Hey everyone! I'm at a roadblock for my other stories (my FMA Anger Management and POTC Sober Sparrow). My 5 year old has me watching Avatar, so here we are.
Also, I'm dissapointed in you guys! Not one review! Pathetic! You know I love you guys!
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He lay back, gazing at the moon. 'I wonder what they're doing right now?' He was sure they were doing something fun together -- never mind the fact they never had fun before. He sighed, rolling over to look at his traveling companion. His uncle had been so good to him, volunteering to follow him when he was banished. 'Poor Uncle. He doesnt even know how much he's been leading, not following.' Not that he would ever tell him, of course. He couldn't even find words to tell his uncle that going back didn't really matter, and catching tha Avatar was only an excuse to keep moving. He knew his father never loved him as a son and only looked at him as an heir. His sister was always distant.. he never thought she would try to kill them though. The Prince shook his head. His sister was really as cruel and twisted as their father.
Iroh snorted in his sleep, startling Zuko out of his thoughts. Shaking his head, Zuko shook his head and returned his gaze to the sky. It was starting to get light. He rubbed his now fuzzy head and sat up. Time to get going. He smiled softly at his uncle, curled in a fetal position as he slept peacefully. No, he could never tell his uncle how much he meant to him.
"Uncle, get up!" Iroh snorted and mumbled something about breakfast. "No breakfast! We need to get going! You don't think that Azula will be sleeping in, do you?" Iroh finally sat up. "Really, Zuko," he admonished, "you should learn to be more patient. Us old people need our rest. Would you care for a cup of calming tea? You look like you could use it."
Zuko scowled, more out of habit than actual frustration. Truth was, he enjoyed these little arguments with his uncle. He knew Iroh did as well. He glared at his maddening uncle, allowing his irritation with his other family to show on his face. "Hurry up! We need to move soon!" Turning around he stormed off.
When he was out of sight of the camp, Zuko looked up at the sky again. On second thought, he didn't really care what they were doing. He would see his family again soon. And when he did, he would be the one in control.
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Yes, I know that sucked. Help inspire my creativeity and send me ideas of who I should write in here. No flames please, especially by those who habe no stories up.