Disclaimer: I don't Avatar, it's easy as that. In addition, I also don't own the lyrics to the song, Que Vida La Mia; the song belongs to Reik or whoever. I also don't own the song Tears and Rain, James Blunt has that pleasure. I just don't own anything except the plot and any other characters you don't recognize but you should recognize Xantara and Blaise, if you've read the other chapters. I own them, just not everybody else. Ahh! I'll stop talking…or at least try to! On with it!

Chapter 3 You Rise with the Moon, I Rise with the Sun Part 2 Let Me Entertain You

"Is he okay?"

"Probably, he's just unconscious right now."

"Why'd he faint?"

"From the news,"

"The news of what?"

"Him…marrying…a water tribe girl, a 'peasant' no less."

"Mommy's not a peasant, she's a fire lady!"

"In your time, not ours, well…not ours yet."

"It's so cool! Mommy's the Fire Lady but at the same time, she wears Water Tribe clothes, well at least in the palace, during other things, Mommy wears the Fire Nation's clothes."

"Must be complicated for her,"

"Daddy tries to make it less harder for her."

"Seems like her really does care about her,"

"He does. Even Uncle Sokka admits it and it takes him a long time to admit something like that. Uncle Aang gets touchy about it but Auntie Toph calms him down."

"You mean the Avatar is still alive?"

"Yeah, Daddy made sure of that,"

"The Avatar?"

Zuko shot up after hearing news that the Avatar was still alive in the future. He had tried to drift to sleep but the two voices didn't let him do so. Cautiously, Zuko sat up and absentmindedly lifted a hand to his head. There were only two people around his bed, his uncle and his future son.

"Yep! You awarded him some prize or something. At times he stays in the palace; at other times he goes to rebuild the Air Temples."

"Uh huh," Zuko muttered as he recollected the past events. "I marry a Water Tribe peasant!" it was much more of a statement than a question.

"Mommy's not a peasant, she's royalty!" the young boy yelled back at the sixteen-year-old.

Zuko contemplated a thought running through his mind. "Maybe I just captured her to get the Avatar, yeah that's it."

"And then you fell in love with her, got married, became Fire Lord while she became Fire Lady, had children, and rule over the Fire Nation!" there was a hint of sarcasm in Blaise's voice.

Zuko just narrowed his eyes. "I will never fall in love with a Water Tribe peasant."

"Never say never, Daddy! You and Mommy told that to me and 'Tara. Thinkin' of 'Tara, where is she?"

"Probably with the Water Tribe girl and her insolent brother. Along with th-the-the A-Av-Avatar…" realization dawned on the Prince.

"He's figuring somethin' out, ain't he Uncle?"

"I think so…"

Zuko looked at the young boy. "We're going to find your sister, Boy, and then I'll have access to the Avatar."

"But not now!" Iroh interrupted as his nephew started to get out of the bed.

"And why not Uncle?"

"Because you need rest! You've been unconscious for nearly two hours or at least you were asleep." Iroh explained.

"You mean it's—"

"Yes, it's around eight-thirty. The moon is still rising."

Both the Fire Prince and the retired general turned to look at the six-year-old boy who had started to jump on Zuko's bed without his knowing. It seemed like the boy was singing a song while jumping and dancing atop the bed.

"Me despierto en la mañana, para verte pasar,
y tenerte en mi mente por el resto del dia...
Que vida, la mia..."

"What is that child singing?" Zuko exclaimed over the screaming child.

"A song!" was Iroh's answer.

"Really? I didn't notice!"

"Aun no se tu nombre y ya eres dueña de mi,
y me paso todo el dia imaginando tu risa...
Que vida, la mia... "

"What are you doing?" Zuko yelled holding onto the child.

Blaise stopped and looked at Zuko. "I'm singing,"

"Why?"

"Because that's what me and Mommy do. At around eight-thirty we fool around and sing songs. Me and Mommy get energetic, well more energetic, at night. Well, now if you don't mind, I will continue singing." as Blaise finished his speech, he took a deep breath.

"Yes, I do mind!" Zuko's voice wasn't heard as Blaise continued to sing.

"Nose que hacer, para ser el aire que va a tu alrededor,
y acaricia tu piel…
"

Blaise hit a high note at "piel" as Iroh commented on that. "Obviously he wasn't made to be a singer." Iroh chuckled as Zuko covered his ears.

"Solo quiero conversar, solo quiero conocerte,
dame un poco de tu tiempo para convencerte,
Yo solo quiero ser tu amigo, y me muero por salir contigo,
dame una señal, solo dame una mirada,
si ta-da-da a mi lado, a mi no me importa nada,
ya quiero estar entre tus brazos, y me muero por
probar tus labios, rojos, llenos de ti...
Solo dime que si…"

"Can you stop?" the sixteen-year-old yelled but his voice couldn't be overheard by the dancing, singing, and dancing child.

