"Hey, Zuko, what happened to your face?"
The 12 year old shoved his teasing sister aside and ran down the hall.
Stupid Azula..
The prince stopped in front of a long mirror. Cautiously, he slowly lifted the white bandage covering his eye.
He gasped.
It was horrible. The color of fire, spreading to his ear. Trembling, he raised his hand to it, only to jerk it away from the pain.
Tears formed, but even that hurt, so he stared at his face in the mirror.
How could he do this to me?
"The swelling will go down, Prince Zuko."
"But it'll leave a scar?"
"..Yes."
His sister was beside him again, smirking.
"Good thing Mom's gone, huh? I bet she'd hate the way you look."
"Shut up, Azula!"
He pushed into the wall and stomped off.
Azula brushed herself off. Her uncle walked over.
"What's his problem? I was just kidding. It's his fault, anyway."
Iroh sighed as his neice ran off.
"No," he whispered, "it's mine."
awww. poor zuko/iroh..i always wondered if iroh felt guilty about letting zuko into the war meeting thing where he spoke out, thus resulting in the agni kai...
k, so i'll do a sokka one..but what about? i was thinking about it being with his dad going off with the other men in the viallge..idk.
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