Managed to get this chapter up.
Chapter 6: Rotwood and Breakups

"And so, the proof of the existence of Dragons is undeniably correct!" Zuko's so called teacher, 'professor' Rotwood concluded; his toupee nearly slipping off his head.

This class was boring; all this crackhead was talking about was Dragons and displayed one made of lasagna.

Also, for some strange reason, he always bullied Zuko and kept picking on him.

Zuko had already been short-tempered today, and this wasn't any better, so he raised his hand.

"Yes, Mr. Long?" 'Professor' Rotwood said; turning to him as that eye thing fell off.

"I think that this is boring." Zuko said and he heard many gasps from around the room.

"So you think my dragon lecture is boring?" Mr. Rotwood asked; his eyes nearly literally popping out of his face.

"In one word, yes. All you talk about are Dragons and pixies existing. If they were real, wouldn't you have found one by now? But I don't think you would; with that egg brain of yours." Zuko said; more gasps coming from more people.

NO one, and I meant NO one stood 'Professor' Rotwood up; they were too scared that they might flunk.

"So, Mr. Long, you think that my lecture is boring!" he repeated; his eyes and face reddening in anger.

"Yes, Mr. Rotwood." Zuko said; his own temper flaring. "I told you, Mr. Long, it is pro---" he began but Zuko interrupted him.

"I don't care if it's professor, mister, or King of the World, you're just another person with an over-swelling ego and thinks he's right when he's actually insane!" Zuko shouted; his temper flaring dangerously and wishing he had his Firebending powers so he could burn this egoistic dodo brain to a crisp.

"Alright, Mr. Long, it's off to the principal's office for you!" Mr. Rotwood shouted; not really thinking as Zuko stood up and stomped out while slamming the door.

Just after he left, someone began to applaud and soon, the entire class joined in as they whooped and cheered for Zuko for doing what no one had dared.


WHOO HOO! U ROCK, ZUKO IN JAKE'S BODY!
As Katara walked home alone, she remembered what had happened in school, or at least she heard it.

This boy, Jake, had stood up to that Rotwood teacher. She had always hated him anyway; especially when he kept droning on and on about Magical Creatures.

Jake was the hero of the school; everywhere he went, he was surrounded by people asking questions about what happened and why he did it.

Once, Katara shot a look at him; it was out in the hallway when everyone was going home.

He was on the shoulders of her history class and they were chanting 'Jake! Jake! Jake!' as they passed her.

Jake was a tall boy with dark hair and lean and muscular as he passed, his eyes found hers and she found herself staring into the eyes not of that boy, Jake, but the gold eyes of Zuko.

Her eyes widened as he passed.

And then he was gone; carried out the door by his worshippers.

Just then, her friend, Rachel, came over to her.

"I can't believe you dumped all that. Too bad he's mine now." She whispered softly and disappeared down the hall as Katara stared after her.

She liked Zuko?

Oh, my god.

Rachel liked Zuko, and did she?


OH, NO! Can we say Girl foight?
"Jake, stop. Please." The girl said and Jake stopped to stare at the girl with the bag over her head.

This was Rose; not Huntsgirl, Rose.

"Rose?" he managed to whisper quietly and Huntsgirl looked down as she nodded and stood up as she walked over to him.

"I'm so sorry." She whispered while taking his hand and silently crying into his dragon arm.

Aang and Sokka watched as the person they thought was Katara hugged the Dragon and the Dragon hug her back.

Jake sighed a little before looking down and Rose looked down at the ship as well; many crewmembers were down there, watching.

Jake looked down and back at Rose in this other girl's body.

This was going to be a very life changing journey for the both of them.

Sighing to himself, Jake braced himself to fly back down when something pulled on his arm.

Turning around, he saw Rose in that other girl's body taking his hand and wanting to go with him.

Nodding, Jake put her on his dragon back and flew downward.

When he got back onto the ship, the crew was surprised and was even more surprised when he put Rose down and began walking inside.

As he did, he turned back into Zuko's body and everyone was left to stare after him; including Rose.

Once in Prince Zuko's room, Jake collapsed in this body and took off the armor and lay back on the mattress; bumping his head on the metal floor for flopping down so hard and wincing slightly at the pain.

Rose was here too in this world as some other girl and he was still in love with her, no doubt about it, but could he put aside their differences, even in this world?

They were still enemies and nothing could change that, could it?

This was a difficult choice; Way of life or Love?


Oh, no! I hate choices.
Rose begged Jake to stop, and he did.

Looking straight into the dragon's eyes, Rose saw sadness and some hope for something.

"Rose?" The dragon whispered softly and Rose nodded and walked over to him.

"I'm so sorry." Rose whispers as she wraps her arms around his dragon arm.

This was Jake; not the American Dragon, Jake.

Just then, he pulled away and braced himself to fly down to a small metal ship.

I wanted to be with Jake, I never wanted to leave him again; not caring what would happen or what happens.

Gently, I pull on his arm and he understands.

Steadily, he puts me on his back and dives down.

Flying was, there was no other word for it, magical. When he touched the ship, I was disappointed that it was finished.

Jake just puts me down as he walks away.

As he did, he turns back into a human, but not Jake.

This body was taller and nearly bald with a small patch of hair on the top put in a topknot and had muscle.

After he disappears, an old man comes up to me and offers me tea.

Rose never really liked tea, anyway, so she refuses and just sit on deck.

This was going to be a difficult choice; Way of Life or Love?


Jake and Rose both. Fluff will come later.
Phew. Another chapter finished.