Disclaimer: What's this? What's this? There's color everywhere! What's this? There's white things in the air! What's this?
OK, so I actually have a job now! –crowd gasps-. I know, it's a miracle. I work at a COCO's, which is a restaurant, like Denny's, or Carrows. I'm a hostess, and I get hit on my old men. "I'm looking for a new secretary, -wink wink-. Here's my card." EWWWWWWWWWWW I know.
Oh, back to Katara's healing power that was demonstrated in The Deserter. My thought about that is…perhaps at the end of the series…she can heal a certain prince's scar…you know what I mean? If anyone from Nick is reading this, I want royalties if this happens. NEW EPISODE next Friday, "The Waterbending Master." Just so you know.
I SO went and saw Les Misérables (for the third time) Friday night! And I also went and saw it on Saturday! OMG I love that play. If you didn't know, Les Mis is a play, where everything is sung. It's a wonderful play, and if you ever get a chance, go see it! There are wonderful songs…so you're probably going to see a few in this story, cause I'm that obsessed. If you can't see the play, then buy the book by Victor Hugo. (If you can stand really boring beginnings, then get the unabridged. But if you can't really, I would suggest the abridged.) It's a WONDERFUL book.
Back to the play. (Cause I really am THAT obsessed.) I know about one third of the cast members, because it's a children community theater production. (That's why I can afford to see it three times. Hah.) My teddy bear Alex (one of my best friends) is in it, and for practically the whole first act and half of the second he sits at table and "drinks" a bottle of wine. Then he dies. It's a wonderful thing. I saw it (Friday) with my friends Ian and Samara and I had SO MUCH FUN. We sat in the front row on the left side and sang along the whole time. And afterward we randomly decided to go to Denny's. After the show we were like… Ian: "I'm hungry." Samara: "Well its 11:15, what's open?" Ian: "Denny's is. It's always open." Me: "Let's go there. ALEX! Want to go to Denny's with us?" Alex: "Well, the cast is having an after party there…you wanna come?" Me: "SURE!" Chris: "Hey yea!" Samara: "OMG CHRIS! I loved you in the play." Alex: "Chris, ask Samara out." Me: "…what? Random." Chris: "Ok…what's your name, wanna go to Denny's with me?" …yea. So we all ended up going to Denny's, Samara got really hyper, I ate all of Alex's fries, and Chris flirted with me. It was a blast. I got home at 2 and crashed. Then woke up the next morning at 11, and went with my friend Ashlee and saw it. I'm gonna see it again on the 19th (for the last time. –cries-). Or I may go and see it the 18th…or the 20th, which is closing day. Oh hell, I'll just go all three days. I hope I'm not working.
1bzwriter- Glad that you like it! I'm so glad that you think I have talent! Yes, I can actually write things and not make fun of everything! HAHA SCORE FOR ME!
Zuko may stay in our world, and he may not. I don't know…-looks off into space-. Things are getting complicated huh? –evil laugh-. Watch how I get around the kidnapping thing. It's creative, and I pat myself on the back for it. Haha.
o-dragon- I'm not in the guard anymore because the coach is a large asshole. His body aged to 39, but his mind didn't get past 5. I hate him. Yea, some people put the light on the porch, and some don't. It's just a little thing, you know. To light up hope and everything.
plutobaby494- Patience my young padawon! All in good time. You have to trust me!
Petitio Principii- -puts icing all over the computer screen- Now it's delicious! Yay! Yea, I always wish on the moon. There are too many stars in the sky, and I always forget which one to wish on.
Lin13- Matching t-shirts! HAHA yes. I'm going to do my best with Zuko's reaction for modern thingies…it should be humorous. –evil grin.-
BinkaWV- "What are you going to make Zuko do now?" Well, first he's going to dress up in some leather, and get a whip. Then we shall proceed to my room and…oh…wait…you mean in this story? Eh hehehe…-nervous laughter- well I don't know? You're just going to have to read it and see huh?
