Post by Kyatto on Feb 1, 2007 4:27:21 GMT -5
The Future Is Fire
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Disclaimer: I do not own anyone or anything in Avatar: The Last Airbender.
Note: This is loosely based on a mini RP I was in where Zuko was an evil Fire Lord, Katara was a rogue rebel, and Aang…Well…Aang will be explained in the story. Hope you all enjoy! This is also a primarily a Gen story. Meaning, very little of the fluffy romance.
Pairings that will appear: Aang/Katara (brief), Katara/Toph (main pairing), Zuko/Mai (one-sided on Mai’s part), Zuko/Aang (very light), Zuko/Katara (brief)
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Chapter One
The Fire Lord
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The drum-like beating of his heart pounded loudly in his head. His heated breaths came out in fiery pants as he slowly got to his feet. The bastard could knock him down again and again for all eternity, but this time he will not run away like a coward. He will stand his ground and fight no matter what. Zuko was determined for this to be the final battle, and there was no way he was going to let Ozai win again. With golden eyes glazed over by burning hatred, he leered down his father who now sported several burn wounds of his own. For the first time in his life, Zuko had never felt a lust like this. His determination to win only added more to the rush as she shot forth another flame from his fist. The Fire Lord dodged it, however since he was wounded his motions were slow and the flame grazed the side of his shoulder.
Seizing the moment, Zuko whipped behind him to grab a decorative pair of twin broadswords off the wall and aimed them at his father. The elder man merely grinned, firm in his belief that his son was too weak. The steel blades of the swords started to glow with immense heat and Zuko spun around slightly, a flame coming off each blade. Shocked, Ozai maneuvered himself to attempt to dodge but both managed to get him across his chest. Sputtering in pain and annoyance, he lashed out at his son, dashing towards him with fists ready to pump out fire. Zuko got on the defense, crossing the blades in front of him.
Just as Ozai neared him, Zuko leapt into action. He sliced at him with one blade as an arm covered in fire came close to his body, and got a pretty good gash in the flesh. His father growled and gripped protectively onto his wounded arm and shot a deadly glare at his son. Seeing his brute of a father actually feel pain gave Zuko a very dark feeling, a feeling of control and power….He liked it. He took a deep breath and blew out a blast of flames in his father’s face, knocking him onto his back. Quickly, as not to let him get the chance to defend himself, he stomped on the man’s stomach with a hard boot heel and pointed the tip of one sword at his throat. Ozai looked up at him and for the first time he had a look of sheer terror in his eyes.
“Z-Zuko…”
“I am not weak,” Zuko said in a frighteningly serious tone, and with those last words he raised one blade and plunged it down into the man’s heat. With an expression of pure satisfaction the prince watched as the light left his father’s eyes and his head loll to one side. The ruthless Fire Lord Ozai was finally dead.
Hearing the roars of a battle and the sounds of blasting fire and sword clashes, Iroh came dashing into my room. The sight he came in upon though was what he least expected. A frightened look crossed his face as he saw the young Prince Zuko stand upon the dead body of the Fire Lord, blades held at his hips, looking extremely victorious. He whispered, “Prince…Zuko?”
The only thing Zuko did in acknowledgement to the sound of his voice was to turn his head to face him and give him a sinister grin.
Five years later, in a dazzling palace, a tall figure stood. His eyes glanced over his surroundings which consisted of a very empty throne room. He walked down the steps that lead to his throne and left the room down a long hallway. Halfway down he was stopped by a heavily armored soldier holding a scroll. The man paused in his tracks to look at the soldier and nodded.
“My lord, I have brought you news from the north.”
“Oh?” the man arched a brow.
“There seems to be a rumor of a young Waterbender living in Fire Nation territory…They believe she ran away.”
The man narrowed his eyes. “How does this concern me?”
“It is believed you knew her in the past, my lord. Her name is Katara.”
“Katara…” the man murmured in a low tone. “Hmm… Let me think… No, I don’t recall ever knowing a girl by that name. If you want to send a few soldiers out to find her because she’s trespassing that is one thing, but this matter really does not concern me. I have more important things to worry about than some silly girl from the Water Tribe.”
“Yes, my lord,” the soldier bowed and then dashed down the hallway.
