Chapter 3: Sitting Ducks
"Guess we'll just wait until he comes back, eh?" I frown "Are you sure that's a good idea?" I ask, but he's already striding confidently across the room. "Oh, and since there's a mutual recognition between the three of us…" He lifts away his mask and sits it on the floor behind a lavish nightstand, unveiling his arrogant smirk. I look away as I take off the stuffy mask and armor. I remove everything except for the baggy pants and blood red robe.
"Nice" he says, appraising me. I encounter much difficulty in my struggle to abstain from slapping him. I decide if we have some time to kill rather than a Firelord, I might as well vent.
"Why did you cut my hair? This dumb mask completely defeated its purpose, whatever it was. And how did you go from sweet and on my side to a complete jerk?" he said nothing, then calmly replied "For one, you won't always have that mask to hide behind, depending on how long this takes. And I'm technically still on your side; as for the jerk thing, I'm just getting into character. Something you've yet to do, soldier" I grimaced "Do I look like a soldier to you?"
He softened "No…you look like a fallen angel" I blush and try to wittingly cover it up "You know, that's the Illuminati's alias for Lucifer: I don't take that as a compliment." he laughs, but it's cut short as we both hear footsteps approach.
He eyes me solemnly "Ready?" I don't answer, feeling sicker and sicker with each step the person takes.
Ozai already? Iono. Read the next chappyter to find out! Like always, review please!