A/N READ THIS, OR YOU WON'T UNDERSTAND WHAT'S GOING ON!

Italics, like this mean someone's thoughts

Underlined italics means their thoughts, but the side of them that they don't usually show. I.E, Zuko's good side, Aang's bad side.

THIS WILL BE IN EFFECT FOR THE REST OF THE STORY! I HOPE YOU WERE PAYING ATTENTION!

"It's all over the pl-ace!

Even in your f-ace!

You're all tied up!

I have a cup!

I threw some bread at you!

And you threw bread at me too!

Lint!"

Aang finished his song and looked hopefully at the Fire Benders. Iroh was clapping, and Zuko was scowling, as usual. Aang had been trying to get the older boy to admit that he had smiled for the past two hours, with no luck. He was starting to wonder if he had just imagined the whole thing.

"Avatar?" asked Zuko. "You know how I said that the Llama Song was the most random thing I've ever heard? I've changed my mind. This is."

Aang grinned. "Well, that's why they call it 'The Song of Randomness'! But, actually, I think the Llama Song is randomer. Is that a word?"

"No, and this song is."

"The Llama Song is."

"Song of Randomness!"

"Llama Song!"

"Random!"

"Llama!"

"Random!"

"Llama!"

"Random!"

"Hey, you didn't say this was childish, or make rude comments about my intelligence and maturity, or lack of them!"

Zuko blinked at him. "So does that mean you admit that I'm right?"

"Nope!" Aang responded cheerfully.

"Nephew, I am surprised at you," Iroh told them. "You seem to be having a civil conversation with young Aang, accepting the situation for what it is. You're improving."

Zuko turned around and noticed him for the first time. He turned back to Aang. "Majority rules?" he asked.

"Fair enough," agreed the Avatar.

"What?" asked Iroh, confused.

"You decide which song is randomer," began Aang.

"Not a word," Zuko reminded him.

"And we'll abide by your decision," he finished.

"And stop arguing," added Zuko, knowing how to get to his uncle.

Iroh considered this. When Aang and Zuko weren't arguing, they were trying to kill each other (at least, Zuko was trying to kill Aang) or one was sulking, the other gloating. Still, while their argument hadn't been annoying, (it had been friendly, as Zuko went) it was nice of them to consult him. They almost seemed to be friends now, although their reaction to his decision would tell.

"Alright," he said finally. "I'll do it." And he lay down and began the process of falling asleep.

"What are you doing, Uncle?" demanded Zuko.

"I'm sleeping," Iroh answered, although he obviously wasn't. "I need my sleep to decide something this momentous."

The pair waited for a moment until he fell asleep. It was a very short moment, as Iroh was very quick to nod off. Then Zuko heard a snorting noise coming from the other cage. Turning around, he saw that the Avatar was also curled up, snoring loudly.

"What are you doing?" he asked, as rudely as possible.

Aang looked up. "How did you know I wasn't asleep?"

"There's no way that you snore that loudly," Zuko responded. "And besides, you kept opening one eye and closing it again really quickly. My question still stands, though. What are you doing?"

"I'm trying to see how your uncle falls asleep that quickly, and that often," explained Aang. "Let him lie down for two seconds and…" he made a snoring sound, which was echoed by Iroh.

Both boys laughed quietly. What am I doing? wondered Zuko. He's the Avatar, my enemy. I decided I would pretend to like him, make him think I was his friend, but I'm getting too good at pretending. Now I think I'm his friend. And I'm not. I hate him.

Under normal situations, whispered the side of his mind that listened to Uncle Iroh, the side Aang called his 'conscience'. But this is different. You're stuck with him. No matter what. You've got to admit it, he's not a bad kid.

He's the Avatar! the sane, normal Zuko argued. He's against everything the Fire Nation believes in. He's… he's… evil!

And you're good, I suppose? Face it, Zuko, the good guys don't try to kidnap or kill twelve-year-olds. The good guys don't attack women and children without warning. The good guys don't lay siege to cities. The good guys don't imprison people for having talents you fear.

When did I do that?

You didn't. That was where the Earth Benders were all kept, far away from any land that they could bend. That wasn't you. That was your father.

My father is not evil! Go away!

I can't, and you know it. Like it or not, Zuko, you have a conscience. Me. And that's what makes you different from your father, or Zhao, or any of the others back home. That's why you're out here instead of safely inside Fire Nation, going through normal adolescent struggles without having to worry about the Avatar.

NO, IT'S NOT!

"Oh, I wish I was in the land of cotton!

Old times there are not forgotten.

Look away!

Look away!

Look away!

Dixie land!"

"What?" demanded Zuko, for the umpteenth time that day.

"What, what?" retorted Aang. "I'm singing."

"As usual," sighed Zuko, resigned to both Aang's singing and never being able to finish the conversation with… himself. Okay, maybe this was a good thing. He'd been with Iroh and Aang for too long, he was starting to go crazy.

Considering that your opinion of normal is a homicidal murderer, and your role model is the same, maybe that's a good thing too, put in his conscience.

I'm sixteen. I'm too old to have a role model.

Then stop trying to imitate random homicidal murderers. Or you'll grow up to be just like them. Oh, wait… too late!

Zuko wished his conscience would shut up.

A/N Okay, I'm done with this chapter. Thanks to all of you who reviewed, Note to Amberhawk: Yes, Zuko did smile, I know he doesn't do that on a normal basis, but he's going through 'emotional growth'. At least, that's what my mom would say, she's a psychologist, so I guess she's going to be the one to understand Zuko best, he needs one. They all do.

HEY, PEOPLE! I'VE GOT A QUESTION ABOUT HOW TO WRITE THE NEXT CHAPTER! RESPOND, AND GET TO TELL ME WHAT TO DO WITHOUT BEING YELLED AT!

Okay, so there's the Llama Song, and there's the Song of Randomness, courtesy of my little brother, he owns it, not me. So, let me ask you, which one do you think is randomer? Or, which one would Iroh think is randomer? Majority rules, so vote on it, and maybe I'll actually be able to make the next chapter something that isn't stalling.