When the soldier was out of sight the Fire Lord leaned against the wall and held a hand to his scarred eye. “Katara…”
The thing was, the Fire Lord did know a girl named Katara. A very long time ago when they were both different people. She was with the Avatar, his mortal enemy. She had tried countless times to befriend him but he refused. That was how it should be and how he wanted it. He really didn’t care one bit about her. However, the sudden news of her escaping to the Fire Nation got him wondering. What happened? Sure, the war was finally over and the countries for the most part were at peace so there wasn’t much of an issue just leaving her country…It was still perplexing. Did this mean the Avatar was in the Fire Nation too? He hadn’t seen the young Airbender in years… In fact, ever since the final battle he hadn’t seen or heard from anyone in the Avatar’s group. Not that it really mattered, it was just a thought.
Zuko resumed walking once more and stopped when he came to a room where he saw a woman sitting on a couch with a small child on her lap. He nodded to her.
“Good morning, my lord,” she smiled.
“How is the child, Mai?” he asked her quietly.
“Your daughter is fine as always,” Mai replied, stroking the hair of the sleeping babe. “She just had a long night.”
“Any sparks yet?” he gave her a knowing look.
She shook her head, “Absolutely nothing. It is believed she may not be a bender…She may not have your better traits.”
“Then what good is she?” Zuko snapped. “How would it look if the heir to the throne of the Fire Nation can’t even bend fire? She’s useless to me! We’ll just have to try again…”
“Zuko!” Mai hissed, covering her child’s ears. “How dare you speak ill of your own flesh and blood! Just because she can’t bend doesn’t make her worthless!” It was obvious that she took personal offense to his statement as well.
Zuko lashed out and grabbed her by the wrist, forcing her to meet his gaze. “Don’t you talk back at me! Remember, I only took you as my bride as a favor to your father for helping me defeat Ozai. I have no feelings for you, or this worthless spawn you call a child. Learn your place or else I’ll have to teach it to you.”
“I-I…You…” Mai murmured softly under her breath so he couldn’t hear, tears dripping down her cheeks. “You’re a…What happened to you….”
Ignoring the sound of her crying, Zuko made his way to the exit. “I expect you to be in my chambers tonight.” And with that, he was gone.
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“Nephew, I heard from one of the wet nurses you made your wife cry. What did you-" Iroh had to dodge a burst of flame.
“What have I told you, Uncle?” Zuko exclaimed.
Iroh stammered, “I-I mean my lord….”
“Better. Now, what are you blathering on about?”
“Your wife, Mai. You made her cry. She won’t even let anyone you’re related to see your own daughter. What have you done?”
“The child is worthless to me,” Zuko shifted his seat in his throne. “I was informed she is not a bender. She’s no better than a mere peasant.”
“But Neph- I mean, my lord, why should that matter? You weren’t exactly the gem your sister was when you were young…Yet you’re the Fire Lord now.”
“That was different!” The Fire Lord snapped. “I was just mediocre at the time! This useless excuse for a princess can’t even bend at all! She’s of no use to me. Let Mai do what she sees fit. I don’t want her. Let the daughter be an early birthday gift to her or something. I’ll try again at a later time.”
“Zuko, have you really become that heartless?” Iroh asked.
Zuko shot him a glare.
“My lord…” Iroh sighed. “Are you really that cruel that you’ll deny a being you helped create?”
“Perhaps I am,” Zuko replied. “If I want to ensure a stable future for this nation I need a powerful heir, no exceptions.”
“You’ve only been Fire Lord for a few years, and you have many more ahead of you. You still have a lot to learn about being in power, Prince Zuko.”
“I’ve had enough of this!” Zuko glared. “Get out of my sight, Uncle. I no longer wish to deal with you.
“Very well,” Iroh shook his head. “I will leave you be. Just think about what I said.”
Zuko merely scoffed.
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Later that evening when Zuko was looking over a few maps and going over plans for the Earth Kingdom, there was a knock on his door.
“Enter.”
A few soldiers came in and the one who appeared to be the leader stepped forward. “My lord, you have a visitor.”
“I was not expecting anyone this evening. Tell them to return when they have the manners to give me proper notice. I have no time to deal with commoners.”
“My lord,” The soldier said. “You don’t seem to understand…”
“Understand what? The fact you’re grating on my nerves?”
“It’s the Avatar sir.”
Zuko arched a brow. “The Avatar you say? What does he want?”
“I don’t know,” the soldier shook his head. “He just showed up at the palace gates demanding to speak with you.”
“Bring him to the Throne Room. I will meet him there.”
“As you wish, my lord,” The soldiers filed out of the room.
When the soldiers were gone Zuko allowed himself to smirk as he rested his chin on his folded hands. “The Avatar…It’s been a while….”
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(End of chapter one! Let me know what you all think! Yes, I know Zuko’s acting very mean and cruel, but it will all be explained later on I promise.)
