Chapter 12: Losing My Religion
I ended up changing the chapter title, well because it wasn't a song title that I was actually sure was a song because it was a band I don't listen to but some of my friends do… but anyway I changed it, not that it matters. Can't go wrong with and R.E.M. song. Anyway, this chapter is much longer than last one, so yay for that. Not much else to say, so enjoy the chapter.
Somewhere during the time their lips were locked they had moved. Azula's back was to the sand and her fingers curled through Jet's long hair. They didn't know hoe much time had passed. They didn't care. Only their passions mattered.
Jet pulled back and Azula followed him up. They parted. Jet stared into her eyes. "First you want to fill me and now this. What's going on, Azula? What do you want?"
Azula sighed as they stood up. She turned her back to him. "All my life I've been sure. I've been in control. I knew. But now… I don't know."
"What do you mean?"
Azula turned back to him. "Jet." His name sounded strange from her lips. "You're the leader of a rebel force. I'm the Princess of the Fire Nation. I'm supposed to kill you and not look back. So why? Why can't I kill you?"
"Azula." He reached out to her.
She stepped back. "You don't understand."
Jet took her hands and pulled her closer. "I can't understand unless you let me." His hand trailed her cheek lightly. "Talk to me."
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Crin and Sokka were loading supplies onto Kemos, Crin's sky bison. Shen and Caro decided to go back to Konashi by ship. Tomo was coming to keep up Crin's training. He was nearly a master airbender himself and was chosen to accompany them. That and he was downright curious about the world outside of the island.
Raan rushed up to Crin, grasping her around the knees. Crin looked down. "Raan, what is it?"
"You're leaving me again."
"I'll be back. You have to stay here where it's safe."
"Are you really coming back?"
"Of course."
"I don't want you to go."
"I know." Crin hugged her sister. "But we all have to do things we don't like. You get to stay here with Uncle Iroh."
"He's gonna make me drink tea." Raan's face scrunched up.
"Yeah, but that means you get to eat lots of sweets too."
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The sun was setting when Appa landed. They were on the mainland, searching the beaches for signs of a shipwreck. They had found nothing. They were tired. They had no idea where to look.
As they set up camp, they could hear the gentle strummings of music. Familiar music. Aang, who was most curious, peered through the bushes.
"Chong!" he shouted. It was the nomadic musicians they'd met on the way to Omashu.
"Hey! You're that guy from the tunnel. Where's Sokka?"
"He didn't come with us. We split up."
"Oh. That's too bad. I wrote a song about him. Do you want to hear it?"
"Umm… maybe later."
"Ok. So who are these new guys?" Chong asked.
"These are some new friends, Toph, Zuko, and Ursa."
"Nice to meet you. Hey, you remind me of Sokka," Chong said to Zuko. "He had that same look all the time."
Katara giggled.
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"You make it sound so easy." Azula told him. She turned away again.
"I know it's not easy. We're practically strangers. But talk to me," Jet pressed.
"How am I supposed to talk to you? We're supposed to be enemies!"
Jet stooped to pick something up. He pressed something smooth into her hands. The lightning glass. She looked down at it. "Fire and Earth."
Azula sighed and sat back down on the beach. "I'm supposed to be perfect. Daddy's little girl. Firebending prodigy. Cool. Merciless. Strong. I'm supposed to support the war. My brother was banished because he spoke out against it. And I always thought that father was right about everything, until now."
"What happened?" Jet urged softly.
"I found my mother. She disappeared years ago. Before my father ever became Fire Lord. She… sees things differently. And…"
"And now you're questioning everything," Jet finished for her. "Who you are, your father, the war."
Azula nodded.
"So then the question is, who are you?"
"And the problem is, I don't know anymore."
Yeah that's better for chapter length. I felt so bad for such a short chapter last time. And you better have read sonadorica's "Iroh's Lost Love Oneshot." Otherwise, you're missing out on some awesome hilariousness. I mean it; you better read my friend's stuff. You'll love it. If you think I'm remotely funny, then you'll love it because she has the same crazy sense of humor as me only her fic is purely humor. So go read it instead of wasting time. OK. Always looking forward to your feedback, so let me know how you like the story. Ta! And I'll probably stop saying "ta" eventually, just bear with me.