A/N: I was thinking the other day, 'I wonder how Zuko would take his Uncle's death.' This was the result of my thinking.

Soothe- Day 6

Many tears fell that day in Ba Sing Se. People gathered under a familiar tree oak tree that Iroh once sat under, singing to his deceased son. Though as people left two people had lingered. A firebender and a waterbender sat under the tree lighting joss sticks in memory of his Uncle. Zuko said nothing, he felt like the once lost boy he was. Katara knelt to Zuko's level as leaves fell from the oak tree. Wrapping her arms around him she cried with him. She didn't do this out of pity, she did this out of love.

With the couple, a brown woven basket sat beside them. Carefully, Zuko pulled out cups filling them with tea. The two sat there having one last cup of tea with the dragon of the west. The sun was setting behind them warming their backs. It gave off a soft orange haze, the color soaking into the clouds. The setting sun only seemed to distress Zuko more. He remembered the nights where his Uncle would sit by the pond begging his nephew to join him. He would only reply by telling him, 'maybe some other time.' Oh how he regretted those words. He wanted to take back every sunset ever set just to sit with his uncle. It seemed to him that from now on sunsets wouldn't be as pretty knowing he couldn't spend them with his uncle. Zuko made himself a promise, he would try to enjoy this last beautiful sunset with Katara. In a tight holding embrace they watched the brightest star descend. It was the best sunset he had ever seen. Zuko, still saddened, envisioned spending the remaining sunsets with Katara. He wanted to make everything count, he didn't want to take things for granted anymore. He was going to make up for the lost time.

As they left you could hear a faint sound of a song Zuko had heard so many years ago,

Leaves from the vine
Falling so slow
Like fragile tiny shells
Drifting in the foam
Little soldier boy
Come marching home
Brave soldier boy
Comes marching home,

Zuko looked back once more, his hand wrapped securely around Katara's. Left behind was a little white porcelain cup decorated with soft pink roses. Filled to the rim, was one last cup of hot jasmine tea.

Somebody help...something heavy has hit me right in the feels and I can't get up:,( so sad. Fandoms can be dangerous.