WindBender is standing very straight with a poorly made backdrop of an ant colony behind her.

WB: Hello the people(and aliens)of Fanfiction. I am Kitamura Tomoe, reporting to you live from this horrible scene of chaos, destruction, and other things of such categories. Behind me you can see the horrible destruction of this terrible tragedy.

low snickers behind the camera

I am still shocked myself that such an event could actually take place. The entire globe is in a state of lethargia, caused by the heavy air, the heavy presence of this pain in our world.

More snickering, less quiet

WB glances just above camera at whoever is behind it with a curious, confused expression, then returns to overly professional bearing

Anyway, the authorities have recently announced that………..umm……….that…………

WB is staring curiously to her left ………….ummmm……….I'm sorry, Iroh, what are you doing?

camera turns to face Uncle Iroh standing in a tight pink leotard

Iroh blinks for a moment I'm practicing my ballet of course. Would you like to join me?

camera shakes for a moment, then falls, facing it's holder, who is revealed to be Prince Zuko, who is now rolling on the floor in hysteric laughter

WB: No Iroh. I don't want to practice ballet. walks off set in huff, mumbling about stupid old men and their ballet suits, and stupid princes with their stupid uncles who are old and wear stupid ballet suits stupidly(that's quite a mouthful for just a mumble)

Iroh blinks once more, then shrugs, returning to his ballet Zuko, I believe you are right. Girls ARE weird.

Zuko, who had just returned to a state of calm, collapses once more in laughter, dropping camera. Camera breaks and fizzles out from the fall.

fin

Anyways, disclaimer: Honestly, I believe disclaimers are made by authors to rub it in our faces that we didn't come up with such awesome books, shows, and such. Heh. Stupid author jerks, who own Avatar, which I do not.

Anyways, on with the show. READ or don't. SO HAHAHAHAHAHAHA.

Chapter 5

Clenching her eyes shut desperately, Katara felt dizziness seep into her mind. She felt nauseas, but didn't pay much thought to this realization at the moment, being far more concerned with her state of falling rather quickly ot what seemed an imminent doom.

She waited, expecting to see flashes of her life. She focused, her eyes clenching tighter, no longer screaming.

Concentrating this hard was making her dizzier, and she blocked thought in general out, and with a soft thud, landed in the waiting arms of the least likely person to be imagined.

Slowly, fearfully, Katara opened her eyes, and when she found herself staring up into the eyes of the most terrifying person she had ever seen, she passed out, her head lolling into the shoulder of her rescuer and greatest fear.

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Prince Zuko pulled himself off the deck, lunging forward, instinct driving him to save the helpless figure falling from the bison above him.(AN: Another mouthful)

It took every bit of his efforts to pull himself to an abrupt stop when he found himself inches from his uncle, who stood with the newly caught girl in his arms.

Glancing over the general shoulder, he watched as the girl glanced up at his uncle for a moment, cross-eyed and confused then her eyes slid closed and she sunk into Iroh's shoulder.

Turning on his heel, Iroh marched toward the hatch and down the steps, taking extra time and care not to jostle the girl.

Zuko stared darkly at the bison who was disappearing into the distance, but the grim line of his mouth twitched at the corners, disguising the smile he forced back desperately.

"You wouldn't leave the girl, would you Avatar? No. You aren't that selfish. You can't abandon her like that. I guess we'll be seeing each other more often." His voice was soft, almost inaudible, even to his own trained ears.

Loosing the malicious grin he had held at bay, he turned and stomped down the hatch, following the scent of old tea leaves and aged brass characteristic of his uncle. But on the air, a new scent hung. One of the salty cleansing air of the ocean.

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If you can read that, more power to you. Umm………well………….I am really sorry about how long it took to update. For all you Iroh lovers, there will be a lot more of Iroh in the next chapter, and our first Zuko/Katara contact. It should be a very long chapter, because I'm gonna be trying to portray a very persistent image of the circumstances. Umm, anyways, THANK YOU TO ALL OF MY REVIEWERS!30 REVIEWS!I FEEL SO LOVED.

Now, if you don't mind, please push the little blue button and submit a review. I'm trying to get at least 100 by the end of this story. Flames will be used to fuel Prince Zuko's ship so he can catch Aang, and if I get enough flames, he might even eat Aang. Uhhh……….I mean………nevermind. Oh, and a quick reminder. MY MOM READS MY REVIEWS. PLEASE ONLY SAY STUFF IN THE REVIEWS THAT PERTAIN TO THE STORY. Thank you for your cooperation.

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WindBender