Lee Totema- You mean you know what she's going through by having a hot prince wake up in your bed, being missing for seven months…or just the drama of everything? I'm just curious, really. Oh, don't cry! Here –hands over box of tissues and chocolate.-
Aanglover- Hey, as long as you review, I'm not complaining. Your birthday is on Halloween? THAT IS THE COOLEST THING EVER! Mine is May 2nd…and that's really not exciting. All I know is that May 2nd is national fire day…-shrugs-.
Angela- Check out the first chapter, it talks about the moon also! WEEEEE. I'm glad you liked that last chapter the most. I put a lot of effort in it. This one should be good too.
Hppartygirl- YAY! –claps- you're the only person who said anything about the characters in the song! Good job! Cause you're right. That sucks about math; I suck at math also, so I know where you're coming from. Hah, but I'm not taking math this year! I love being a senior! …I don't like pickles…
ElvenArcher0310- Eh, yea. It was predictable. But I'm allowed to be predictable sometimes, cause the ending shouldn't be. Oh dear, I've said too much.
KajiMori- No, it's not a dream. HAHAHA.
benlego13- Is grood kinda like "grool", a mixture of cool and good?
ILuVeLeMrS!- It's ok that you didn't review for it before, but I just got sad. Um…I don't have a nickname for my screen name really…you can just put SxS or something…or my name, Hayley. Thank you for saying I keep the characters in character, and having original characters. That makes me happy. When I have Kila sing a song in a chapter, I usually put who it's by in the disclaimer, because I don't write them. The last few songs have been from the play "Wicked" which is a wicked awesome play. You can download the songs off the internet, or buy the soundtrack if you want.
Ok, the title: There is no such thing as the TV show "Avatar: the Last Airbender" in this story. What I have is that the avatar world is the prehistoric time kinda…or early Earth. And so bending is a myth really…So Kila going back in time, she's kinda playing around with the future of the past. Get it? ...eh. It will make more sense towards the end.
PS. Just so everyone knows, in this story, there is no such thing as the TV show avatar. There's just the world. (Kinda confusing, I know.) I didn't want to have to write a rabid fangirl mob that would run after Zuko wherever he went, so I didn't bother with it. If you re-read the first chapter, then you might get it a bit better I think…(hint hint.)
Also, as a project, I want everyone to start thinking about how they got back to Kila's world. I've already tossed out about three clues on how it worked…
19
"OK, okokokokok." Kila said, taking a few very deep breaths and putting the flier back down where she found it. Looking into the boxes, she noticed the same pictures of her staring back out. They were all on buttons, t-shirts, posters, and other paraphernalia explaining that Kila was missing, and if you had seen her, call this number…
Zuko began to look around and take in this new scenery. There were very lifelike paintings hanging on all the walls around the house, mostly consisting of the same four people. He recognized one to be Kila, but the other three he didn't recognize. Guessing they were her family, he wondered how rich she was to have these may paintings around. He glanced back to her to ask, but he found Kila lying on the floor in a fetal position.
"What's wrong with you?" Zuko asked calmly.
"What's wrong with me? What's wrong with you? Have you not figured out yet that we're in my world, and if my parents find me now, they're probably going to blow a gasket, and think you kidnapped me?" She sat up, and rubbed her eyes vigoursly. "Why aren't you the least bit freaked out?"
Zuko sauntered over to the couch and picked up a tiny shiny gold ball out of a small glass dish. "Well, now that we're here, then that means you're going to find a way to get me home, and I won't have to worry about you any more! My problems are solved." He began to pick at the gold ball, and jumped back to notice that the gold peeled right off to reveal a brown undercoat. "How cheep." He said to himself.
"That's chocolate. Eat it." Kila said, waving her hand.
"CHOCOLATE? You really must be rich then. So I have nothing to worry about." Zuko said, popping the treat into his mouth, and then grabbing another one.
"You have EVERYTHING to worry about retard. The world has changed sense your time." Kila said jumping up and rushing over to him.
"Don't call me a…whatever you did. I am still a prince, and still higher than you."
"Oh no you're not. You are not a prince here, and if you ask to be called one, then you will just be causing trouble. You are just plain Zuko here."
"I have a last name you know."
"Well, I've never heard it, so it doesn't matter." Kila cried out exasperatedly, and then her eyes went wide. "ZUKO! YOU'RE A GENIUS!"
