Disclaimer: Don't own Avatar or I'm Not That Girl from Wicked. I do however own the novel Wicked, and the soundtrack to Wicked, and I will own the Avatar DVD when it comes out January 28th, 2006. So there.
Ok, before I start this, I have to say that I am ashamed. I was reading over my story to see if I could find clues and foreshadowing things I put in that I forgot about, so I could add to them and such and I saw a typo. I figured, "Oh, it's probably not that, bad, although I can't believe I let that slide. It's probably fixed the next time I had written it."
But no. To my great horror, the typo continued. This typo happens to be the fact that I spelled Zhao's name wrong in the first chapter I mentioned him. Now, I know that nobody cares about Zhao and everything, but I sincerely apologize. If anyone can tell me how to go back and edit my chapters, I would love them forever.
So, All Hallows Eve is coming up! Definitely was watching The Sixth Sense on fox family, except I started watching it right in the middle. (Spoiler if you haven't seen the sixth sense, but…eh. Look I'm being nice.) Yea, I kind of didn't get a lot of stuff, but right in the middle I asked my mom "That therapist guy is dead huh?" then she told me that the therapist was shot before hand. I get my wonderful talent of guessing from this lady; let's give her a hand folks. And give me a hand, I am awesome and a master. And I am also oh so modest.
So, my brother is in the marching band at my school. (Apparently it's me tell you everything night. Aren't you lucky?) I used to be part of this said marching band, except I was the captain of the colorguard. (These are the people that twirl the flags, rifles and sabers.) Anyway, they're going to a competition this weekend in Mt. Carmel, which is about a five hour drive from our city. Then they get to stay in a hotel that night, and go to Disneyland on Sunday. This is the best trip of the entire season, cause everyone brings junk food, nobody sleeps, and my friend is even shaving my brothers head this year. Guess who can't go drive down there by herself? Yea, that would be me. But I can go to Disneyland on Sunday, which makes me excited. I love it when it's all decorated for Halloween, because the haunted mansion is all "Nightmare Before Christmas"-ed up. So, I am definitely excited about Disneyland…although I kind of go every year…so it's actually not that exciting really. I don't know, I guess that's one of the perks of living in So Cal.
With that said, I believe that all of you reading this (yes you) need to run out and buy the 'Wicked' soundtrack. Because I am using yet another song from it in this chapter. Yes, this is the third chapter in a row. And trust me; there will be more times that you get to read a song from 'Wicked'. So just save yourself a favor, and buy the soundtrack. If you have iTunes, then get it off there…no…go buy the CD. Trust me, you will not be disappointed. Send me the bill if you are.
o-dragon- You caught the foreshadowing…but you don't know what it is…Ok. That really doesn't constitute as catching the foreshadow honey. Close…but no cigar. That song was from Wicked. BUY THE SOUNDTRACK! I order you too. You would love it. Um…the Melia you can be my sidekick part was just because Kila felt like a superhero, and all good superheroes need a sidekick. I dunno, it was just me being random.
Khazia- YAY STALKER MINOR! –Pats head-. You are learning well, my young padawan. Tell Isaac that I love him, and will father his children. (No, honestly tell him that. I wanna know his reaction.) Haha, I can just see some random airbending monk spread his arms out and jump off a cliff…then just kinda fall. It's a really morbid thought actually, now that I think about it.
Lin13- OMG we're twins! YESSS. –Buys us matching shirts.-. Yea, I got a star next to my name on the audition sheet by the producer. I'm not supposed to know that, so mum's the word, k?
plutobaby494- But does Kila like Zuko? That's the question I want you to think of. Kila will meet up with Aang and the gang towards the end of the story for a very crucial part.
Indil Culfindel- OMG chocolate frogs! Have you ever been to Borders when they sell them? They don't exactly hop…but they're chocolate, so I really don't mind. Yea, I wish I had Melia's patience. I'm more like Kila, just kinda bouncing around everywhere. THAT SUCKS about your homecoming. I'm a senior also, so I know your pain. Well…I'm glad the dance afterward was better, if that smile indicated anything.
Ok, so this is the second time I was asked this question, so I'm going to publicize it now:
Will Kila meet up with Aang and the gang on later or what? Yes, she will. Later on in the story, for a very very important plot device. I've already given hints on what it's about, and what's going to happen. If you little minions have caught them, then I'll give you cookies. Well, virtual cookies at least.
Also, this is shameless advertisement, but I really don't care. I'm in the process of writing another story, The Element of Clichés. I think you should read it.
How about I actually start the chapter now? Good idea…
18
Zuko rolled over to his other side and shifted under his blanket. No, there was no use; he still wasn't comfortable. The song that Melia and Kila had sang that very night still haunted his mind and wouldn't leave him at peace. Rolling back over to the original position on his bed, he rubbed his eyes and told himself that he needed to sleep. He was going to have another long day tomorrow, and he needed to be alert.
