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A/N: And now we're back! Thanks to AbyssDP, ArrayePL, Cinderpool-Beam Me Up Sokka and emotionalpoemgirl for your reviews, and to all those who alerted/favorited it. Sorry this chapter is so short, but their will be more (and I always appreciate ideas). As always, please read and review! Enjoy!
As Lu Ten explained to Jet, much to his uneasiness, there was no need to sleep nor eat nor feel any of the other needs of humans in the spirit world. They could, however, for the mere pleasure and familiarity of these actions, but it was unneeded. They were spirits after all, with no substantial bodies to care for. But Lu Ten recognized Jet's worry, being new to the whole idea, and so told him to get some sleep and they would worry about the rest of it in the morning.
Jet awoke late the next day to the annoying sensation of having his arm prodded repeatedly. Jet groaned and rolled over to face the source of it and grumbled,
"What?"
His eyes expelled sleep almost instantly in surprise; he'd expected Lu Ten but instead found the one called Nami standing above him. The man said grouchily,
"Get up. Don't waste my time, boy. It's late and we have to get moving."
"Don't be so unkind, Nami. Besides, what's the rush? Have you some pressing appointment?" Lu Ten laughed and said mockingly "Even here in the spirit world the great 'Commander Zhao' cannot rest!"
Zhao snarled back at him.
"What would you know about it, 'your highness'?" Zhao replied just as rudely. "You never had any ambition, just like that lazy father of yours."
Lu Ten steamed at his words and Zhao smirked.
"Don't you dare talk about my father that way! The Dragon of the West is a great general and a great man, much better than you could ever be Zhao!"
"He's fallen quite a ways since your death, boy. You should have seen him roaming around the seas with that no good cousin of yours. They deserve each other, the little brat and that fat old fool."
Lu Ten was shaking in anger and he began to stride towards Zhao, looking intent on causing physical damage, however impossible that was in the spirit world. Jet, who had much experience in these kind of dealings when he was the leader of a gang, stepped forward and placed himself between the two. If being a Freedom Fighter had taught him anything it was when to act and when not to act. This was definitely a time to act, considering his eternal rest depended on the ability of these two to work together.
"Hey, take it easy." he said, putting a hand out and catching Lu Ten by the shoulder as he tried to get at Zhao. Lu Ten's face tightened as if he was trying to stop words from coming out by clasping his lips into a thin line. He glowered at the man opposite him for a moment, then turned away. He began to walk away and said,
"Let's just go."
Jet followed him with his eyes then looked to see if Zhao would follow. The man stood for a minute, still looking rather pleased with himself. It bugged Jet.
"Hey Nami, are you coming?" Jet asked, with false sincerity.
"I said don't call me that!" Came Zhao's frustrated cry.
When Jet caught up with Lu Ten a little while later, the prince turned and said with the barest trace of a smile,
"You know Jet, you're alright. Between the two of us Zhao will never be able to rest."
Jet nodded absently. He couldn't help but wonder at the situation. If he was alive, there was no way he'd be talking to this guy let alone agreeing with him. But then, if he was alive, he wouldn't be in this mess to begin with.