Wow, I'm having such a blast writing this fic! I had no idea it would be this much fun! I hope it's as much fun to read as it is to write, but I imagine what's going on in my head is much more detailed then what's on the internet. Nick and the creators own everything, rated for later violence, language, and fluff.
Omashu-
"BUMI!" Aang flung himself into his old friend's arms. "How ya doin, old pal?" The gang had once again arrived at Omashu to find Aang's old friend Bumi still alive, surprisingly. They were now in the banquet hall, with a table groaning under the weight of another grand feast.
"Hahaha, old pal. Haha. Good one Aang." Katara and Aang looked at Sokka. "Yeah, see old, as in, old friend, and old man... Ah, never mind." Sokka sat down at the table and immediately began to tear into a chicken leg.
"So, Aang, what brings you here again?" Bumi asked, sitting Aang down beside him. "Up for another duel?"
"Um, no that's ok. I need a favor, Bumi, I've mastered air, and almost water. I was wondering if you would be my earth bending teacher." Aang gave Bumi his famous dopey smile.
"Ahaha! Me, a teacher?" Bumi snorted and had a good five minute laugh. "I couldn't teach a slug!"
"Um... Slugs can't learn..." Aang looked confused.
"Exactly!" Bumi had another good laugh. "So of course I'll teach you! I'd be honored."
There was another moment of confused silence, with Bumi looking expectantly (And a bit insanely) at Aang. "Awright!" Aang cheered, hugging Katara.
"We'll start tomorrow. And for now, a feast!" With that, everyone began to tear into the food.
Somewhere in the Woods-
Zuko grunted as, once again, he was tossed unceremoniously to the ground. "Zuko! How many times do I have to tell you? You need support! The attack is nothing if you do not have support for the fire and the punch. A-"
"Weak punch produces weak fire." Zuko muttered.
"If you know it so well then why do you not practice it?" Iroh demanded. "You act as if you know everything Zuko, but the truth is you are still only 16. You still have much to learn."
"Oh, and you're perfect then, are you?" Zuko demanded, not able to come up with a better scathing reply.
Iroh sighed and sat down on a tree stump. "I'm not perfect. I, too, need to improve. If I was perfect, I would have been able to save my son." Iroh looked to the sky, suppressing his tears. "That is why I must be the best I can, so I can protect you. But, Zuko, think. Why must you be perfect?"
"To capture the Avatar." Zuko replied at once.
"Why?" Iroh pressed.
"So my father will accept me back."
"Is that what you truly want?" Iroh asked.
"Yes..." Zuko faltered. "Yes." He said more firmly. "Iroh, I look up to you. But when it comes down to it, you are still only my uncle. I need to show my father that I can be the best. I can be better than my sister." Zuko turned and walked back to camp, leaving Iroh alone on the stump.
Wow, super short chapter. Others will be longer, I swear! You know, I might end up combining this one with the first... Eh, who knows?