"Thank you for finally noticing."
"Shut up. You don't have a last name!"
"I told you, I do."
"No, you don't. At least, not here you would. You have no family here either!"
"Are you trying to dampen my spirits? Because it is not working. You are still going to get me home, and-"
"Before I can do that I need an alibi. And I think I figured one out. I was kidnapped by Zhao."
"I thought he wasn't in this world." Zuko said sarcastically.
"He isn't, but I'll give my parents his description and his name. That way they have someone to look for."
"Oh, that's creative."
"Shut up. So, I was kidnapped by Zhao. You were also his prisoner, and have been for the longest time. So long in fact, that you don't know your last name, your parents, ANYTHING. All you know is your name."
"I'm not that large of an idiot. I am well educated."
"Yes, with your primitive education system. I could tell you things now that would make your head spin."
"Try."
"NOT NOW! We'll have time for that when I have to go back to school. SO, we tried to get away from him. BUT he scarred your face in the process! And now we're here, and Zhao is still out there. PERFECT."
"That is an idiotic story. No one will believe you."
"Yes they will. Because we are still wearing our ugly pj's, which look like work clothes."
"I beg your pardon? These night clothes are of fine quality and-"
"Oh, shut up. OK…promise to not bend here?"
Zuko stayed silent. Kila couldn't figure out if this was because he was being defiant, or he had too much chocolate stuffed in his mouth. "Zukooo?"
"PRINCE Zuko."
"No, not prince Zuko. Just Zuko. If you want me to try and figure out how to get you home, you have to cooperate!"
Zuko huffed. Kila took this as a 'yes.'
"OK, no bending, no Prince. Got it?"
Zuko huffed again. Kila smiled. "Alrighty. So…let me talk to my parents first…um…how about I teach you how to use the microwave or the toaster…you know what? I don't trust you with cooking stuff. Here's the TV." Kila grabbed Zuko's wrist and pulled him off the couch and into the other room where the TV was. She turned it on and gave Zuko the remote. "Just press this button until you find something that looks interesting." She said, showing him the 'channel up' button.
Zuko was starring at the screen, amazed at how lifelike the paintings looked. "How are they doing that?" he said pointing to the screen.
"Magic." Kila lied, going over to the cupboard to find something to eat. Zuko nodded and starred at the screen.
Kila searched through the cupboard for something to eat, when she heard the garage door opening. "Oh my God, they're here…" she muttered to herself, her heart beginning to beat uncontrollably fast.
"What was that noise?" Zuko asked over his shoulder, but Kila wasn't paying attention. She walked around the corner into the hallway where she would see her parents, and waited.
The garage door opened, and Kila heard her mom's voice. "Now Adam, I know you want to spend the day with your friend Kenny, but we need your help at the fundrais-" Kila got a glimpse of her mom as she rounded a corner, carrying an armful of paper bags stuffed with food. But when her mom spotted Kila standing there, she stopped talking and dropped the bags out of shock. Her little brother Adam stood there, his mouth and eyes open.
Kila's eyes began to water. "Hi mom." She chocked out. Then she rushed forward and wrapped her arms around her mom, wishing she could never let go.
"Can it be? Kila honey? Is it really you?" Her mother said with a shaky voice. She wrapped her arms around Kila and squeezed. "Kila! Where have you been? Oh my dear!"
Kila let go and grabbed Adam, who still had his mouth open in shock. She picked him up and squeezed him hard, making him scream "TOO TIGHT! LET GO!"
Kila giggled and set him down. "Come on in mom, I'll tell you all about it." Kila grabbed her mothers hand and led her into the kitchen, where Zuko was still watching the TV. Her mother gasped at the sight of him and screeched "Who is he?"
"This is Zuko mom. He was kidnapped a long time ago, he's my friend." Kila said, picking up the remote and turning off the TV.
"HEY!" Zuko cried. "Barbra just woke up from…I don't know what…but there was lots of-"
"Oh, don't watch those soap operas. Meet my mom, Maria, and my brother Adam." Kila said, giving Zuko a warning look. Zuko looked over the couch and nodded to her mother and little brother.
