Disclaimer: I don't own the Avatar, can't you tell? Thank you for the reviews from almostinsane and dream royale. This story is actually has angst and comedy, drama, and action.
Why am I even doing this? Zuko thought. He was running towards the screaming baby in a burning house. A stitch was forming on his side, but he didn't stop running. He didn't know why, but his heart was telling him to go, and he couldn't ignore it. This baby shouldn't die, because of stupid Zhao and Zuko approached the house.
"Zuko!" Called out a familiar voice. Zuko looked around, and saw his Uncle running towards him. "What are you doing?" Iroh asked, but already knowing the answer.
"I have to go do something, please… just let me go." Zuko pleaded, the baby's screams were just almost unbearable. But Iroh grabbed his arm.
"You'll be throwing your life away, if you go in there. Please Zuko don't go," said Iroh, his face contorted in sadness. He couldn't bear it if his nephew died; he was like a son to him. He didn't know what he would do if Zuko died.
"I'm sorry Uncle." Zuko softly said. Zuko couldn't look his Uncle in the face, afraid to see disappointment, or sad frown. Zuko pulled away, and without turning around, he said. "Don't worry, I'll come back." And Zuko took off into the blazing building.