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Disclaimer: I do not own anyone or anything in Avatar: The Last Airbender.
Note: This is loosely based on a mini RP I was in where Zuko was an evil Fire Lord, Katara was a rogue rebel, and Aang…Well…Aang will be explained in the story. Hope you all enjoy! This is also a primarily a Gen story. Meaning, very little of the fluffy romance.
Pairings that will appear: Aang/Katara (brief), Katara/Toph (main pairing), Zuko/Mai (one-sided on Mai’s part), Zuko/Aang (very light), Zuko/Katara (brief)
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Chapter One
The Fire Lord
---
The drum-like beating of his heart pounded loudly in his head. His heated breaths came out in fiery pants as he slowly got to his feet. The bastard could knock him down again and again for all eternity, but this time he will not run away like a coward. He will stand his ground and fight no matter what. Zuko was determined for this to be the final battle, and there was no way he was going to let Ozai win again. With golden eyes glazed over by burning hatred, he leered down his father who now sported several burn wounds of his own. For the first time in his life, Zuko had never felt a lust like this. His determination to win only added more to the rush as she shot forth another flame from his fist. The Fire Lord dodged it, however since he was wounded his motions were slow and the flame grazed the side of his shoulder.
Seizing the moment, Zuko whipped behind him to grab a decorative pair of twin broadswords off the wall and aimed them at his father. The elder man merely grinned, firm in his belief that his son was too weak. The steel blades of the swords started to glow with immense heat and Zuko spun around slightly, a flame coming off each blade. Shocked, Ozai maneuvered himself to attempt to dodge but both managed to get him across his chest. Sputtering in pain and annoyance, he lashed out at his son, dashing towards him with fists ready to pump out fire. Zuko got on the defense, crossing the blades in front of him.
Just as Ozai neared him, Zuko leapt into action. He sliced at him with one blade as an arm covered in fire came close to his body, and got a pretty good gash in the flesh. His father growled and gripped protectively onto his wounded arm and shot a deadly glare at his son. Seeing his brute of a father actually feel pain gave Zuko a very dark feeling, a feeling of control and power….He liked it. He took a deep breath and blew out a blast of flames in his father’s face, knocking him onto his back. Quickly, as not to let him get the chance to defend himself, he stomped on the man’s stomach with a hard boot heel and pointed the tip of one sword at his throat. Ozai looked up at him and for the first time he had a look of sheer terror in his eyes.
“Z-Zuko…”
“I am not weak,” Zuko said in a frighteningly serious tone, and with those last words he raised one blade and plunged it down into the man’s heat. With an expression of pure satisfaction the prince watched as the light left his father’s eyes and his head loll to one side. The ruthless Fire Lord Ozai was finally dead.
Hearing the roars of a battle and the sounds of blasting fire and sword clashes, Iroh came dashing into my room. The sight he came in upon though was what he least expected. A frightened look crossed his face as he saw the young Prince Zuko stand upon the dead body of the Fire Lord, blades held at his hips, looking extremely victorious. He whispered, “Prince…Zuko?”
The only thing Zuko did in acknowledgement to the sound of his voice was to turn his head to face him and give him a sinister grin.
Five years later, in a dazzling palace, a tall figure stood. His eyes glanced over his surroundings which consisted of a very empty throne room. He walked down the steps that lead to his throne and left the room down a long hallway. Halfway down he was stopped by a heavily armored soldier holding a scroll. The man paused in his tracks to look at the soldier and nodded.
“My lord, I have brought you news from the north.”
“Oh?” the man arched a brow.
“There seems to be a rumor of a young Waterbender living in Fire Nation territory…They believe she ran away.”
The man narrowed his eyes. “How does this concern me?”
“It is believed you knew her in the past, my lord. Her name is Katara.”
“Katara…” the man murmured in a low tone. “Hmm… Let me think… No, I don’t recall ever knowing a girl by that name. If you want to send a few soldiers out to find her because she’s trespassing that is one thing, but this matter really does not concern me. I have more important things to worry about than some silly girl from the Water Tribe.”
“Yes, my lord,” the soldier bowed and then dashed down the hallway.
