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(Everyone glares vehemently at WB)
First things first, IM SO SORRY!
I AM RIDICULOUSLY SORRY FOR NOT UPDATING SOONER!MY family and I went on a trip and I didn't have a computer so I spent that time to finish writing the story but I couldn't update it, but now I'm back so I can update, so there's no need to kill me okay?
(Still glaring) ………heehee…………?
(Large smoke screen)
(Smoke clears to reveal Zuko and Katara sitting in chairs a full 6 feet from each other, and leaning away from each other, unable to get any father however because they are chained together at the ankles.)
(and wrists)
(and necks)
(Zuko and Katara spot WB)
Z & K: YOU!
(WB grins sheepishly, then speaks with undeniable conviction in her voice)
WB: WELL? What was I supposed ot do? You two wouldn't even talk to each other after I told you what I'm planning to do to you both. You should be thanking me for giving you warning.
(Katara's eye twitches in irritation, but unfortunately for WB, Zuko is not that patient.)
(Camera zooms in on WB) (WB twitches in fear, then runs away screaming, camera stays still.)
(……………WAIT FOR IT…………..)
(Rather large fireball flies across screen in pursuit of WB)
(Camera turns to watch as WB, too stupid too dodge to the side, runs straight and is almost overtaken by the fireball when… Iroh blocks screen.)
Iroh: This is much too violent for such young eyes……………
…..#Fin#...
Now, for the chapter………………..
Read fools…
Tired eyelids opened half way, and a low groan echoed through the cramped quarters of the sickbay.
Grinning widely, an elderly man hobbled toward the occupant of the bed, clutching a small mortar and pestal to the armor of his chest.
The girl stared up at him through half-lidded eyes, still dizzy and unsure of her surroundings. Her vision had just begun to clear.
"I am glad that you have finally awakened! I was worried for a while." Katara swallowed the bile in her throat along with her dizziness, managing to focus on the face in front of her. Clutching her pounding head, she lifted herself into a sitting position. Her blue eyes met his.
Golden eyes, glittering with a childish mischief and a kindness and understanding usually reserved to grandfathers. "Here, take this." Katara stared blankly at the greenish brown concoction in the mortar. "Come now, it will help with the dizziness."
Katara reluctantly accepted the bowl, though she did not eat it. "Why should I trust you?" Katara only knew this man was from the Fire Nation, and by his armor, she could deduce he was a high ranking official in their military.
The old man chuckled, and Katara felt a lingering familiarity. She squinted, trying to identify him, digging through her memory, searching for the critical link. "I am quite sure you are wise enough not to trust men you do not know for quite some time. None-the-less, it would be to your benefit to take the medicine I have given you."
Katara's nose wrinkled at the awful stench it gave off but using the pestal, she reluctantly lifted a small bit of the mush and, closing her eyes, sampled it.
The concoction was as foul as the stench would have forewarned. Katara gagged and blindly drank from the cup offered to her. The soothing jasmine tea washed the bitter taste away and Katara muttered a reluctant thank you to the old gentleman, who merely smiled and offered to refill her cup.
Suddenly, the old man gave a slight jump and chuckled, beginning to speak. "Oh, forgive me, I failed to properly introduce myself. You may call me Uncle Iroh. My I inquire after your own name, Miss?"
Katara, however, could not speak, for her jaw had fallen to slack at the moment, though the period of silence was short lived. "You are the infamous General Iroh? The Dragon of the West?"
The Old general shook his head tiredly. "I have long since retired from the Fire Nation military. I would prefer if we abandoned such titles nad you merely addressed me as Uncle Iroh." His genial smile and subtle caring was so genuinely simple that Katara relaxed, and was comforted by the homely atmosphere the man offered. She offered her own smile to match his.
"It's a pleasure to meet you General...er….. Uncle Iroh." It was at that precise moment that the door to the sickchamber swung open to reveal the last person Katara wanted to see.
Smirking victoriously, Zuko spoke calmly. "Would you be so kind as to come with me my lady?" He turned, not waiting for an answer. Katara, knowing that her safety in this situation was precarious, followed without argument, and Iroh, sitting as he was, realized with some dissatisfaction that he still didn't know the pretty young lady's name. Well, he though resolutely, I'll just have to remedy that.
AN: That was fun. I don't really have any ideas for 30 seconds of randomness.
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