Author's Note: Okay so out of Spring Break boredom, I decided to write an Avatar fiction. Yup. I officially have no life, except for in front of my computer. Yeah, I know it's pathetic. So, this is a Zuko/OC(Yumi) fiction. It's an experiment.

Disclaimer: I do not own Zuko or Avatar the Last Airbender. And, the song that Yumi mumbles during music night is supposed to be something that she made up but it's really not. It's from Saiyukiwhich I also do not own. And Zuko does not sing. Sorry ladies. Maybe in the future. It's a sad fact that I am slowly learning to cope with.

Summary: A young girl was banished with Prince Zuko. He just never acknowledges the fact that she exists. So, what happens when the Avatar and his crew find out about her?

Rating: PG-13 I guess. I'll behave myself in this one. Since my Yugioh GX one was rated R.

Normal POV

"Prince Zuko, you are banished from this nation until you have captured the Avatar," Lord Ozai's voice rang through the palace.

A young girl beside the Prince raised her eyes up to meet those of the Fire Lord and the Princess who sat at his side. She watched as the Princess...Fei Ling whispered something in her father's ear, a wicked grin tugging at her otherwise beautiful face.

"And take that girl with you," he pointed to the kneeling figure on the left side of the teen.

Zuko's eyes, both the regular one and the burned one, fell on the girl. He scowled and pulled her up by the arm, dragging her to the palace doors.

"I will return. WITH the Avatar," the Prince hissed and left, the doors slamming behind him.

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Yumi's POV

I don't understand. I'm not a princess. I'm just a Fire Nation peasant. And yet, they took me in all those years ago. Prince Zuko and Princess Fei Ling. That was before the Prince was banished, and I along with him. He doesn't talk much anymore. And to me, not at all. I'm of "no use" to him as he so bluntly puts it. So, I stay in my quarters or I cook and practice with the men on board. Of course, General Iroh still acknowledges the fact that I exist. He teaches me little things here and there, filling me in on the next strategy to capture the Avatar, over tea. I avoid him. I have since the second week after we were banished.

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Normal POV

She looked exactly the same. Face, hair...all but her eyes. They held something there. Pain. Regret. Guilt. Yumi dragged herself up the winding staircase of the ship to the map room. Zuko's body lay against the wall and Iroh sat comfortably in a nearby chair, tea in hand. She slid in and Zuko shot her a cold stare.

"You're late."

"I'm sorry. I was helping with something down below."

"YOU are on MY ship. When I call for you, you respond right away! I don't care what the hell you're doing!"

"I said that I was sorry! What more do you want from me!"

"I want you to do as you're told!"

"Well I'm sorry that I can't be perfect! And, who are you to tell me what to do!"

That tore it. The banished Prince stepped forward and slapped her clean across the face. Yumi took only a moment to regain her composure and recoiled with a punch to his stomach. Iroh sat languidly by as the two teens continued to beat each other.

"You're completely spoiled! Now I can see why my sister took you in! You're just like her!" Zuko hissed, landing a kick to the girl's knee.

The younger of the two crumpled to the floor, her gaze fixed on the taller figure above her.

"You deserve to stay banished! You think your father will just take you back! You'll never regain your throne!" she muttered through gritted teeth.

"You insolent little witch!" he picked her up by the collar.

"You know I'm right! He doesn't want you anymore! Why do you think he presented you with the most impossible task!"

"Because he knew I could capture him! He has faith in me! He's given me a chance to come back and regain what is rightfully mine!"

"Listen to yourself! Do you even believe what you're saying?"

"Shut your mouth! I don't want to hear another word out of you!"

"You're lying to yourself!"

Zuko slammed her up against the wall, keeping a tight hold on the collar of her shirt. He moved so their faces were almost touching.

"I said shut your mouth. If you say one more word about me, my father or my kingdom, I will kill you," he growled.

"I do NOT take orders from a banished Prince," she turned her head.

Zuko landed a hard punch into her ribcage. The girl trembled as the pain made it's way through her body. The older teen pulled back to strike again and Iroh grabbed a hold of his fist.

"I've seen enough. Both of you are to return to your quarters for the night. One of the soldiers will bring you your meals. You are not to speak to one another until you can act like adults. Now, drop her."

"Gladly," he dropped the girl to the floor in a heap.

"Now go. Both of you," Iroh shook his head.

Yumi struggled to her feet and made her way past her assailant and the retired General. With the wall as support, she walked to her quarters and locked the door. Zuko, still boiling over with rage, went to his room and slammed the door, locking it as well.

Iroh sat back down, burying his head in his hands.

"Those two are like yin and yang. I just hope that they will learn to get along."

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Normal POV

They'd been at sea for two and half months since that day. And, for two and a half months, the two teens had done less then even exchange passing glances. So, being the half-sane general that he was, Iroh hatched a plan to get the two talking again. Music night. Now, how to get them to go.

"Miss Yumi?" the old man knocked on her door.

"Come in General."

"Thank you. But, I am retired now."

"To me, you will always be General Iroh."

The ex-General laughed and took a seat on a nearby chair. He took a deep breath, thinking through what he was going to say.

"Is there something I can help you with?" Yumi turned from her place in front of the mirror.

"Well, yes actually. I came to make sure you were going to attend music night. The other soldiers are dying to hear your voice Miss Yumi," he smiled.

Yumi shook her head," I'm not really the singing type."

"Do not lie to an old man. It will haunt you on his dying day."

"Excuse me?" she gave him a puzzled look.

"I've heard you sing before. It was heavenly."

"You...I mean...oh no...I can't!" the girl blushed crimson.

"Do an old man a favor," he smiled.

"All right then. You win," she sighed heavily.

"I will see you tonight then Miss Yumi," he left quietly.

"Oh no...what have I gotten myself into?" Yumi fell onto her bed.

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