"Me da-da-da para pensar en ti,
y si duermo solo sueño con tener tus caricias,
Que vida, la mia...
Tengo todo este amor y solo es para ti,
y yo solo me…blah-blah-blah con mirarte otro dia,
Que vida, la mia...
No se que hacer para ser el aire que va a tu alrededor,
que acaricia tu piel...

Solo quiero conversar, solo quiero conocerte,
dame un poco de tu tiempo para convencerte,
Yo solo quiero ser tu amigo, y me muero por salir contigo,
dame una señal, solo dame una mirada,
si da-da-da estas a mi lado, a mi no me importa nada,
ya quiero estar entre tus brazos, y me muero por
probar tus labios, rojos, llenos de ti...
Solo dime que si
!"

At Blaise's ending note, he fell back onto the bed with a big PLOP! The boy quickly regained his breath and looked at the two men looking disbelievingly at him.

"What?"

"What was that?" Zuko asked as calmly as he could.

"A song! Mommy taught it to me. It's called…um…Que Vida La Mia. It's a song in Spanish and Mommy really likes it. We sing it once in a while and when we do, you and 'Tara watch us."

"Why would you sing that?" Zuko stared disbelievingly at the child in front of him.

"It's like a ritual that me and Mommy do but Mommy only let's us do this type of stuff on Friday and Saturday nights. You and 'Tara do something in the mornin' and me and Mommy do somethin' at night." Blaise explained slowly.

"But why at night?" Iroh questioned.

"Because," the six-year-old didn't understand how these two Firebenders could not understand what he was saying. "Me and Mommy rise with the moon!"

A million thoughts ran through Zuko's mind, consisting of: 'You rise with the moon, I rise with the sun!' That's what I told that Waterbending peasant. But why would he rise with the moon? He looks exactly like me so then why would he—"he's a Waterbender!"

"He's a what?" Iroh's question interrupted Zuko's train of thought.

"You're a Waterbender!" it was more of a statement than a question.

"Yep! Mommy was so proud of me! You were more proud of 'Tara though, you two are so much alike,"

"So…don't you get more powerful at night instead of energetic?" Zuko asked cautiously.

"Both."

"Uncle, why do I feel like this is going to be a long night?" Zuko brought his hands to his temples.

"It won't be a long night; it'll be a fun night!" Blaise interrupted as Zuko groaned at the statement.

"Come on! Just sing it please! It's really easy!" Blaise pleaded with an older replica of himself.

"I absolutely refuse!"

"It's not that hard. I can tell you the lyrics, it'll be fun. Really! I promise!"

Zuko looked quizzically at the young boy. "You're not going to stop begging until I agree to this, are you?"

Blaise smirked. "Nope! Mommy says I get my stubbornness from you—"

"—please tell me she's not taking all the credit. If anything, you got it from her." Zuko mumbled.

"So you'll do it?"

Zuko responded coldly. "Do I have a choice?"

"Nope!"

Zuko managed to mumble a "fine" as Blaise got ready to teach his future father the words to one of his favorite songs. The young boy climbed back onto the bed and turned to look at Zuko, who had his back against the headboard. Iroh was sitting on the other side of the bed, watching how his nephew was going to interact with the boy.

"Okay, this song is called 'Tears and Rain', okay?" Blaise asked before continuing as Zuko just nodded his head. "The first couple of lines are 'how I wish I could…surrender my soul; shed the clothes that become my skin; see the liar that burns within…my needing.' Got it?"

"Sure," Zuko replied slowly before repeating the young boy. "'how I wish I could surrender my soul…shed the clothes that become my skin; see the liar that burns within my needing.'"

"'How I wish I'd chosen darkness from cold. How I wish I had screamed out loud. Instead, I've found no meaning.'" Blaise added as Zuko repeated.

Zuko, for the most part, learned the song. After Zuko had learned the words, Blaise started singing and Zuko joined in at the choruses. A smile would start to take form on the sixteen-year-olds face every time Blaise smiled because his future father joined him, but it would soon fade. Iroh started to fool around with the young boy as Zuko watched. Then his uncle would convince him to do some activity with Blaise and Zuko would comply and mostly, enjoy it. When they decided that they had had enough fun, it was about midnight. All three of the males agreed that Blaise would stay with Zuko to sleep but would spend most of his time with Iroh, or at least try to spend most of the time with him.

Now, Blaise had thick blood red blankets surrounding him and his head lay upon a matching pillow. Zuko climbed into bed, his back facing the child.

"Daddy?" the six-year-old whispered hesitantly.

Zuko thought about the name before whispering back a 'what'.

"Are you mad at me?"

Zuko turned around at this accusation and looked at the young boy quizzically. "Why would I be mad at you?"

