DISLCAIMER: don't own AVATAR.
Semi-religious chapter. that is all I have to say about this chapter.
Chapter 15: Prepare
"Come on, you have to be able to hear us. Say something! Anything! Just let us know you're alive, handsome!" Some of the daughters of men of the Court pleaded at Kellie. Her eye twitched severely. It took everything she had not to shake, or to burn the girls to a crisp.
Lesbians. THEY'RE LESBIANS!
No they're not! They think you're a guy!
Oooh… It's Tagged all over again.
Aaron, over at another part of the garden, snickered at his sister. Now, he knew that this was bad, he shouldn't laugh, or snicker, at his sister, he didn't have a reason to laugh at her, but he couldn't help it.
Kellie's eyes revolved over to her brother. She saw him snicker, and she growled.
"Oh, you can talk!" One of the girls squealed. Kellie stared horrified at all the thirteen year olds, with wide eyes. Two of the girls latched onto her arms, just as Kellie had seen them do, when she had still been in power. Kellie looked over at Zuko pleadingly.
GET THEM OFF ME! GET THEM OFF ME! LESBIANS ARE ATTATCHED TO MY ARMS!
Zuko sighed, Kellie always got the worst of things. Zuko walked forward, and tapped one of the young girls swooning over Kellie, whom they thought was a man in uniform, and the young girl turned to face him.
"He can't talk, ladies, and he doesn't hear too well, either." All the girls looked disappointed, until one of them called a group meeting. Kellie fought back a snicker. She had seen girls huddle up like this before, she knew what Zuko's fate would be…
After the girls had had their meeting, they all turned to face Zuko with wide smiles, and a hint of mischievousness glinting in their eyes. Zuko gulped.
The girls attached themselves to Zuko's limbs, and began to swoon over him. Kellie just grinned.
Zuko looked over at Aaron, and through his mask, Zuko saw that Aaron was grinning too. He growled threateningly.
Kellie sighed, and pulled Zuko away, much to the girls' disappointment. Kellie grabbed Aaron by the arm as well, and dragged him away.
Their shift was over.
"Ow! Not so tight!"
"It has to be tight if its going to heal! Besides, I ain't exactly a doctor, now am I?" Kellie snapped. Zuko growled. On their way back to the barracks, Zuko had tripped on something, (what it was, I do not know) and sprained his ankle slightly.
"There. That ought to do it." Kellie declared, having finished wrapping Zuko's ankle. Zuko suddenly grinned. Kellie had learned long ago, when Zuko smiles, something bad's going to happen…
"Can you kiss it to make it feel better?" Zuko asked with a childish tone. Aaron glared at the former Fire Lord and bit back a growl. Kellie simply laughed.
"There is no way I'm gonna kiss your sorry feet!" Zuko frowned, and Kellie laughed harder.
"Not even if I beg?" Zuko asked, trying to look as innocent as possible. Kellie smiled.
"Not even if you beg." Zuko huffed, folded his arms across his chest, and looked away from the brother and sister in front of him. Kellie giggled crazily.
"Why are you laughing?" Zuko snapped.
"Y-Y-You!" Kellie gasped in between laughs/giggles.
"What about me?" Zuko asked suspiciously.
"You are acting like a child!" Zuko sighed, and just lounged back on his cot.
Maiku walked quickly back from his meeting with the rebels, and most importantly, Iroh. Iroh said he didn't know when Kellie would come back, so they all had to keep their eyes open.
The Prince paused when he heard a girl speak from inside the barracks.
"There is no way I'm gonna kiss your sorry feet!" The Prince looked inside the doorway that led into the barracks, and held back a gasp. His mother was sitting on a stool, staring mischievously at a man, and there was a man behind the former Fire Lady, but the man, lying on the cot…
Oh dear Agni.
His father! His father! The one whom Zula had said had gone beyond the edge of the world, and was living in the hidden land beyond its borders with his wife! The Fire Lady Kellie and Fire Lord Zuko were living in the barracks! They were here! He had to tell Iroh! The rebellion needed to start!
But before any of these thoughts came to his mind, Maiku felt the incredibly strong urge to go up to his mother and father and hug them tightly, and ask why they had never been there during his childhood, he had so many questions to ask.
But who was the second man? He held no resemblance to his mother, or his father. He had short, dark brown hair, a clean-shaven face, and lightly tanned skin. Maiku dismissed the third person as just a regular guard, and continued walking.
His parents would find out soon enough.
"Kellie, Zuko is in no condition to pull this off." The red head looked up at her brother.
"No condition to pull off what?" Aaron stared down at Zuko's bandaged ankle.
