This chapter is rated M just to be safe. This is a really weird chapter. Zuko is totally OOC. Rated M for character death. Read at your own risk.
Disclaimer: I don't own Avatar. I'm never going to. Get it?
Happy Birthday
I once considered him my father. He never considered me his son. Now, with the Avatar barely standing, I'm the one that's in the way. I'm the one that's fighting. I don't care about the world and I'm not going to pretend I do. No. What I want is for him to feel what I did. I want revenge. I suppose this Agni Kai isn't actually a fair one. Six on one. I don't care. It wasn't fair to pit me, his fourteen-year-old son against him either.
The Avatar has passed out long ago and now it is just the two of us. While I sense that he's loosing his energy and loosing control, I still have more to give. I can sense his desperation and I can sense his panic. But I can also sense the feeling in him that I will not hurt him. He is wrong. I lost my heart along the path he sent me and I no longer regret what I am doing.
He's on his knees now, his energy spent. I stand above him finding this situation hilarious. I remember a time when it was switched. I remember I cried like a baby. He won't cry. I know he won't. Instead he'll try and talk his way out of it with sweet words. He'll keep me close because I'm dangerous, but sooner or later he'll find a way to do away with me for good. It's not going to happen.
"Surely a son would not hurt his own father," he says. I almost laugh at him. Pathetic. He's a pathetic piece of worm. I look down. I'm probably not as imposing as he is, but anyone who's seen me bend without my heart has defiantly gone to lengths to please me.
"No," I say. He looks assured until I continue, "Just like a father wouldn't hurt his own son, no?" He looks shocked. I almost laugh as he gets blasted off the dais. He lies there still. But he's alive even if just barely. I know he feels what he's done now and that is enough to calm my anger. "I am not weak and I am not your toy," I tell him, picking up one of the daggers I discarded before I started to fight. I position it at his neck and then give him a sick smile. "Oh. And happy birthday." I slit his throat.