"Because…I've kept you up this late and I know that you don't want me here. You and Mommy always said I was a handful and sometimes I'd wear you out but you'd always say that even though that was true, you'd rather have me doing that than not being there at all. Right now, I don't think that's true, is it?" Blaise explained and questioned while looking down at his hands.

The older boy thought about his words before responding. "It's not necessarily that I don't want you here, it's just that…you really don't belong here. You're right though, you are a handful but I must admit, and you can't tell this to anyone, not even Uncle Iroh."

"Okay! You can tell me anything, I promise I won't tell a soul!" Blaise nodded enthusiastically with a happy tone in his voice.

"That was the most fun I have had in years, even if I was acting like a fool." Blaise giggled at Zuko's confession before commenting.

"I'm glad you did Daddy."

With that, Blaise closed his eyes and soon fell asleep, leaving a smiling Zuko looking admirably at the young boy.

"I'm glad too." Zuko whispered as sleep overtook him.

Zuko's Dream in his P.O.V.

I looked around me and noticed I was in the patio at the Fire Nation Palace that led to the backyard. I heard giggling and that's when I turned around. There was a young girl, about fifteen or sixteen (I supposed) who was running away from a boy who looked about seventeen. I immediately realized he was from the Fire Nation due to his outfit but I knew that the girl wasn't. I walked closer to the two, well ran with them, and saw that the teenage boy grabbed the girl around the waist and twirled her around.

The girl laughed aloud as I got a good look at her. She had light chocolate brown colored skin and a darker shade of hair that matched. I couldn't tell what color of eyes she had but I noticed that she was wearing an outfit that was the color blue. I pondered that until I heard her voice again, which sounded familiar.

"Okay, so you caught me, now what are you going to do?"

I moved closer to the couple and saw the boy smirk.

"You really want to know?"

"Do I have a choice?" the girl shot back.

"You're going to regret saying that!"

The boy leaned in, as if to kiss the girl, but I guess she lost her footing because the next thing they knew, she was screaming as he toppled over her as she hit the green grass.

"You know you look beautiful right?" he whispered as he stared at her.

"Yeah right—"

"—no, I'm serious 'Tara. With your hair spread out like that, and your cheeks so red, it's amazing that I haven't kissed you yet."

"So? Why haven't you?"

The boy shook his head before leaning in to capture her lips with his own. I turned away from the sight and walked around them. I could see my mother's gazebo in the distance and saw that the flowers looked well. The sun was high in the sky and shining brightly. I turned back around when I heard the teenage boy speak again.

"Could you be any more perfect, Katara of the Southern Water Tribe?"

My eyes widened at this.

"Please. I'm less than perfect, you know that," she whispered with doubt in her voice.

"Well, apparently I don't because, Katara, you really are perfect, in every way possible."

"Even if I am a peasant?"

"Ah, but Love, you are forgetting that you no longer are a 'peasant', you are royalty. But most importantly you are mine."

Katara, apparently, blushed at this. "You're right; I am yours, Fire Lord of the Fire Nation."

I, literally, chocked at this. This was supposed to be me? And the peasant that traveled with the Avatar? That couldn't be possible. I mean, she hardly looked sixteen and I hardly looked like I was seventeen. I walked up to the couple to make sure that it was really me. It didn't take me long to realize that it really was me because the scar told everything. Instinctively, my hand came to my cheek where my burn was.

"I, also, wouldn't want it any other way Zuko. I'm glad Xantara and Blaise came to the past. I really am." the girl added sincerely.

"Me too Love and since your birthday is in about, what? Ten months, about, isn't it?" I, well, he questioned with a smirk.

"Yes, your point?" she looked at him knowingly.

"They said that they were born on your birthday, maybe we should make sure that comes true." she laughed lightly at this.

"Then why don't we?"

The boy leaned in to kiss her again but was interrupted by a voice, which sounded oddly familiar.

"Hey! Lovebirds come back inside!" I saw that the Avatar was standing in the patio but he looked a little bit older.

"Yeah, he's right! You're married, you can kiss any other time!" a girl yelled whom I didn't really recognize.

"We're coming Toph!" Katara yelled back as she groaned.

The boy got off her and helped her stand up. He kissed her lips before intertwining their fingers and walking towards the palace. I stared at them as they retreated into the palace, the image soon faded as I fell into a dreamless sleep.

A/N: Okay, well that was chapter three. Took me a while to write that one, I got stuck after Blaise said that it was going to be a fun night.

I hoped you liked it! I added in Zuko's dream because, I didn't find it fair that Katara had a dream but Zuko didn't.

By the way, if Zuko seemed a bit, cool, on realizing that it was he who married Katara then I did it right. For me, I imagine that Zuko would take a really long time to digest that type of information. So yeah.

Drop me a review and an idea!

Love,

Fluff Writer

P.S. fluff heals the soul!