Chapter Eight: Thoughts and Lies
Disclaimer: I don't own Avatar. I do own General Xokku and Yoshiro
"So, were you good, Yoshiro?" Xokku asked his daughter. He and Commander Zhao came back from Trinikia right after Yoshiro went 'walking' with the rock.
"Yeah. It was boring, though," Yoshiro lied. It wasn't that bad.
"Time to eat," Xokku went down the stairs and got out some food. Yoshiro followed.
"What is it this time?" Yoshiro looked at her father.
"Salmon, potatoes and fruit."
"Yum!" Yoshiro was pleased. She hadn't had salmon is a while.
When Zhao and Xokku weren't looking, Yoshiro said,
"You know you want some salmon, Zuko. It's nice and delicious!" Yoshiro offered her piece of salmon.
"I ate your orange. I'm not hungry," Zuko said.
"You ate what?" Zhao turned around.
"Uhh…he ate nothing sir. Uhh…hmm…did you eat anything?" Yoshiro gave him a play-along-with-the-lie look.
"No."
"See sir, he had nothing to eat!" Yoshiro lied.
Zhao gave her a death glare until Xokku gave him a death glare. So now everybody was giving each other death glares.
Zuko was thinking about what just happened to him.
What's wrong with me? First I eat that orange, then I care if she goes walking with a rock, and now I played along in her stupid lie! Next thing I know, I'm going to be crazy! I don't care for some girl ! I need to find a way to escape so I can get the Avatar and regain my honor back…before those two idiots get him! And why does that girl, Yoshiro, keep on acting like she cares about me? She's the one that got me captured!
"Uh, Zuko?" Yoshiro knocked at the door.
"What?" Zuko almost barked at her.
"I'm…uh…sorry about tonight, Zuko." Yoshiro spoke rather rapidly.
"Why would you-," Yoshiro left before he finished his sentence.
Girls, they're weird, Zuko thought to himself as he started to meditate.
What's the point of apologizing? He's still going to be angry, no matter how much I say sorry. I think the only way for him to be 'happy', well, no. Not happy. I've never seen him happy. That would be creepy. No. I want him to be off MY ship, along with Commander Zhao. I have a bad feeling about that man…
Yoshiro was lying on her bed, thinking. It was late at night, and she wanted rest. She levitated a piece of the rock in her room and swirled it around.
"I wonder what would happen if someone found out," Yoshiro said to herself.
No one is. It's just a secret between you and your father.
"I'm thirsty," Yoshiro wanted a drink of water before going to bed.
She tiptoed down to the lower deck and heard talking.
"You're going to have to tell Yoshiro!"
She recognized that voice. Commander Zhao's.
"No! It's for the best!" Xokku's voice.
"Do you want me to tell her?"
"No. It'll be worse."
"Either you tell her, or I tell her, you'll be executed by the Fire Lord!"
Yoshiro felt her spine tingle. What had her father ever do that was bad?
What was supposed to be told to me? Yoshiro thought.
"If you tell her, you won't be executed."
"It could hurt her!"
"You knew this was going to happen, General Xokku. You made the choice that could change your life!"
"Yoshiro was a blessing to me!"
"A blessing that should have been killed!"
Yoshiro stifled her gasp.
Killed? Me? He must be lying. How could I have been supposed to be dead? I'm not dead.
Yoshiro ran up the stairs. She was in distraught. She didn't realize that her foot steps were heard.
"Yoshiro!" Xokku yelled for his daughter.
"She heard enough, Xokku. Now she's going to be against you," Zhao smirked.
"He was supposed to kill me? How did Zhao know this? That scheming, idiotic man! He must have overheard the conversation Father and I had. It's the only way possible!" Yoshiro paced back and forth in her room.
"Yoshiro?" Xokku knocked on the door.
"What? Are you trying to kill me? Leave me alone!" Yoshiro screeched at her father.
"Yoshiro please! I don't want to kill you! Let me explain!"
"I heard enough!" Yoshiro yelled.
"Yoshiro!" Xokku said.
"Leave me alone!" Yoshiro yelled.
It was futile. Xokku knew Yoshiro was furious at him. He couldn't tell his daughter anything. He needed someone else to tell her. Not Commander Zhao. He couldn't believe what he was about to do. Ask a sixteen year old banished prince to help him.
I have to start thinking about consequences more often. That, and never ask a sixteen year old's help again.
S.E.: Ooooooooh...I made up my mind. THIS IS NOT A ROMANCE STORY! I am horrible at romance stories!
Chi: Aint that the truth
S.E.: No one asked you!
Natasha: S.E., give it a try. You might like it
S.E.: NO! I am the author, I make the rules!
Chi: Riiiight