His legs itched underneath his skin, and little tremors pulsed throughout his thighs. This restlessness wouldn't leave him alone, he needed to get up and walk around. Taking in a deep breath, he sat up and itched his head. Pulling a shirt on, his body groaned as he heaved himself off the comfy mattress and onto the cold metal floor. The temperature made him shiver, yet he did not put anything on his feet. Zuko just walked right out of his room, not knowing where his legs were leading him.
His legs led him up onto the deck, where he looked up towards the cloudless night. The moon was full again tonight, and it lit up the entire ocean, giving everything around him an eerie glow, creating sinister shadows from every protruding shape.
He then noticed another protruding shape at the end of the bow: it was a figure, looking over the water as well. He walked closer to investigate, and soon learned that it was Melia.
She turned at the sound of his feet hitting the floor, and smiled faintly. "Couldn't sleep either huh?" she asked, turning back around towards the ocean. "Apparently Kila can't, because I woke up and she wasn't in the room. I came to look for her, and then just lost track of the time." Zuko walked over towards the railing next to Melia silently, and she continued. "It's so beautiful. Look at the reflection it casts on the water."
"It's just another planet, with light reflected off of it." Zuko replied back unfazed.
"Well, I suppose so." Melia said shrugging. Turning towards Zuko she then told him "I'm going back inside. If you see Kila, can you tell her that?"
"Oh yes, I'll get right on that." Zuko replied sarcastically. Melia smiled.
"It was just a request. You don't have to. Good night, see you tomorrow." And with that she left him standing there alone.
Zuko watched her retreating back for a few more seconds, and then returned his gaze to the water. "Beautiful, hah". He thought to himself. "It's just a reflection, nothing more. Some people are just so full of romantic ideas, there's no sense left in them." Scoffing at the water, he turned around and again let his legs wander without his mind knowing where he was going.
Somehow, Zuko found himself going to the other end of the ship, and a few minutes later he was on the deck again, now walking towards the back. His ears were very in tune with his surroundings, and he loved the sound of the quiet. But then another unwelcome sound pierced his eardrums, a very soft, trickling sound.
Hands touch, eyes meet
Sudden silence, sudden heat
Hearts leap in a giddy whirl
He could be that boy
But I'm not that girl.
"Oh great." He thought. "Now the night is ruined. She's here." He lightened his step, trying to make as little noise as possible, for reasons he did not know. Following the sound of her voice, he rounded a corner to find Kila standing at the edge of the ship, watching the retreating water.
Don't dream too far
Don't lose sight of who you are
Don't remember that rush of joy
He could be that boy
I'm not that girl
Ev'ry so often we long to steal
To the land of what-might-have-been
But that doesn't soften the ache we feel
When reality sets back in.
Her hair was blowing into her face from the force of the wind, and her voice was softer than usual. Zuko noticed the change in her voice, and it sounded like that time she had sung after he learned she was from another world. Like that other song, this one was also filled with pain. However, it sounded like a different pain to him, but Zuko couldn't put his finger on what. He stayed secluded behind the corner, peeking around, not making a sound to watch her next move.
Blithe smile, lithe limb
She who's winsome, she wins him
Gold hair with a gentle curl
That's the girl he chose
And Heaven knows
I'm not that girl.
After that line, Kila just stood at the railing for a few seconds, and Zuko wondered if the song was over. He was about to move, when he saw her move again. She began pounding her head with her fists and shook it as well, moaning sadly to her. "Don't wish, don't start." She spoke through a choked voice:
Wishing only wounds the heart
I wasn't born for the rose and the pearl
There's a girl I know
He loves her so
I'm not that girl.
She then slumped to the ground, and he heard an occasional sniffle. He wondered to himself if she was feeling alright, but then decided against wondering about her feelings. After a few minutes, Kila regained her composure and stood back up over the railing, never once facing Zuko. He leaned up against the wall and thought to himself. What did that song mean? Would she have just sung that for fun, like she usually sang? Or did it have a purpose? He let a few more minutes slide by for safety, quietly shuffled backwards, and then noisily walked around the corner towards her.
Kila turned, startled by the noise. She wiped her eyes when she saw it was Zuko, and smiled faintly to him. "Can't sleep either?" she asked.
"That is exactly what Lady Melia asked me. Will you please stop spending so much time with her so you can both create your own personalities?" he responded icily, but Kila chuckled anyway.
"I suppose you're right." She said, leaning over the railing.
"Of coarse I am." Zuko said, joining her by her side, however at about two arms lengths away.
Kila shivered in the night air, and then looked upward at the moon. "Isn't it funny?" she asked.
"I'm going to regret this, but what?" Zuko replied.
"The moon." She said dreamily.
Zuko paused, trying to calculate this in his mind. "I don't follow."
