The Impossible

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Oh man… Perhaps this day wouldn't have been so bad if I had not been cramming information about math in my brain all day, and learning FRIDAY, AND NEXT FRIDAY were the exams… Gosh our school is run by some retards..

Yeah, and I need some help. My sister spilt SODA on the keyboard, and some of the keys are all screwy now. If any one has any advice/ways to fix this problem, I would be oh so happy…

Reviews:

Kimi Kaida- Thanks for the encouragement! 'Tis much needed.. Since I'm all new at fluffy fics.. And such.. Heh..

Lilgirl14- thanks for the review, I'll continue if people keep reviewing, and I have time to study in-between..

EmeraldWolf- Thanks for reviewing! Yeah.. I'm sorry I had to kill off poor uncle Iroh, but there's some reasons for it.. It all ties in the story. Somehow.. O.o;;

Dracori- Commander?Admiral?...Captain? O.o;; I'm glad he won't be in any further chapters.. Anytime soon anyway.. Yesh.. Iroh's dead...It's the only way I could think of tieing some parts in the story together, so bear with me..

----A blossoming friendship----

Zuko had left before the sun had risen. Despite all the pain when he walked, he had to bury Uncle Iroh. It was the least he could do for the old man, anyway. He looked down at the Avatar before he left, and a part of him wanted to stay.. Perhaps to become friends.. But that thought had to be shaken away. It would never work.

Zuko was in reach of the place he had been ambushed in, and very cautious around the place. He knew he couldn't go barging in where Uncle could possibly be..

After a few minutes of waiting, and realizing there were no traps, he stepped into the open, looking around. 'He's not here..' He thought glumly, and while stepping on the grass, looked down to find a large amount of footprints heading off into the denser part of the forest. He was still pretty cautious, because if a fight happened right now.. Well..

He didn't want to think about it.

Once he reached the camp.. Or what was left of the camp anyway, he was surprised. Giant paw prints went across the ground, results of a small battle, and it didn't look like the fire nation won. He stepped across the ground and bits of rubble, he found Iroh's body in a broken tent. He searched around for a shovel after that, and found a proper place to bury him. Although, burying him would be a lot harder with one broken arm, he wasn't going to give up.

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After a few hours, he finished Iroh's grave and set a few things to pay respect for the gods.

When he stood up, he lay his honey-colored eyes on the mound of dirt. "Goodbye, Uncle.." He bowed and turned, and hadn't realized someone had been watching him.

"What happened..?" The normally cheery annoying voice was filled with sadness.

That stupid boy..

The Avatar.

"Did he die..?"

"Why did you fallow-" Zuko's words were cut-off when the kid ran in to hug him, for whatever the reason, his head smashing into Zuko's stomach, and he almost shrieked in pain, but held his tongue.

"I'm sorry…" Said the kid's stupid muffled voice. Zuko could feel tears soaking through his shirt. "I….I-m sorry I'm crying.." He hiccupped and nuzzled his head further in Zuko's shirt. "He was the only…one you had.." He said, letting out a loud sob. As much as Zuko wanted to shove the kid aside, he slowly reached his hand down to pat the kid's back.. That's how his mom used to comfort him, anyway.. He wasn't to good at this 'cheer-up' thing..

After a little while, Aang moved his head back and wiped of his tears.

Zuko stared at his shirt.. 'Greaaat…just great..' He thought annoyed, and started walking back toward the camp. Aang turned his head and watched as Zuko walked away. He quickly ran after him. "Hey, Zuko! Wait up!" And stopped behind him, as they continued toward the camp.

Zuko changed into a different shirt, and grabbed some things that might prove useful to him, and Aang played around, before he stepped in one of the footprints.

'Could Appa have made these…?' He thought looking down, puzzled. Were Katara and Sokka looking for him..? Probly not. He stood there for a few minutes, before Zuko came up behind him. "Are you ready to leave, or what?" He said impatiently. Aang stared at him with wide eyes. (Like this O.O!) "You mean you'll really travel with me!" He said astatically. "Just until we reach a city, then we part Avatar, and it goes back to being the same." He started walking out of the camp, and Aang looked sadly at the ground. 'So we still aren't friends..' And he walked slowly to rejoin Zuko.

