Denial
By: Iroh's Tea Shoppe Girls
Disclaimer: We do not own Avatar: The Last Airbender. If we did, IrohxJun would be soo canon.
The exiled prince didn't like the bounty hunter woman as much as his uncle did. She just struck him as being of cheap quality, yet costly. Just his uncle's kind of woman.
Prince Zuko was grateful that Iroh never seemed to even think of Katara that way. But then again, Katara was too dark skinned to hold the Dragon of the West's attention. Iroh had always wrongly assessed the young water bender as weak, and he liked his women strong.
"Nephew," Iroh gently called, interrupting Zuko's dark thoughts. "What did you think of the woman? The one with the beast that can track down people."
"Her?" Zuko asked, caught off-guard. His uncle normally didn't ask how his nephew felt about the women he bedded, much less ever asked his opinion. "She seemed like your type."
"Yes," Iroh agreed happily. "I was more wondering if you thought she was your type nephew. After all, I am getting old…"
The exiled prince raised and eyebrow, wondering what his uncle was exactly getting at. "She's not my type. Too crude, too arrogant. Besides, I don't have time for women."
"Too crude?" Iroh reiterated with a hint of disbelief. Smiling he suggested, "I think maybe her skin is just too light for your taste."
"What are you getting at Uncle?" Zuko snapped.
"Nothing," Iroh muttered. "Just, well, you might just not be interested in her because she looks nothing like that girl. You know, the water bender."
"Katara?" the burnt fire bender asked in a mocking tone. "Surely you must be joking - she means nothing to me. It was funny the first time, now it's just stupid Uncle."
Iroh nodded. "Maybe you're just depressed about letting the Avatar slip through your fingers once again."
"Exactly," the prince snapped. It was the perfect excuse. Before the old man could say anything else Zuko got up to leave. "Good night Uncle."