Recap:

Jet wakes up to see a certain prince pressed against him, different emotions run through the rebel's mind. When both are fully awake the two teens head off toward the ports but who knows how long that will take...

It seemed that he was now going a wild goose chase, except it wasn't quite wild yet…except when he woke up to see a prince pressed against him.

Chapter Five: Yesterday's Feelings

The air hummed with life as the night slowly began to fade away like a dream. Jet never realized how long it took him to hunt without his swords let alone his broken arm. Jet came back to camp with two dead rabbits held in each hand. The rebel felt the god-like firebender watching his every move like a hawk. Jet rubbed his hands after placing the two dead animals on the dirt floor. Sitting cross-legged he reached out and grabbed the ashy-colored rabbits.

With practiced movements, he drew his hunting knife, skinned and gutted the rabbits, and then – putting aside the hearts, lungs, and kidneys, and livers – buried the viscera so that the scent would not attract scavengers. Jet spitted the carcasses on a want of dogwood and suspended then between two forked branches pounded into the ground, curtsey of Zuko. Jet slowly began to turn the wand to cook the meat evenly. The rebel sighed with relief, because of his arm he had a difficult time with hunting and fixing the food up but now that was over.

Zuko watched with silent satisfaction but soon returned to his thoughts. Lately I'm not quite myself. I'm losing my mind to this prince. This isn't me…but I like this new side. Never…have I felt if my eyes were finally opened up. Jet thought with amusement as he glanced at the prince, who was also deep in thought. He continued to turn the wand slowly and returned his attention to the pieces of meat that began to turn a deep golden color.

"We should leave after we eat…it will probably take us a few days to reach the ports." Zuko mused as he rubbed his bare chin thoughtfully and moved his way closer to the food. Jet handed the prince's portion of the food silently and pondered over this situation. Taking a bite of the meat he felt his taste buds scream in joy, before he knew it he finished his meal with content. Putting out the fire, Zuko got up and brushed himself up before turning his gaze toward the path ahead.

Zuko could see through the bushes a sea of lime-green grass that rippled in the wind like waves. The prince breathed in the fresh air and it felt like a drug that dulled his senses. The ground soon came closer to him and the moist dirt filled his nostrils and cleared his mind for a moment. "How can you still think I'm your goddamn slave!" hissed a voice in his ear.

Flames filled Jet's vision and the prince was back on his feet with a confused look on his face. "Jet…if you have any common sense you will stop while you can." Zuko spoke in a firm tone. The rebel gave out a cold laugh and walked up toward the prince slowly until they he was a hand's length away. The prince noticed that Jet had his weapons back but he didn't show his anger or shock. "Tell me Zuko…tell me how you feel about this whole situation, war…but tell, first, how you feel about me." Jet spoke in a dark whisper.

Zuko felt his brain freeze in shock, what should I say? "Tell me!" Jet shouted in anger as he raised his weapon slowly. The prince swept his legs underneath the rebel's and didn't wait to see the rebel fall on his back. Zuko dashed across the sea of swaying grass with a feeling of fear to face the truth if Jet feel's differently. "Why am I running?" the prince spoke to himself in slight humiliation of this sign of weakness.

"Yes, why are you running?" Jet growled angrily and tackled the other teen from behind. They rolled across the ground each of them trying to avoid each other's vicious blows. But in the end Zuko found himself pinned on the ground with Jet's hunting knife ready to strike his exposed throat. "Tell me, Zuko!" Jet growled angrily as his chestnut eyes searched for answer on the prince's face. "I'll tell you how I feel…I feel like all of this is heaven." Zuko spoke in a taunting voice as he expected his death.

Jet was taken aback by this comment and allowed himself to lower his knife back to his own waist. "What?" Jet asked softly but found himself on his back with his arms pinned. Jet felt an inhuman shiver run down his spine as Zuko was in a straddle position on top of him. "Must I repeat myself?" Zuko spoke in a firm tone but Jet found a hint of relief in it. The rebel watched as his face neared his own slowly and the rebel closed his eyes and waited for what he has been waiting for all along. Jet could taste the prince's breath that tasted of charcoal and a hint of the fresh sea air.

A voice broke through Zuko's spell that held Jet's breath and heart like two iron clamps. "Excuse me, young sirs. But I have an item that was predicted to give to a young man with a broken arm who is traveling with a scarred traveler." spoke a clear voice. Zuko jerked his head back up and looked at a man dressed in a blue attire with an odd whisker-like mustache. Releasing his hold on the rebel leader, Zuko glared dangerously at the man and spoke back in a vicious voice, "An item? From who..." Jet bit the inside of his lip and felt disappointment rush into him as he found himself feeling empty.

The man smiled and seemed unaffected by Zuko's tone of voice and replied, "By Aunt Wu…this is for your friend over there." Zuko was given a small vile with swirling red liquid that seemed to resemble blood. "How does this…Aunt Who know us?" Jet spoke in an aggravated tone as he got up and snatched the vile from Zuko. Examining the vile he took of the top and took a whiff of the content. "Smells like some kind of herb." the rebel muttered to the prince. The man spoke in an offended tone, "It is Aunt Wu not Aunt Who. Going on, she wishes to have a word with both of you for she is a fortuneteller and her predictions are always right. Well I must be on my way, just travel west and you will find our village."

The two teens watched the man leave before giving each other a questioning look. "I guess I better try this then." the rebel leader broke the silence as he turned away from Zuko in slight embarrassment. He still recalled how the prince attempted to kiss him or what it seemed like Zuko was doing. The prince grunted in response and found himself studying his surroundings to ease his mind. Drinking the blood-red liquid he could feel a burning sensation travel to his throat throughout his body. Shivering slightly he turned to the prince, "We should head toward this village…we can get some decent food and shelter there. Also it is along the way toward the ports." Zuko didn't question the rebel's words but nodded silently. They both walked in silence for they both shared a deep sense of shame and regret.

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Lin13: Hell ya he's a god. Oh Zuko-kun...much love to you.

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