After a few hours of walking, Zuko's pace was slowing. Aang didn't notice, and kept skipping along the path. 'My stupid stomach is started to wrench up on me…' He thought, and to top that off, he had a HUGE migraine, and Aang's happy mood didn't help it at all. Aang finally stopped skipping, and looked back at him with concern. "Hey Zuko, you want to stop up ahead?"

Zuko stopped for a minute, as much as he wanted to rest, he didn't want the Avatar to think he was weak or anything. "Why, are you tired?" He said eyeing Aang.

"Ummm… Yes?" He said, plopping down against a tree, looking down the long dirt road ahead.

Zuko sat down slowly, careful not to rip his stomach wound to the point of it not healing, and lay against the tree, grimacing.

"Something wrong?" Aang asked. Zuko shot him a small glare. "No." Aang shook his head. This trip to the city would be a long one, and despite wanting to find a master, he still wanted to get on better terms with Zuko, but he was so stubborn, he doubted it would happen. He sighed and looked up at the sky. Winter was coming faster than it ever had before..

"Avatar, do you know what city your actually planning to go to?" Zuko questioned. "Aang." He said, looking Zuko in the eyes. "What?" He said, cocking his brow. "You called me 'Avatar'. My name is Aang." He said in a low tone, and turned his gaze to some rocks along the road.

"Fine… 'Aang'." Zuko said. "Where is this city at exactly?"

"The city of Omashu." He stated simply. "My friend Bumi could teach me, probly.." He thought back to the last time he'd seen Bumi and smiled. 'At least I'll have one friend at the city..' Zuko stood up, holding his stomach for a few seconds, and started off on the road.

Aang quickly hopped up out of his day dreams, and fallowed.

"We're a long way from there…" Zuko said. "So, lets stay at an Inn or something in the next town, and get something to eat."

Aang nodded, and they walked down the long, long road..

A few hours later, of Zuko constantly getting annoyed by Aang's super happiness, and non-stop humming, they reached a small town and found an Inn. Although Zuko had enough money, (For any normal Inn anyway) The man had turned him down at the reception. "Sorry, but we don't take kindly to men from the fire nation," The man said sourly, "But I'm sure the alley next to us will befit you." He had a smug smile on his face, which quickly turned to a fearful expression as Zuko set some things on fire, and he said, "W-we'll give you our b-b-best room, Sir," And held up a key to the smirking banished prince, while Aang shook his head.

When they got in the room, it was close to dark, so they decided to eat in the morning. Zuko pulled out his hair tie, and took off his shirt and laid under the covers. The room had had two separate beds, so Zuko finally got to sleep alone. Aang got in his bed, and wasn't as tired as Zuko, he stared up at the ceiling in the dark, nicely colored room. It had been painted in liking to the Earth Kingdom, tons of hues of green, and two dragons painted on the wall. Zuko was about to close his eyes, when the soft voice across him spoke out.

"Zuko?"

"…What?" He grumbled, clearly wanting to sleep.

"…How did you ever lose your place at the throne? Katara told me you were banished or something, but how did it happen?"

"That's none of your business." He said sharply, and rolled on his side, ignoring the boy.

"Did you want to be prince..? To be someone important?"

Zuko shut out Aang's questions. He hadn't even thought of what he'd do when he was prince… If he ever became prince, that is.

" I never wanted to be the Avatar…" Aang's voice trailed off, kind of sad.

"It kind of upset me when I found out.. My friends at the temple no longer wanted to hang out with me, and I had to train all the time.. They even threatened to take away my one true parent.. Or, at least, the one person I thought of as a parent." He smiled after remembering him.

"And, after all the things that have happened, I'm kind of glad I've lived this long, and come into this time. Meeting all my new friends…" He thought sadly about Katara and Sokka. 'And,..' He added in his thoughts. 'I'm glad I met you, Zuko.' And he turned on his side.

"Good night, Zuko."

"Whatever.." came Zuko's reply, and he quickly fell asleep.

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The duel kept flashing through his head… being banished.. And being burned… So many things had happened.. But the one thing that kept flashing through his head was his sister.

When growing up, they had been close. But, the day he lost the fight.. The day he was banished, she scoffed at his appearance.

And when she had left him for dead… He hated her.

Her stupid cackle kept echoing through his head..