"You know." He said. Kellie looked from Aaron, to Zuko's ankle.
Oh.
"Well then, Aaron, who? Who will get rid of Zula?" Kellie asked sharply.
"I'll-" Kellie quickly cut off her brother before he finished his sentence.
"No, Aaron. You can't, you won't kill Zula. I'll do it." Aaron looked up at his sister, bewildered. His sister was so kind, how could she be able to kill anyone?
"Aaron, all my life, you've been close to God, you're bound to go to heaven, I have a slim chance of going, I'll do it." Aaron grabbed his sister by the shoulders.
"What are you talking about?"
"Aaron, I'm not saying I'm going to die, but someday, I will. At that time, I'll be judged for all the things I've done in my life, and it will be decided if I continue on to heaven, or am forced to go to hell. I want you to have a good chance of making it, so I'll get rid of her." Kellie finished. Aaron shook his head.
"Kellie, you're a wonderful, kind young woman." Kellie looked down, feeling tears prick at her eyes.
I wish I could believe that.
"Aaron, please, I'm doing this for you." The young man looked down at his little sister sorrowfully. He just… He couldn't lose her again…
"Fine." Aaron sighed. Kellie squealed quietly, and hugged her brother quickly.
Aaron didn't return the embrace.
Kierra looked at the Master.
"What happens now?" The Master sighed from behind his hood.
"Just watch." He would miss the former Lady.
Kellie sat calmly on her cot. To Maiku, it looked as if his mother was sleeping.
"What brings you to the barracks, Maiku?" The Prince gasped.
"How did you-"
"Did no one ever tell you that when a firebender meditates, their senses are heightened? I heard you before you even rounded the corner." Maiku felt embarrassed. It was true, his trainers of old had told him that, but he forgot.
"When does the rebellion start?" Maiku asked quickly. The former Fire Lady opened one eye, and it revolved and fixed itself on Maiku's.
"Tonight, at the feast." Maiku nodded. Tonight they would be celebrating the birthday of an Admiral's daughter. It was so stupid. They held feasts for the most pointless things.
"I'll go tell Iroh." As Maiku began to walk away, he felt his mother grip his upper arm harshly.
"Iroh?" Kellie hissed. Maiku saw her green eyes were staring at him. He had expected anger, hatred, but what the Prince saw stupefied him.
The former Lady's were filled with grief, regret, and hope. Hope for a lost loved one.
"What does he look like?" Kellie asked eagerly. Maiku didn't reply.
"What does he look like?" She asked again. He remained quiet.
"What does he look like?" Kellie begged. Her eyes filled with tears, and she clutched her son's hand tightly.
Maiku watched with horror as his mother broke down, begging him to tell her what Iroh looked like. Why did it matter to her so much?
"He's old. Sorta fat. I've never really seen his face. But he sounds really wise, sometimes speaks in proverbs." The former Lady looked up at her son gratefully, and Maiku smiled weakly at her.
"He's, he's alive?" Kellie whispered. Maiku nodded.
"Why wouldn't he?" The girl looked down.
"Just tell Iroh to have the rebels ready to fight by dessert." Maiku nodded, and walked out of the barracks.
Kellie laid back on her cot, and stared at the ceiling.
Please let it be him.
She stood in front of the giant vanity. Being in this suite, it was wonderful. It showed just how powerful she truly was. No one could stop her she was unbeatable.
The skintight clothing made her squirm a little, but she soon got use to it. She rolled her shoulders, and smiled evilly when she heard her shoulders crack and snap into place. She walked over to the bedside, and looked at the twin daggers. Her gaze then turned to the small bowl sitting next to the daggers.
She picked up the daggers, then dipped them into the liquid resting in the bowl. She smirked demonically as she slid the daggers into the special sheaths on the inside of her boots.
She walked around a little, making sure the leather didn't allow the liquid covering the daggers seep out, if it did, everything would fall apart. The leather worked beautifully, and she returned to the bedside.
She picked up a small bottle resting in a drawer in the bedside table, and stared at the contents in the bottle. Would she really risk this? If she did this, all that she had ever worked for was gone.
She shrugged, and ripped the cork from the bottle. If this drink lived to its name, she always had a backup plan.
She put the bottle to her lips, titled her head back, and downed the bottle's contents in one gulp.
Suddenly looking exhausted, she walked from her room.
BWAHAHAHAH! Lopchop, do you remember this? HAHAHA! No one knows who the mysterious lady is, do they?
INSANITY AT ITS FINEST
LONG LIVE THE HIPPIES!
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