Before you read: Does anyone know what Jet's weapons are called? I think it's something like tsai or tais or sais or something...but if you know please tell me...I really need to know...Thanks! Now, on to the story!
Oh, and I've a new inside joke. If you've played the "Treetop Trouble" game on the joke is about Jet, and the way he grabs Sokka when he jumps out of the trees.So you'd probably have to go play it for yourself if you'd like to understand. The full joke is as follows: "Gimme dat big ol' berr hug, you weak-eating queer!" We alsorefer toit asJet being a "weak-eating queer," or just being "Mr. I-eat-the-weak." (and yes, "I Eat the Weak" is a song. A good song.) Don't ask...I have a strange mind.Chapter 3-(Got a suggestion? lemme know!)
Zukko and Uncle Iroh walked down the hallway in silence. As they rounded the corner of the corridor, Iroh spoke suddenly.
"Your friend—er, Jet, isn't it? Yes, I believe so. Your friend, Jet, seems—er, nice."
"He is not my friend, Uncle," Zukko corrected hotly.
"Well, then, who is he and what is he doing on this ship?" Iroh questioned, confused. Zukko sighed before responding.
"He's the leader of the Freedom Fighters, and he promised to lead me to the Avatar," he said, feeling ashamed of the words as he spoke them. Uncle Iroh would surely give him a talking to. Just as this thought occurred to him, he realized his uncle had stopped walking and was now looking up at him, bewildered.
"Prince Zukko, are sure about this? He is, after all, against the Fire Nation. How can you be sure you can trust him?"
"Don't know, don't care. He made a promise, and if he tries to get out of it…" his voice trailed off; he shouldn't have said that.
"If he tries to get out of it…?" Iroh repeated; Zukko looked up and was surprised to find a scolding grin concealed behind his uncle's golden eyes.
"Nothing," Zukko answered quickly, looking away. "I'm going to bed," he said absent-mindedly after a moment of silence between them.
"Goodnight, Prince Zukko," his uncle replied without questioning Zukko's slipped statement any further. Zukko started up the stairs, but stopped halfway and looked down at his uncle, who continued walking down the corridor to his own room.
I'm not a prince anymore, Uncle, he thought painfully. I'll never be a prince again—despite whatever happens. Things will never be the same...and neither will I. With this, he continued up the stairs, appearing almost hypnotized, to his quarters.
What am I doing here? Jet thought as he laid in what was now his quarters on the Fire Navy ship. He's one of them, why am I trusting him?
I'm not trusting him, I'm just paying back my debt, he corrected stubbornly. He helped me and so now I'm helping him. So now I'm helping the Fire Nation. And getting revenge by doing so. Why am I helping him? He's the Fire Lord's son, and one of them, he doesn't care what he has to do to get what he wants. No, he's different…he doesn't seem as…cold-blooded as the rest of them. But he's still one of them. I shouldn't be here, whether he helped me or not. After all, I could've helped myself. No, no one can know. That's why I didn't help myself…someone could've seen me. And no one can ever know.
He destroyed the thought and continued his mental argument:
He was helping the Fire Nation!
But it's for revenge!
It didn't matter—he was helping them!
There's no other way.
He'd been doing everything he could to stop them since he was ten.
None of it matters now.
None of it mattered! They had killed his parents!
I'm getting rid of the ones who prevented my victory against the Fire Nation.
But he was helping the Fire Nation!
And so the conflict raged like a wildfire until he fell slowly into slumber, where his thoughts continued like dying embers, filling his dreams with the screams of his parents and the memories of the night of the slaughter.
"Tell me what I want to know, or I'll throw you overboard," Zukko threatened, stamping his foot on the deck like an impatient child. The two of them were standing towards the left edge of the deck; Jet was leaning against the side of the ship, propped with his arms crossed and an amused smirk creeping across his face.
"Don't worry—I'll give the directions to get there," Jet replied stubbornly.
"Why can't you just tell me? I've done what you've asked, and I'd advise you not to break a deal with me—it would be a fatal mistake." Though Zukko deeply emphasized the word "fatal", something told Jet that his threat was empty.
"I'm going to take you to him, but I'm not going to tell you the path altogether. I can't be sure you won't double-cross me."
"Why—how—would I double-cross you?" Zukko asked, confused and therefore thoroughly annoyed.
"Easy," Jet answered, the grin slipping off his face like wax leaking down the side of a candle. "You take me to your father." Zukko's fists clenched as he said "father."
"What are you talking about? What use are you to him?" Zukko asked, a note of bitterness in his voice as he said "him," though hisexpression remained slightly curious .
Jet sighed, then answered automatically, as if Zukko were completely oblivious. His voice became increasingly angrier as he explained. "I'm wanted by the Fire Nation, remember? I'm Jet, the 'ringleader' of those annoying kids that hide in the trees and ambush the Fire Nation's so-called 'noble' troops while they're off guard; those horrible Freedom Fighters that act as rebels for our own amusement as if we'd nothing better to do. As if we wouldn't rather be home, playing with all our friends that weren't destroyed by the'great' and 'innocent' Fire Nation." He turned away, facing out to the vast ocean around him. The sun played across the blue-green waves gleefully, as if there wasn't a care in the world. His voice became distant as he spoke more to himself than to Zukko.
"As if we had a place to go—a place to belong." A blaze of curiosity rose within Zukko, and he desired deeply to ask what he meant. Finally, he could stand it no longer.
"What are you talking about?" he asked, feigning annoyance as best he could, though his voice suddenly softer than before. Jet looked over his shoulder, as if he had just noticed Zukko for the first time. The shock faded quickly, and within seconds he had turned his head inconspicuously to face the glittering sea once more.
"Nothing," he said, the word lingering in the air for a few moments, as if it was being stretched to its full length as it trailed off into the horizon. Silence followed it.
"So how long before we'll reach the Avatar?" Zukko asked, only because he could stand the silence no longer. He walked to Jet's side and leaned against the side of the ship, staring into the ocean. When several moments passed, Zukko looked up at him, waiting for acknowledgement. He saw that Jet was no longer staring into the water stretching around them, but into the sky ahead. Before Zukko could look to the skies, Jet spoke.
"Soon. Very soon," he said certainly, pointing to the sky where, toZukko's great surprise, he saw a large eggshell-colored blotch staining the sky briefly before vanishing behind the clouds.
Author's Note: Hopefully everyone realized that this bringsall the charactersto the same point. Katara had seen Zukko's ship, and so I'm naturally trying to get into the story way too quickly. So this should be a fairly short story, probably only around eight to ten chapters. Now that you've read, please review! New chapter soon (hopefully)! Sorry, but I am in writer's block for A Firebender's Smile. I tried to get into the story too quickly (yes I have a habit of doing that) so I've had to revamp everything but Chapter 1. So sorry!
And didn't everyone just love the season finale! Personally I thought it kicked ass, and I think Zhao should stay dead (though I have a feeling it's going to be the same concept as Slade and the Aftershocks...he'll eventually come back from that hell he was sent to...). I have a songfic that takes place after the season finale, but it isn't finished yet.
Now, I command you to review. Then go see Chronicles of Narnia. It kicked Harry 4's ass. And I am a Harry Potter fan.