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So, I have a story for everyone. You ready? Of coarse you are.

So, I wanted to watch Grease. And I was all ready to watch it and everything. I had the tape, I made myself popcorn, and I was about to put the tape into the player.

Then what do I notice?

My father has the timer set so he can record his show. From 3-4. And it was about 2:55 now.

Well, you could imagine my annoyance. We have owned Grease for as long as I can remember, and I still haven't seen it. According to all of my friends, this is considered a sin.

So, here I am, at the computer, eating my popcorn as the show records for my father.

So, I decided to write some more.

And Khazia, in answer to your question, you're on the right track. –giggles madly-. Yes, quite gross isn't it? Well…we already hated him anyways. Good job figuring that out first.

Cheerio.

14

Kila's head began to reel. Melia…couldn't be engaged to Zuko…how would that have been possible? Wouldn't Melia have to be a princess of some sort? Or some form of royalty?

"Madam Melia, where have you been all these years?" Iroh asked her, quite confused to her disappearance. "We heard that your land had been ransacked, and left immediately to investigate. When we arrived and found your father and mother, Lord and Lady Hirayama dead, we were quite distraught. I had the men search for days to find you. Where did you run off to?"

Wait…Kila though. Lord and Lady? Her parents WERE somewhat royal…no wonder they're calling her Madam…because she's too young to be considered a Lady I suppse. Oh…so that's also why the soldiers would come to her house to be entertained during their travels, her parents oversaw the city. I get it…

"I ran away from that barbaric man who was terrorizing my village." Melia responded, with no longer her Melia-happy voice, but a much more powerful sounding one. This voice made Kila shiver, and it made her feel like she didn't know this Melia whatsoever. "And that fine gentleman that your soldiers are holding over there happened to find me starving to death. He took care of me, gave me a place to live, gave me food to eat. So I would appreciate it if you kindly would un-hand him."

"I would appreciate it also." Jet replied from the two soldiers arms. All the other rebels and soldiers that were battling before just seemed to pause and watch the spectacle unfolding.

"I'm afraid I cannot grant that wish." Iroh retorted. "He happens to be quite a wanted man. We're going to have to take them all aboard the ship." He snapped his fingers, and the soldiers jumped back into action and grasped all the rebels. Kila was taken aback when she felt her own arms constricted as well.

Melia's eyes widened when she witnessed this. "Let them go!" She cried.

"I already told you, I cannot." Iroh replied shrugging.

"It makes my job easier." Zuko said, folding his arms.

"Well, at least let her go!" Melia commanded, pointing to Kila. "She's not involved with them."

Kila's eyes widened from shock, and quickly looked down. She kicked Melia's shin, hoping that she would understand the hint.

"OW!" Melia cried, grabbing her shin. "What was that for? I'm just trying to help!"

Ok, I guess she didn't get the hint. Kila though, rolling her eyes.

"Who is she?" Zuko said, moving in closer to Kila. Her heart began to beat furiously against her chest, as if it was a baby chick trying to peck its way out of the egg. "She looks familiar."

"Do you know anyone named Kiana?" Melia said, jumping in.

"No, but I believe I know someone with that face." Zuko said squinting. Kila lowered her head farther down, hoping her hair would cover her face better.

"Oh, Prince Zuko, forget about her for one second." Iroh complained. "We must get all these prisoners onto our ship. Madam Melia…or, would it be Lady Melia now?"

"I don't believe I quite understand what you mean General." Melia said.

"You are the rightful heiress to Germank." Iroh said, acting like he was speaking to a five year old.

"Oh…well, then yes. I suppose it would be Lady Melia." Melia said, scratching her head in thought.

"Well then, Lady Melia, would like to accompany us? We can guarantee your safety, food, and shelter."

Melia thought for about a second. Kila hoped that she would agree, because she wouldn't want to spend this whole trip alone. The first time she was on this ship, it was ok. But now, under the circumstances, she had a strong feeling that this trip would be a tad more difficult.

"Yes, I suppose I will have to now, won't I?" Melia replied, a weak smile flickering on her face.

Iroh clapped his hands together joyfully. Zuko rolled his eyes, turned on his heal, and began commanding orders to bring the rebels into the prison hold.

"Oh, let her go. She can walk by herself." Melia commanded the soldier that was holding Kila.

"I'm afraid I cannot do that Lady Melia." The soldier reported, and Kila recognized his voice as Mao, one of the men that would help her practice her bending. He was a kind man, and Kila knew that he would never disobey the prince.

"It's ok Melia. Don't worry about me." Kila said, lowering her voice a tiny bit to disguise it.

Melia felt a little taken aback, but shut up. However, she continued to walk beside Kila, making sure that she was treated properly.

Shortly afterward, Long-shot, Pipsqueak, Smeller-bee, The Duke and Jet were all stuffed into a cell in the prison hold. Kila was shoved into a slightly smaller one, but she had it all to herself. A small courtesy, mainly because she was a woman.

