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Or the songs I'm about 2 use…

Chapter 7: Love of Letting

This chapter is based on the songs, Let It Be and Love Me Do by the Beatles.

Kellie felt a pair of warm lips press against her own, as she slowly woke from a good, heavy sleep.

Strange. Zuko never kisses me until AFTER I open my eyes. Must be getting desperate.

If he is, then that's just plain creepy.

Kellie slowly realized something, whoever this person was, they had a chest that was more ripped then Zuko's, and only two people fit that description that Kellie knew of…

Kellie cracked one eye open, and screamed at the sight. Out of nowhere, Kellie bent a waterwhip at the man kissing her.

He wrenched himself away, and steam came off him.

Kellie got off the bed, and looked at him. Her eyes were bigger than 50 cent pieces.

It was Ozai.

After Ozai recovered from the shock, he looked at Kellie with bewilderment.

"You waterbend too?" Kellie slowly backed away, then ran out the door, leaving Ozai standing in his room.

She sprinted through the Palace, not stopping for anything. She was just a black blur working its way toward Zuko's room…

Kellie leaned against the inside of the closed door as she ran into Zuko's room. She looked around, and felt comfort that Zuko wasn't around. She didn't want to answer questions right now.

Kellie went through her luggage, and pulled out a small, hand held instrument. She walked over to the balcony that was apart of the room, and sat on the railing, and began to sing…

Zuko smiled as he walked back from the training hall. He had worked up a good sweat and now was ready for a hot shower. When he entered his room, he heard a voice.

Love, love me do.

You know, I love you.

You know, I'll be true.

So ple-ease, love me do.

Oh, love me do.

And he heard a strange instrument playing. He walked out to his balcony, and saw Kellie sitting on the railing, holding a shimmering piece of metal to her lips, and blowing, while sliding the metal back and forth.

Love, love me do.

You know, I love you.

You know, I'll be true.

So ple-ease, love me do.

Oh, love me do.

"What are you doing?" Kellie stopped singing and playing and looked at him.

"Singing a song that sorta represents Ozai." Zuko cocked his head.

"How does it represent my father?" Kellie looked out at the city.

"You don't need to know." Zuko walked forward.

"Yes I do, Kellie. He's my father. What did he do?" And he placed a hand on her shoulder. Kellie jumped off the railing, and ran away from his hand.

"DON'T TOUCH ME!" She hissed.

"Why?" Kellie whirled around to face Zuko. Her face showed anger, but her eyes showed fear.

But of what?

"Kellie, it's alright, if you tell me, I'll under-" But Kellie cut him off.

"NO! NO ONE WILL EVER UNDERSTAND! EVERYONE WILL SAY THEY KNOW, BUT THEY DON'T! THEY DON'T KNOW WHAT IT'S LIKE TO BE ME! THEY WOULDN'T KNOW IF THEY WALKED A MILE IN MY SHOES! THEY'D HAVE TO WALK THE LENGTH OF ETERNITY TO KNOW WHAT IT'S LIKE TO BE ME!" And Kellie ran out of the room. Leaving one confused Zuko in her dust.

She ran down to the training hall. Luckily, it was empty. Kellie started to practice her firebending, but soon stopped. She just started to punch and kick at the air. Soon after that, she started to punch and kick herself.

Firebenders need to let their emotions out, but Kellie had always done the exact opposite. She held them in. So now, with years of anguish building itself inside of her, she felt the urge to hurt something. And herself was the only option.

Kellie punched herself until her eye was pure black, and blood came out of her mouth. And so she could spit out a tooth.

Finally, she was on her hands and knees, gasping. Kellie was in bad shape, and needed help.

Unsteadily, Kellie got to her feet, and hobbled back to Zuko's room to wash away the blood. No one could know. She could deal with the pain. It was her own to bear.

But when Kellie got to Zuko's room, she never washed away the blood. She just threw herself on the bed, and began to sing.

Zuko had been at breakfast when Kellie beat herself up. But when he returned to his room, he heard a sorrowful voice singing.

Let it be,

Let it be.

Oh, let it be,

Oh let it, be.

Whisper words of wisdom,

Let it be. Oh! Oh.

He walked to the balcony, and saw Kellie, hugging her knees, singing in a corner, and crying.

Let it be,

Let it be.

Oh let it be,

Oh let it be.

Whisper words of wisdom,

Let it be. Oh! Oh.

"Kellie? What's wrong?" Kellie looked up at him, then out to the city.

She needed to see individuality, difference, some sort of comfort of seeing nature. Real nature.

But Kellie didn't get that. She could only see metal, metal and the bloody red.

Weird. Red used to be my favorite color. Now I hate it.

Shut the fuck up.

And there was no nature. It stung worse than Japanese hornets.

"Nothing." Zuko gritted his teeth.

"Wrong answer. Something's wrong, and I want to know what." Kellie looked up at him, anger evident.

"SHUT UP, WILL YA? GET OFF MY CASE! YOU'RE NOT MY MOTHER!" Kellie stopped at mother, tears went to her eyes, and she ran and threw herself on the bed.

"MOTHER!" Kellie cried into her pillow. She needed her family, someone to pour her heart and soul into, and relieve her pain.

But her family wasn't here, and, she might never see them again.

I really looked forward to being an aunt.

Zuko watched her helplessly. If he tried to help, she would hurt herself more. Zuko could only hope Kellie would get over it.

That was the problem with love. You need to love them enough so they can try and fight their nightmares, their torments.

Zuko did it, so could Kellie.

Of course, Kellie was the REASON why Zuko got over it.

Kellie, had only herself.

Let it be.

Love me do.

Whisper words of wisdom,

You know, I love you.

Let it be. Oh! Oh.

Wow, poor Kellie. Must really b feeling bad.

INSANITY AT ITS FINEST
LONG LIVE HIPPIES!

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