Chapter Seventeen: Vows and Suicidal Thoughts
Disclaimer: I don't own Avatar. I do own Yoshiro and Ieko.
"Admiral Zhao, no sign of the Avatar," A boy with brown hair reported to Zhao.
"He should be around here…" Zhao said.
"But sir-,"
"No buts. Send out twenty men, and order them to scout this island. If anyone gets in the way, give them permission to kill them," he said.
He nodded and rounded up twenty men.
"Scout the island. If anyone interferes, kill them," he ordered.
"That Ieko…he is such a pet," One of the men said.
"Rumor is, he's only Zhao's messenger boy because he's looking for someone," Another man said.
"Who?"
"Some girl, I guess. But that's just a rumor," he said.
Ieko went back into his quarters. It had been months since he joined up Zhao's regiment, and he still couldn't find a sign of her. She was his best friend, almost like a sister to him, considering he never remembered his family. Maybe she was more to him.
"I'll find you Yoshiro. I will," Ieko made a vow and then left.
"Yoshiro! Wake up! Don't you want to eat?" Iroh knocked on the door to wake her up. Yoshiro weakly opened her eyes.
Man, I was having a good dream too. I forgot I was on this ship with Zuko…ugh…
"Coming!" Yoshiro yelled. She changed into her regular clothes, and walked out. The sea was lit with the early sun rise, and Yoshiro could have stared at it forever if Zuko hadn't come along.
"What do you want?" Yoshiro asked, gazing at the sun.
"If you want to eat, you better eat now before the rest of the crew comes along," Zuko said, coldly.
"I'm not hungry anymore," Yoshiro spoke coldly, even in a colder tone than Zuko had said.
"Suit yourself."
Zuko went off and Yoshiro was still on the front of the ship.
God, I hate Prince Zuko. Had I known Zhao would have done this earlier, had I known everything earlier, I could have stopped this. I could have stopped my father's execution. But I didn't.
Yoshiro no longer felt like the happy, bubbly person she was. That was a long time ago.
"I hate myself."
Yoshiro left the deck and headed down to the galley.
"Well, look who decided to show up," One of Zuko's crew men said.
"Shut up. I just want an orange."
"We have no oranges."
"What? No oranges? Are they TRYING to kill me! I don't want to get scurvy!" Yoshiro yelled.
"Come to think of it, we have an orange," Iroh came in and gave something to Yoshiro. An orange.
"Thanks."
Yoshiro left the galley and headed back to her room.
Maybe I should kill myself. I could end it all. I wouldn't have to deal with the fact my father died, my mother died and the man who raised me died. I wouldn't have to deal with the fact I'm on a ship with someone I absolutely despise, or that I'm helping Zuko capture the Avatar, even though I don't want to.
Yoshiro thought about that for a long time. She peeled off the skin of the orange and bit into it.
Yoshiro! Don't kill yourself! You're only fifteen. Your father and mother died for you so you could live. Xokku died because he raised you instead of killing you. Don't give up Yoshiro. You might not be as happy and optimistic you were, but you can't kill yourself.
Yoshiro thought she would go crazy. Onehalf of her wanted her to commit suicide, while the other half of her didn't want her to die. She felt like she was losing it.
"I have got to get off this ship!" Yoshiro exclaimed.
S.E.: Sorry about the slow update. I've been doing other stuff. I have a life too you know!
Chi: I don't think they care
Natasha: Will Yoshiro kill herself?
S.E.: SHUT UP! She might, she might not.
Natasha: Jeez...