Awhile after, Iroh showed Melia to her new room. "This is where you will be staying. It is quite secure and safe, and the last inhibitor left it with quite a cozy feeling."

"What happened to the last owner?" Melia asked warily.

"Oh, she…disappeared." Iroh said shrugging. "I would recommend that you do not bring her up however, it is still a soft spot on most of the men. She was our cook you see, and most of us miss her cookies."

"…her cookies?" Melia stated, quite taken aback.

"A pastry she made. Quite delicious." Iroh said, patting his stomach.

"All her cooking made me want to retch. In fact, thinking about her now makes me want to retch." Zuko responded, beginning to fume.

"My goodness, what did she do to you?" Melia asked.

"She betrayed the entire fire nation." Zuko said, his hands now ablaze.

"Actually, the avatar just plucked her off the bow of the ship, and that was the last we saw of her." Iroh corrected.

"How is that a betrayal?" Melia asked Zuko.

"She didn't do anything to stop him."

"Perhaps she was frightened."

"Perhaps she was just a lying bitc-"

"Perhaps you shouldn't swear in front of a lady" Iroh butted in, placing his hand over Zuko's mouth.

"Perhaps you should get your grimy hand off me." Zuko growled, smacking Iroh's hand away.

"Perhaps you should listen to your elders." Melia informed, smiling.

"Perhaps we should stop this argument and continue the tour." Iroh again butted in. Placing his arm out in front, Melia placed hers on top and followed, chuckling to herself.

Kila hugged her legs close to her chest for warmth; it was quite cold down in the cells. The boys across from her were complaining about the heat, but that was mainly because of the fact that there were so many bodies crammed into one cell.

Kila felt sorry for the guard put on duty to watch over them. His name was Kenta, and he was really just a timid young man, only about twenty one years of age, and had never seen battle before. He used to tell Kila about his sweetheart back home, how his sister had given birth, etc.

And now, here he was, trying to act tough in front of about six teenagers. Kila smiled at his feeble attempt, but he happened to be scaring the boys quite a bit. Perhaps the fact that she knew him personally made her immune to his evil glare.

"Hey Kiana." Jet called from across the way. Kila looked up from her cocoon of warmth at him. "Why don't you sing a bit? To, you know, calm us down."

Kila's eyes widened from shock. "Um…no." Kila said, shaking her head. She knew that if she sang, then Kenta would recognize her voice and alert the crew. Then she would be in worse trouble.

"Oh please." Smeller-bee pleaded.

"Yea, why not?" Pipsqueak chimed in.

"Because I don't feel like singing now." Kila responded through gritted teeth. "It's too cold in here."

"One temperature, get used to it." Kenta replied gruffly.

"Thank you for that enlightening weather report." Jet commented harshly.

"Oh, sod off Jet. He's just doing his job." Kila said, rushing towards Kenta's defense.

"What is with you all of a sudden?" Jet complained, starring at Kila.

"You're rude, and it finally got to me." Kila responded, then puttered over to the other side of her cell, the farthest she could get away from him. "So…sir…" she said to Kenta. "Do you like your job?"

Kenta looked down at her with a funny expression on his face. He shrugged. "It puts bread on the table."

"Oh, so you're married?" Kila said, acting like she had never heard this before.

"I can't believe you Kiana!" Jet complained.

"Well, we're gonna be stuck here for awhile. We might as well be kind." Kila hollered over towards him, and then turned back to Kenta.

Kenta let a side smile creep onto his face. "No, I'm not married. But I do have a sister who is expecting her second child, and I'm just helping her along."

"OH! She's having another one!" Kila exclaimed, quite excited.

"Yes, everyone is quite excited." Kenta proudly proclaimed. Kila smiled.

The next few days passed slowly for everyone. Melia was still getting used to living on a ship full of men, and would come down to talk to Kila every day to "keep her sane and feminine" as she put it. Kila got used to staying in her cell, and asked Kenta for a blanket she could use to shield herself from everyone when she needed alone time, or when she had to sue the restroom. Jet and all the rebels finally quieted down a tad from their complaining about the situation. And Kenta was warming up to Kila, would tell her practically everything, just like old times.

Iroh also came down every once in awhile, mainly to see how Kenta was fairing. Sometimes he would bring down his Pai Cho board to keep Kenta occupied with. Sometimes he would just sit and talk. And sometimes he would just sit and observe the prisoners. Kila felt most nervous when he just watched, because she felt like he was watching her most of all, using his special Iroh-senses to look right into her soul.

And then one day, he came down with a ring of keys in his hand. He cautiously walked over to Kila cell, choose a key from the ring, and unlocked the door.

Kila's eyes widened. Iroh opened the door far enough for her to walk out of and made a motion. Slowly, Kila stood up and walked over to where Iroh was standing.

"Come with me." He ordered, and began to walk up the staircase. Kila followed, shivering the whole way.

OK…so kinda short. But I couldn't think of a good place to end if I went on further.

Plus, it's about 4:55 now, so I can go watch Grease. Toodle Pip.

SeethingxShadows