And then he could feel being burned.. She sent a blaze of fire at him, and he was to slow. The sizzling flames hit him, and he fell to the ground, her cackling.

'Dear brother, you have met your match.' She said, raising her hand, flames erupting from it, and sent them straight at him---

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He felt a soft hand on his forehead.. And opened his eyes, to see Aang standing over him. "You have a fever," He said worriedly.

Zuko sat up, moving Aang's hand from his face, and rubbed his head. 'And a headache, to..' he thought annoyed.

"It's nothing," but Aang continued staring worriedly. "Zuko got up, slid on his shirt, and tied his hair back up. "Let's go get something to eat," And walked out the door, Aang slipping on some shoes and quickly fallowed him.

They stopped at a small restaurant, and Zuko received many glares from people, but ignored them like always.

After eating, they left and started down a long path.

"The sky sure is dark.." Aang said looking up, a raindrop hitting him in the eye, he rubbed it out and shook his head.

Zuko sighed. 'Rain..' He HATED rain. They stopped and sat underneath a tree, watching as a downpour started. Lightening flashed across the sky, and Aang stared up. 'I wonder how Katara and Sokka are doing..' He looked across the ground as the rain began to gather in small puddles. "Great…" Zuko mumbled. "If I knew it would've rained, we should have stayed in the Inn." He sat back against the tree, ignoring the pain in his stomach, and was beginning to fall asleep.

His body healing the wounds was taking longer than expected, and taking all of his energy away from him.

Aang stared up as another flash of lightening and a large boom of thunder raged across the sky. Aang stared over at Zuko for a few minutes, and Zuko noticed this. "What?" He growled. Aang shrugged, and reached his hand out to Zuko's face, and he flinched.

Aang's fingers traced themselves along Zuko's scarred face. "Who did this..?" Zuko stared blankly for a few minutes. Though he hated to admit it, Aang's touch felt kind of..

..Nice.

Those thoughts left his head as he grabbed Aang's hand, not roughly, and he moved it off his face.

"…It happened a long time ago," He said annoyed, trying to hide the fact he wanted to tell Aang, but not now. Maybe when the time was right.. Besides, they weren't friends. He was just going to accompany him to Omashu, that was the least he could do for all the times Aang had helped him. Then, it would go back to being the same.. Well, maybe not the same, but somewhere close, anyway.

The rain started pouring down harder.

He rested against the tree, and started to drift off to sleep, and Aang curled up underneath his arm once again.

But, it didn't matter. He felt he needed someone close for right now..

Just for once, anyway.

They slept there for a long time before the clouds finally cleared away, and the sun was back to its' usual place in the sky, when Aang got up, stretching, and to his amazement, saw Appa crossing his way through the sky. "APPA!" He yelled out of excitement, forgetting Zuko was asleep.

Zuko groaned and rubbed his eyes. "Who's Appa?" He said half-asleep.

Aang turned his head back to Zuko, and a thought struck him.

'Sokka and Katara will never allow Zuko to travel with us.. And, its not like they were looking for me, anyway. They could be headed for the city, it was close by..'

He sighed and turned his eyes back to the place Appa had been, and then downcast his eyes back to the ground. Zuko stared confused, and got up, stretching. Aang shook his head, and ran to Zuko, grabbing his hand. "C'mooon," He urged, "Lets go!"

Zuko stared at their hands touching for the moment, and Aang began dragging him off in the direction of the City.

After five hours of walking, they came in sight of the city.

"It's bigger than I had remembered.." Aang said, eyes full of excitement. The thought of seeing Bumi again made him want to go inside.

"This is where we part, Aang." Zuko said, and began walking, before being thrown off his feet, and hitting the ground hard.

"No, Zuko, This is where you'll pay for what you did!"

A female's voice….

Aang practically screamed when he saw Zuko tear across the ground so far.

Zuko slowly got up, and faced his enemy.

Aang paled when he saw who'd hit Zuko so hard..

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And that's the end of chapter three. I was able to post it quicker than I thought I would.. Maybe that's because I had no homework... Friday probly wont have any updates, but it possibly will…Theres no telling.

I'll get out early on Friday, but I'm not so sure I'll be able to think up any ideas for a chapter that soon, and I'll be tired from exams so.. Just hang tight, and review. I'm always open for encouragement/Corrections on the story!