calmed. "I did not know you were there."

"It's all right," Nami reassured after her breathing had returned to normal. "I did not expect anyone around at this time."

"Ah, well you have nothing to fear from me, miss," he said, standing and helping her to her feet. "What is your name?"

"It's Nami. Nami Kitagawa," she answered, feeling relaxed around the man.

"That is a wonderful name." The man gave her a slight. "I am Iroh."

Sunoo decided to make his appearance then. He had been hanging in the background, watching the interaction between the two. The dog gave Iroh a friendly look and sat, tongue lolling out of his mouth.

"And who is this?" he asked, giving the girl a warm smile as he bent down a bit, petting the dog.

"Sunoo," she said with her own smile. "He's been my companion for years."

The dog gave his bow at the sound of his name and held out his paw for the Firebender.

"Ah, polite and well-behaved," Iroh said with a grin, shaking Sunoo's paw. He looked up, smiling wider. "Prince Zuko! Come see this wonderful animal."

She whirled around, blinking as she found the prince standing behind her. He had the slight frown on his face still but he seemed annoyed now.

"I'm aware of the dog, Uncle." He growled and disappeared into his room.

"Do not mind Prince Zuko, Miss Nami," Iroh said, comforting her. "He is usually like that around me." The old man sighed and gave her a smile. "I need to go see to it that we are heading in the right direction. Why don't you join me for breakfast tomorrow morning? I'll be in the meditation room. Just join me whenever you want to."

"Thank you, sir." Nami gave him a polite bow.

"You're welcome, Miss Nami," he smiled and left her to her own thoughts.

When the girl entered, she found another tray with food sitting on the table. After taking both their fills, Nami and her dog climbed into the bed, both falling fast asleep in minutes.

Water was her savior. Water was her destroyer.

Fire ruined her life. It had also saved her life.

Ironic twists were her specialty

She understood that even though one element had its pros, it also had its cons. She found it hard to believe that in times of war, the pros would protect on the ones they were supposed to cause pain and the cons would cause pain on the ones they were supposed to protect.

It was surprising that the people who were supposed to have no heart often cared the most.

Sunoo- Snow

Nami -A wave

Kitagawa -North River