"Here…let me explain mom. Sit down." Kila began, sitting her mother in a chair.
Kila felt horrible lying to her mother about where she had been the whole time, but it had to be done. Her mother believed the whole tale, and even began drawing a picture of the description Kila gave of the admiral. Adam had seated himself next to Zuko on the couch, and had even made his way into Zuko's lap. Zuko didn't get this at first, but the child looked only about seven years old, so he was opposing very much yet. But if it was going to become a habit, then he would put his foot down.
Kila's dad came home about two hours after that, and it was another teary reunion. Kila introduced Zuko to her father, Kino. Zuko was amazed at the bizarre-ness of the family. Kila had the same features as her mother, the caramel colored skin, the dark brown hair, yet she had the Asian name. Her brother, with the white name, looked just like his father, who was pure Japanese.
Zuko was asked many a times about who his parents were, what state he came from (whatever that means), and what his last name was. But before he could answer, Kila would interrupt with false information, lying about how he didn't know where he was from, etc etc, just like she had told him to say. Zuko decided to play along with this also for now, but only because this Tee-vee thing was so interesting.
Maria took in a deep breath. "Well, I suppose we can get rid of all the fliers now…" then she smiled. "I'm so glad."
Kila reached over and grabbed her mother's hand. "Me too mom."
There was lots of paperwork to be done after this as well. The police came over to fix the missing person report, and the detectives started pouring in, claiming that they helped bring Kila home. News reporters kept calling asking for interviews, and talk show hosts called to see if the two teens would appear on the show. The police sent out a wanted poster with Zhao's descriptions on it, and lawyers began asking if they wanted to sue anyone.
Kila was overwhelmed with all the attention. "I just want to go back to school. I'm so far behind. When can I see everyone again mom?"
"When we've sorted all this out, changed our number, and all of that. Grab that box." She said, pointing to the box full of pamphlets.
Kila groaned and picked up the large package, following her mother to the recycling bin outside. She chuckled to herself as she walked into the kitchen and saw Zuko staring amazed as Adam was filling up a glass of water from the fridge. "How does that work?" she heard him mutter to her brother.
Zuko was having quite a hard time adjusting to all the future changes. He loved the Tee-Vee contraption, and all the "shows" that it would play. He quickly figured out how the toaster and oven worked: you ask someone to do it for you. The toaster just heated up bread, and the oven cooked things. But there were so many buttons to press; he decided to just not touch it.
But Zuko was most afraid when, after about three days of him staying inside the house, Kila had to go back to school.
She had fixed all the registration the day before, and had enrolled Zuko in her classes as well. She gave him a last name, "Danny", which she thought to be pretty funny.
"What is wrong with this name? Why couldn't you have given me a normal one? Or I tell you my name?" Zuko protested, quite annoyed.
"Because I don't want my history teachers or anyone researching your last name, if it sounds familiar. Plus, Zuko Danny. It's just like Danny Zuko from Grease!" Kila explained, giggling to herself about the last part.
"I am not greasy." Zuko said angrily, which just made Kila laugh harder.
Anyway, Zuko was quite annoyed with his 'last name.' Thankfully, he had all of his classes with Kila, so he would at least know someone in the room with him. Not that he wanted to be around her, but he knew she would help him learn how to use all the weird contraptions that this time had. She was more like a hand-maiden than a friend he supposed.
And so, the day came when they had to get to school. Kila walked into Adams room where Zuko was sleeping on the pullout bed. She kicked his side until he rolled over and lit a fire in his palm in a threatening way.
"What are you doing?" he hissed.
"Get up." Kila mumbled, extinguishing the flame with her own bending. "And no bending."
"It's still dark out!" Zuko cried.
"Yes, it's 5:55 am. Welcome to my world. Get up, or else you don't get breakfast." Kila said groggily, then turned on her heal and shuffled out of the room.
Zuko groaned and slithered out of bed. Rubbing his eyes, he made his way downstairs where Kila was scrambling some eggs.
"This is all you get today." She said piling the eggs onto two plates. "I'm too tired and lazy to make anything else. Tomorrow you get cereal, so enjoy this. Eat fast, we have to leave in about 30 minutes" she gulped down her meal and went back upstairs.
