Okay, so the story is ending soon. After this one is done, I shall continue to work on my many MANY others. Here I go!

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Zuko let out a gasp as if he had been hit in the side. The girl standing only 12 feet away from him had the most peircing look ever. Her eyes looked right through him. No...No it couldn't be...yet this was the same girl he had seen the day Kaori died. She looked exactly the same just...older. Zuko wanted to smile, wanted to tell her everything, but this girl just stared at him. She struck and hit him in the side of the face. Zuko fell to the ground, his eyes wide. No... He couldn't hurt her. He could never hurt his own flesh and blood.

"What do you think Prince Zuko? What do you think of my weapon?" Zhao laughed.

"Otaki..." Zuko muttered. The girl stared at him with malice in her eyes. She was ready to kill, and Zuko was her target. "Otaki please, listen to me,"

The girl swung her fist at him aimed towards his throat and Zuko rolled to the side. The girl let out a frustrated yell. She turned sideways and shot a wave of fire at him. Zuko turned so that the flame only grazed his chest. She could firebend... She could firebend... This truely was his child. She had his look. It was amazing and thrilling at the same time. If only he could reason with her.

"Please, you've got to listen to me," Zuko said to the girl.

"Fight! You have to fight," she yelled at him. She kicked at him, sending sparks of flame in every direction. One burned his cheek. Zuko fought back the pain and wiped his cheek off, the ashes falling to the ground.

"Listen to me!" Zuko exclaimed."You've got to listen to me!"

Obviously, she wouldn't. Zhao stood there watching and laughing. This whole thing amused him greatly. Felice moved with such speed it was amazing. Zuko doged her attacks his legs growing tired. He needed to communicate with her. Somehow if he could just get her to listen. He thought back to that day. The day he first met her. She had been young, or younger than she was now. Suddenly...it clicked.

"Felice," Zuko said quietly. Felice stopped in mid kick. Her eyes went wide and she lowered her stance standing at ease but weary at the same time.

"How...how do you know my name?" she asked slowly.

"Listen to me...we met...along time ago. You helped me when I was a prisoner but he-" Zuko pointed at Zhao. "-he was the one who punished you. What did you do wrong back then? You spoke to me,"

"Why would I be punished for speaking with a prisoner?" Felice asked.

"Do not listen to him, apprentice! Fight! Kill!" Zhao screamed.

"Because...don't you see.. You're name's not Felice. It's Otaki,"

Felice took a step backwards. "How would you know that?" she asked, her eyes narrowing.

"I'm your father,"

"No!" Zhao yelled. "He lies to you Felice! Do not listen to him!"

Felice closed her eyes then opened them, newfound fury lacing the edges. "If you were my father, then why would you allow me to come here? You are no father of mine. My father is dead!"

She lunged at him but Zuko moved swiftly to the right. "Is that what he told you? That I was dead? Listen to me! I am your father, I didn't want for you to come here at all. You were kidnapped,"

Felice paused, thinking this over. Her face became shadowed in doubt but at least she had stopped attacking. Zuko took a step towards her then paused when she took a step backwards.

"I...don't understand," she whispered.

"It's okay Otaki, it's going to be alright," Zuko said softly. His daughter...the first child he and Kaori had ever had. How hard had it been listening to Kaori cry in the child's room at night after the kidnapping. How hard had it been knowing he could have somehow stopped it.

"No! It will not end like this!" Zhao yelled. He threw a fireball at Zuko's head. Zuko looked up just in time to see it hurteling towards his face. At first he thought it would hit. But then...nothing. Felice- no- Otaki stood there. The fireball had been hit out of the way. She was glaring at Zhao.

"You lied to me," she whispered harshly.

"I did what was best for you," Zhao said simpley.

"You never once let me know the truth,"

Her anger was showing. Her frown turned into a maniac-like smile. "You know Zhao..." she began, "Do you remember when you banned me from the library? I still went. You couldn't control me all the time. So...I learned things," A fireball appeared in her hand. She tossed it up and down. "I learned that to do a specific bending there needs to be two types of styles in your blood. I was confused. How could I do something that other's couldn't? It was obvious. I was a firebender. So therefore one of my parents was a firebender, but see I could do things with air. Now, fire dominated air in my blood so my father was a fire bender and my mother...an airbender,"

Zhao's face contorted into one of horror. He had underestimated his apprentice. But Otaki wasn't done. "I learned things Zhao. I learned what I was called and what it was called when I did what I did. First of all, you used me to do your dirty work. I was an assasin. Second of all..." The flame in her hand suddenly contorted. It became a perfect circle, smooth on all sides. Zuko stared in wonder. Flame was wild, untame. The fire in her hands was...perfect and calm. "I learned I was a fireweaver. A fireweaver is someone who can bend the air around the flame. I can control every inch of where I want his to go." The fire spread out of her hands and circled around her waist. It made it's way down her legs and up her arms.

"I couldn't tell you though. Surely you'd have me killed for such a thing. Or perhaps you'd be proud of me? Either way, I kept it a secret." She frowned again and snatched the flame up back into her hand. "And you're about to die by this new technique."

The flame shot out of her hand in four straight lines. They circled Zhao grabbing his legs, one of his arms, and one around his neck. Smoke appeared where the fire burned his skin. "Does it hurt Zhao? Does it burn?" Otaki screamed.

Zhao gasped for air. "I know it hurts," Otaki said quietly. "You did this to me constantly. I guess you call this revenge,"

There was a sudden tap on her shoulder. Otaki turned around to see Zuko standing there. "Otaki...let me. I don't want you to have to kill anymore," he said quietly.

Otaki shook her head. "I want to," she replied. She turned back around. Zhao started laughing.

"Obviously apprentice I have not taught you enough... Never break your concentration!" He exclaimed.

In a movement, the flames were gone and he was next to Heero. His hand was at Heero's throat.

"Don't move..." he muttered,"Or your son gets what he deserves,"

Son? Otaki stared at the boy. If this was Zuko's son then that made him her...

There was a yell. Suddenly, Zhao was on the ground. "NO!" Otaki screamed. Zuko looked over. He recognized the person...though he couldn't remember where. A man though, was wrestling with Zhao. He held a blade to his throat. Taking the opprotunity, Zuko ran over to Heero and untied him. In rage, Zhao let out a yell and shot a flame upwards. It hit the man, hard. The man stumbled backwards and fell.

"NO!" Otaki screamed again. She ran forward towards him and caught him as he fell.

The man smiled up at her. Aiden...her Aiden...