Disclaimer: If I owned Avatar, then Momo would be able to talk, and Appa would be green. Seeing as this hasn't happened, I obviously don't own the Avatar. I just happen to own Kila.
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3
Kila's head was reeling. She goes to sleep one night, and wakes up the next day in some strange city. When she went to go investigate where she had suddenly appeared, everyone gawked at her jeans and suggested that she was a witch come to slay them all. So, she had to find a market place and steal some of the clothes from a stand, which she was not proud of. Plus, they didn't fit correctly, which was a pain.
After a few days of her crawling around looking for coins, food, or any kind of clue to get her back home, she was snatched up by an old fat man and carried off to his house, where she was ordered to cook. This was another problem, seeing as the food he had did not come out of a box, and with directions. After a few horrid and burnt tries however, she was able to make something that resembled food. At least Commander Porky didn't seem to notice that her cooking wasn't exactly up to par, because he wolfed it down like a bison.
But that was the end of her happiness; she hated being treated like a slave. She was never made for working. It always took her mother five times of yelling at her to clean her room. To her, the floor was one large shelf. But then all of a sudden she was a slave? Her ego would never stand for this.
Thankfully Prince Zuko and General Iroh came and whisked her off. It wasn't exactly the knight in shining armor she dreamed about, but it would have to do. Iroh was a kind enough man who made Kila laugh. Zuko, on the other hand, never smiled, and was quite stubborn. Ironically, so was Kila, which meant that whenever they happened to be in the same room, or around each other, there was going to be yelling. Most of the time it was Zuko yelling at Kila to mind her own business and keep the ship clean. Then she would just scream back that he was not a slave driver, and she would clean the ship when it needed to be clean. (When they took her aboard the ship they agreed that she would cook, clean and sing for the crew, in return for a room to herself and clothes.)
The one thing that Kila still puzzled over is how she got to that era. She, of course, was excited, because she was living in her favorite myth! But after spending the first few days trying to figure it all out, she had learned that no one could bend all four elements like she could. Well, one person was able to, and that happened to be Prince Zuko's obsession: the Avatar. She never let Zuko, Iroh, or any of the men see her water, earth or air bend. She only practiced firebending around the men, and sometimes the other elements in her room when she was aware that no one was snooping.
She sometimes wondered if she should tell Iroh that she was from the future. She felt that if she told Zuko, he would blow a gasket and send her toppling off the side of the boat. She didn't want this to happen, for obvious reasons, plus she hated fish. So she kept her mouth shut, and did what she was told.
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Another few weeks passed, and Kila had still no idea on how to get home. However, she did not mind living on the ship with the men. None of them tried to advance on her like perverts. The first time this happened, she shot a fireball at the soldier and told him that if he tried anything, then she would make it very difficult for him to use the restroom. After that threat, no other men tried anything. Instead, they befriended her, and talked to her, and she became part of the crew.
It was around this time that Iroh had asked Kila if she wanted him to help her advance her bending skills:
"Oh, would you really help me General?" Kila asked excitedly when he had asked her.
"Of course I would. And how many times have I told you to call me Uncle? You are practically the same age as Prince Zuko, it is bizarre hearing that title from someone as young as you." He placed his arm around her and Kila giggled, giving him a tight hug.
And it was at this point that she began following Iroh around like a lovesick puppy. He treated her like royalty, and like a family member. Every afternoon she would make him tea, which he would respond with a "Best I have ever had!". And an hour later he would give her the same lessons that he used to give Zuko when he was just learning. Kila learned very quickly, and in no time she was shooting fire out from her feet, hands and fingers at the same time, which had Iroh perplexed.
"That is quite remarkable…I thought that only the Avatar was able to shoot fire out like that…" He would question, scratching his head. Kila would then just giggle nervously, bow and retreat from the room to leave Iroh alone pondering.
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Every now and then after dinner Kila would sometimes sing for the men to raise their spirits. Zuko noticed the change in the crew after a night Kila sang some song about a person named 'Danny Boy'. He went up to her and asked if she had noticed the change in the men.
Kila merely nodded and replied "A happier crew will get work done ten times as fast as an unhappy crew. Keep them satisfied, and they will remain loyal hard workers. I thought this was obvious." She then raised an eyebrow and picked up her dirty laundry from her floor to go wash.
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A month passed, and Kila could not take it anymore. She finally set out to find Iroh and tell him the truth. Finding him nestled in his room meditating, she knocked on the door lightly.
Popping one eye open, he looked towards Kila and said "Yes?" in a questioning tone.
"…I have something to tell you…" Kila said reluctantly.
Iroh opened both eyes and looked at her. She was nervously shaking and twitching, shuffling her feet around, and holding a leather canteen. He had seen this twitch on women before, and it never meant good news. He took a deep breath, prepared himself for the announcement, and said "Come in."
Kila entered his room and closed the door. Sitting down opposite Iroh, she looked at the ground, tapped her fingers on the floor, and shifted her weight from side to side. After a few more minutes of dawdling, she muttered half out loud, half to herself "I guess the best way to explain is to show you…"
"Yes I will be the Godfather." Iroh said confidently.
The words Kila was about to utter died on her tongue, and she jerked her head up sharply towards Iroh. "…I beg your pardon?"
"I will godfather your unborn child." He explained.
Kila paused a few seconds out of shock, and then blurted out "I look pregnant?"
Iroh was taken aback. "Are you not? The twitching and shaking are common side effects for telling a person-"
"Uncle, I'm not pregnant! I'm still a virgin!" Kila stated rather loudly, and then proceeded to turn red in the face.
"…Ah." said a very embarrassed General. "Well, that aside. What would you like to tell me?"
A little of the tension lifted, Kila sighed, and picked up the leather canteen she had brought in with her and uncorked it. Carefully, she held the canteen over the nearby tiny side table, and delicately poured water all over it.
"What are you thinking? You had better clean that up!" asked Iroh, taken aback.
But Kila didn't answer. Instead, she lifted her hand palm up toward the ceiling, and a tiny stream of water danced upward like a snake being enchanted by a flute. Slowly, she pushed the stream back into the canteen. When it was safely inside, she corked it again, and took a deep breath. That wasn't very impressive waterbending, but it was the best she could do.
She looked up at the stunned General, hoping that he wouldn't become enraged and kick her off the ship, or throw her into the prison cells below deck. But instead of jumping up and down out of anger, he just sat stone still in his original position, mouth agape.
"But…but this isn't possible," he said weakly once he was able to work his vocal cords again. "T-the Avatar is that airbending monk! I've seen him water and air bend. How could you…how could you be an Avatar as well?"
"I don't know how that happened," Kila began. "But I'm not from this time period either. This is going to sound incredibly corny, but I'm from the future." And with that said she began to explain to Iroh everything that had happened to her sense she had gone to sleep that one fateful night a month ago.
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Zuko angrily stomped down the hall toward his uncle's room. He had to speak with him at once, whether he was still meditating or not!
"UNCLE!" he screamed as he kicked the door to his room open. Then, all at once, he forgot what he was so angry about, because a new anger entered his mind.
There was Kila, sitting directly across from his uncle. They were both frozen from fright, and staring up at the prince with wide plate eyes.
And right in the middle of them was a stream of water, hanging in midair, with Kila's hands in a waterbending position.
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