"Well, look at it." She said pointing. "Look at the man starring at you."
"I don't see any man."
"Use your small imagination. See the craters pitted on the surface? Construct them together in your mind to have them form a face." Kila said, moving her hand around.
Zuko starred at her for a second, amazed at how loony she could act. But then he decided to humor her and looked towards the moon. "There is a resemblance towards a man, I suppose." He said lazily.
"No, really look at it! Doesn't it freak you out? He looks as if he can stare right into your very soul. He can look right at you, he's always watching you. He knows you deepest wishes, deepest desires, and he just laughs at them."
"Where do you come up with this?"
"In my time, people wish on falling stars. I sometimes do that, but if I have a wish, I wish to the moon. I don't know, maybe one day he'll actually grant them." Kila sighed to herself, and folded her arms in along her chest. She closed her eyes and took in a deep breath. "Make a wish Zuko."
"That is just a ridiculous superstition." He said, rolling his eyes.
"Just make a wish." She responded with such a calm tone, that he was surprised. He silently made a wish in his head, but he would never tell her. He wished that he would someday understand what was wrong with this girl, and why her world sounded so bizarre, perhaps why it was so bizarre. Then he changed his mind and wished he would capture the avatar.
"This is ridiculous. I'm going inside." Zuko said coldly, and then turned around and began to walk away.
"Goodnight." He heard Kila respond faintly to him. He grunted, and went back to his room where he then proceeded to fall right asleep.
Kila rubbed her arms to heat them up, surprised at her actions. Why had she said all that to the prince? The moon must have been affecting her weird again. She faintly remembered the last time she had really studied the moon, back when she was home. She had wished to go back home again tonight. "Maybe Zuko is right…it's just a ridiculous superstition…" she said softly to herself.
Turning around, she walked back to her room, where she quietly crawled into bed. It took her a little longer to fall asleep than it did for Zuko, but she eventually fell into a very deep sleep.
Kila woke up the next morning to the sun glaring in onto her eyes. Shielding them, she climbed out of her bed and walked across the cluttered floor of her room, stepping on open books to reach her blinds. She twisted them back around so no light shone through them, and shuffled back to her bed, snuggling back underneath the large comforter, and the large pillow on her other side.
As she readjusted herself to the pillow, it moved as well, pulling the covers away from her drowsy form. "Hey…" she said groggily. "Gimme them back."
"Forget it." Replied the pillow.
Kila's eyes snapped open. "…Zuko?" she asked, quite afraid.
"Shut up, I'm sleeping." He replied.
Kila flew out of her bed, quite afraid at what was going on. Why was Zuko in her bed? Then she finally took a good look around her surroundings.
She was standing in a very familiar room, with books about mythology strewn across the floor, mixed with random shirts, jeans, and magazines. On the walls were random pictures, and posters of Johnny Depp, Gerard Butler, and Angelina Jolie.
"I'm…in my room? With, Zuko in my bed…" Kila said slowly, trying to process everything. "This has got to be a dream."
"Shut up!" Zuko mumbled louder. Kila went over to the bed and kicked his sleeping form a couple times. "OW!" He protested, waking up.
"That didn't hurt! I am dreaming!" Kila said, relieved.
"You're supposed to kick yourself stupid." Zuko said sitting up, and then paused. "Where am I?"
"In my dream." Kila said, sitting down in her desk chair. Zuko kicked her shin from his position and she reached down and grabbed it. "OW! That…hurt…Oh my Lord."
"Where are we?" Zuko asked again, growing more awake as the seconds ticked by.
"We're…in my room." Kila said, her eyes widening. "I'M HOME! MOM! DAD! JEFF!" She jumped off her chair and pulled open her door, tearing down the stairs at lightning speed. Zuko sat up groggily from the bed, (which was actually must more comfy then he would have expected) and followed her.
Kila stood downstairs, taking in all the information. There were cardboard boxes everywhere, and stalks of paper filled an entire room. "Mom? Dad?" she called again, beginning to realize that she was probably home alone.
Walking over to her front door, she pulled it open and looked around. There was nothing different from the outside, except that there was a large lamp hanging from her front porch ceiling that was on, when the other front lights were off. Kila began to realize what was happening when she saw this. She closed the front door and walked back inside, picking up one of the pieces of paper from the multiple stacks.
Zuko came downstairs at this point, looking around as well. "What is going on?" he asked.
Kila turned around, mouth agape. "Zuko," she responded. "I'm a missing person. I've been gone for seven months." She held up a missing person flier, showing a smiling school picture of her.
Ok, so if you didn't get the light reference, if you have a missing child, then you install a light on your front lawn, porch, whatever. This is to symbolize the idea that your child will always find their way home.
Short chapter again, but my arm is cramping up, I'm tired, and this chapter needed to be spit out.
New Avatar episode on November 4th, The Northern Air Temple.
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