When the soldier was out of sight the Fire Lord leaned against the wall and held a hand to his scarred eye. “Katara…”
The thing was, the Fire Lord did know a girl named Katara. A very long time ago when they were both different people. She was with the Avatar, his mortal enemy. She had tried countless times to befriend him but he refused. That was how it should be and how he wanted it. He really didn’t care one bit about her. However, the sudden news of her escaping to the Fire Nation got him wondering. What happened? Sure, the war was finally over and the countries for the most part were at peace so there wasn’t much of an issue just leaving her country…It was still perplexing. Did this mean the Avatar was in the Fire Nation too? He hadn’t seen the young Airbender in years… In fact, ever since the final battle he hadn’t seen or heard from anyone in the Avatar’s group. Not that it really mattered, it was just a thought.
Zuko resumed walking once more and stopped when he came to a room where he saw a woman sitting on a couch with a small child on her lap. He nodded to her.
“Good morning, my lord,” she smiled.
“How is the child, Mai?” he asked her quietly.
“Your daughter is fine as always,” Mai replied, stroking the hair of the sleeping babe. “She just had a long night.”
“Any sparks yet?” he gave her a knowing look.
She shook her head, “Absolutely nothing. It is believed she may not be a bender…She may not have your better traits.”
“Then what good is she?” Zuko snapped. “How would it look if the heir to the throne of the Fire Nation can’t even bend fire? She’s useless to me! We’ll just have to try again…”
“Zuko!” Mai hissed, covering her child’s ears. “How dare you speak ill of your own flesh and blood! Just because she can’t bend doesn’t make her worthless!” It was obvious that she took personal offense to his statement as well.
Zuko lashed out and grabbed her by the wrist, forcing her to meet his gaze. “Don’t you talk back at me! Remember, I only took you as my bride as a favor to your father for helping me defeat Ozai. I have no feelings for you, or this worthless spawn you call a child. Learn your place or else I’ll have to teach it to you.”
“I-I…You…” Mai murmured softly under her breath so he couldn’t hear, tears dripping down her cheeks. “You’re a…What happened to you….”
Ignoring the sound of her crying, Zuko made his way to the exit. “I expect you to be in my chambers tonight.” And with that, he was gone.
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“Nephew, I heard from one of the wet nurses you made your wife cry. What did you-" Iroh had to dodge a burst of flame.
“What have I told you, Uncle?” Zuko exclaimed.
Iroh stammered, “I-I mean my lord….”
“Better. Now, what are you blathering on about?”
“Your wife, Mai. You made her cry. She won’t even let anyone you’re related to see your own daughter. What have you done?”
“The child is worthless to me,” Zuko shifted his seat in his throne. “I was informed she is not a bender. She’s no better than a mere peasant.”
“But Neph- I mean, my lord, why should that matter? You weren’t exactly the gem your sister was when you were young…Yet you’re the Fire Lord now.”
“That was different!” The Fire Lord snapped. “I was just mediocre at the time! This useless excuse for a princess can’t even bend at all! She’s of no use to me. Let Mai do what she sees fit. I don’t want her. Let the daughter be an early birthday gift to her or something. I’ll try again at a later time.”
“Zuko, have you really become that heartless?” Iroh asked.
Zuko shot him a glare.
“My lord…” Iroh sighed. “Are you really that cruel that you’ll deny a being you helped create?”
“Perhaps I am,” Zuko replied. “If I want to ensure a stable future for this nation I need a powerful heir, no exceptions.”
“You’ve only been Fire Lord for a few years, and you have many more ahead of you. You still have a lot to learn about being in power, Prince Zuko.”
“I’ve had enough of this!” Zuko glared. “Get out of my sight, Uncle. I no longer wish to deal with you.
“Very well,” Iroh shook his head. “I will leave you be. Just think about what I said.”
Zuko merely scoffed.
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Later that evening when Zuko was looking over a few maps and going over plans for the Earth Kingdom, there was a knock on his door.
“Enter.”
A few soldiers came in and the one who appeared to be the leader stepped forward. “My lord, you have a visitor.”
“I was not expecting anyone this evening. Tell them to return when they have the manners to give me proper notice. I have no time to deal with commoners.”
“My lord,” The soldier said. “You don’t seem to understand…”
“Understand what? The fact you’re grating on my nerves?”
“It’s the Avatar sir.”
Zuko arched a brow. “The Avatar you say? What does he want?”
“I don’t know,” the soldier shook his head. “He just showed up at the palace gates demanding to speak with you.”
“Bring him to the Throne Room. I will meet him there.”
“As you wish, my lord,” The soldiers filed out of the room.
When the soldiers were gone Zuko allowed himself to smirk as he rested his chin on his folded hands. “The Avatar…It’s been a while….”
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(End of chapter one! Let me know what you all think! Yes, I know Zuko’s acting very mean and cruel, but it will all be explained later on I promise.)
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