Disclaimer: the only thing I own is my oc who isn't all that great, the bitchyness is tolerable due to her family line, but she is quite the scarlet woman, don't you think?
A/N: I think last chapter was the first one I wrote with out expressing my thanks to the reviewers. You guys rock, even those that read and never review. You guys are my inspiration, I see several new reviews and I try to churn out a chapter that week. Big hug to all my readers and reviewers. Oh and you know that I leave the timeline up for interpretation. And this tine ain't no different. Oh and you all are probally wondering about the evil hair brush. Well Deamon Fire reviewed on a sugar high, I guess, and called me an evil hair brush. Which I am. HaHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHA ha.
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXX
Prince Zuko crept silently down the hallway. The stone floors felt cool on his bare feet. The dead of night had dropped a shroud of quiet on the Fire Lord's castle. The silence choked him as he groped his way down the shadowy halls. The metal of the scissors, so cold at first touch were now warmed by his grip.
He turned the corner only to find two guards on their rounds. They had saw him and began walking in Zuko's direction. Needless to say, hiding was futile at this point. So he stood there at the corner, the scissors hidden safely behind his back. The prince thought frantically for an alibi.
"Prince Zuko," one of the guards said saluting him, "What brings you out?"
Zuko answered in a sneer, "Do I need to tell you what I'm doing in my father's castle?"
"Maybe." The other guard replied thoughtfully, the fact that it was a rhetorical question escaped him, "If you were a traitor…I'd go with no, my prince." He could not see a boy so devoted to his people as a traitor. The fact that Zuko was a gangling preteen convinced him.
The first guard, and slightly smarter of the two, hit his fellow upside the head. "Let's go." He grumbled before he gave a low bow to Zuko and left.
The prince stayed glued to his spot, until the guards had disappeared around another corner. As soon as they had left, Zuko took the scissors from their last minute sheath and quickly continued on his way.
His older sister, Xue Wei, had her quarters over the gardens, which allowed her numerous lovers to sneak in. Zuko knew there would not be many guards around, for Xue Wei had specifically asked them to spend less time guarding her quarters. Zuko didn't blame them, either, the sounds he had heard before from in there made him want to be celibate for the rest of his days. Zuko paused at the threshold and listened for a moment. All was silent and with a sigh of a relief he continued through the silken curtain/door.
Xue Wei's chambers were vast and quiet. She was always fond of sheer drapings and had them artistically hung from where ever room allowed. Like a tiger stalking his prey, Zuko padded soundlessly across Xue Wei's sitting room and into her sleeping chambers.
Ozai's eldest laid on her bed with a Yuu Yan archer she had taken a fancy to earlier that week. She was clad in only a sheer drapery and instantly Zuko was grateful for the dark. Her head rested on her lover's bare muscular chest and her right leg was draped over his abdomen. Zuko paused at the bed side, the twin blades ready in his hand. Both princess and archer breathed deeply, lost in sleep. They were spent for the night and would not be rousing until dawn. And then it would be too late.
Zuko reached out with cold fingers and gathered a large chunk of his sister's beloved hair. In several soft snips, her long hair lay severed in Zuko's hands. And holding his prize like a pelt, Zuko crept out of the room, leaving the only one trace of his presence; an unevenly cut head of hair on Xue Wei, ranging from shoulder length to just below the scalp.
XXXX
Ok, so he didn't really screw her over like he did Azula but , hey he was young…sort of. Aw moo, you do the math then review and tell me what you think. This was written in midst of reinstalling our kitchen sink so I must say this one wasn't one of my bests. Oh well. I'm still working on that bridge…never hire smurfs as contractors. Reviewers shall get cyber cookies or eternal gratitude, which ever sounds better.