Zuko was amazed at her rudeness. He calmly ate his meal, not bothering to look at the clock.
A few minutes passed, and then he heard Kila call from upstairs "Eat quicker. We're leaving in a few minutes." Zuko ate the last few bites of his eggs and then went back upstairs, to find Kila in the bathroom, washing her face.
Zuko brushed his teeth and then went into his room to change. Kila's mother had bought him some clothes, and he was still very uncertain of them. Apparently, it was called a tee-shirt, though it didn't have any sort of T on it, whatever that meant. Then he had some jeans, which were just blue pants, which happened to be quite comfy.
When he walked out of Adams room, he was startled to see Kila standing in front of a mirror, braiding her hair. She was wearing a shirt that was extremely low cut, and her jeans were hanging low on her waist.
"You're seriously not going to wear that." Zuko said in disbelief.
Kila turned around and looked at him with an eyebrow raised. "You look nice in that shirt." She complimented, then turned back around and continued French braiding her hair. "You've seen me in these clothes. I already explained it to you."
"Yes, but you weren't wearing a shirt like that yesterday."
"What's wrong with this shirt? I like spaghetti straps."
"It's inappropriate."
"Oh, sod off. It isn't. Oh man, we better get going!" Kila said, looking at her watch then trying her hair up at her crown. She grabbed Zuko's wrist and bolted downstairs, grabbing her backpack and the one they bought for Zuko. "Come on! Hurry!"
"How are we getting there?" Zuko asked, wondering if he had to walk.
"I'm driving. I practiced the clutch yesterday. Apparently it's like riding a bike, because you never forget."
"…clutch? Bike? Drive? What?"
Zuko took a second to look around at the outside. He had only ventured out into the back yard, and had never really looked at the street in front of the house before. There was this blue square looking thing with black circles sitting in front of the house, and Kila opened it up and tossed Zuko's backpack inside it. "Get in."
Zuko looked inside. It looked like a smaller version of the couch that was stationed inside the kitchen. Zuko climbed in and sat down, when Kila firmly put a strap around him and closed the door.
Kila climbed in through the left side and put the strap around herself as well. "This is a seat belt. I don't care if it's uncomfortable, wear it. Sorry it's so squished in here; my parents refuse to buy me a car."
"What's a car?" Zuko asked, looking around.
"This is. This type of car is called a 'truck.' Although I don't see why, because it can barely hold a Christmas tree." Kila stuck a small bit of metal into the side of it and turned.
The car made a loud noise and Zuko jumped. Kila grabbed the circular object in front of her and the stick that was between the two of them. She pushed it down and the car made a "cluck!" noise.
"That doesn't sound good…" Zuko said carefully.
"Oh, it always does that. This thing is old." Kila said, looking behind her. Then all of a sudden the car started moving.
"AH! It's moving!" Zuko cried, grabbing the seat around him.
"Oh, get over it. That's what it's supposed to do." Kila said, pulling out of the driveway. She put the car into the first gear, and drove off her street.
Getting on the freeway was also an experience. Zuko was pale from fright. "CAR! CAR! ON YOUR RIGHT! LEFT! FRONT! BEHIND YOU! SLOW DOWN!"
"I know there are cars around me! Calm down! I've had my license for two years! If I turn on some music, will you shut up?"
"How will you turn on music? There's no band…"
"The radio." Kila said, pushing a button.
Zuko was petrified at the sound that was emitting from the speakers. "Don't you wish your girlfriend was hot like me. Don't you wish your girlfriend was a-"
"Turn it off!" Zuko screamed, covering his ears.
Kila rolled her eyes and turned off the stereo. Oh, today was going to be QUITE an experience.
Yea, so I'll talk about school in the next chapter.
But I have to go to work now…and it's been too long sense I last updated anyway.
Sorry this chapter was boring, but it needed to be said.
PS. Just so ya'll know, that was my truck. YAY. I don't have a good imagination, so most of the stuff mentioned in the next few chapters are gonna be from my life. (Aka, my school classes, my friends, etc.) So, you all get an inside look in my life! Yay!
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