Post by catalyst283 on Jan 23, 2007 22:27:24 GMT -5
NOTE: DO NOT STOP READING JUST BECAUSE IT MAY HAVE CERTAIN IMPLICATIONS OF A PAIRING *coughZutaranotOzai-Zukoyousickoscough* YOU DO NOT LIKE; THE IDEA OF OZAI "FALLING FROM GRACE" IS A GOOD ONE AND YOU DO NOT WANT TO MISS THE WHOLE STORY BECAUSE OF YOUR DISLIKING OF A CERTAIN PAIRING.
I hope I made myself clear.
Sorry if I'm being harsh; but I reread this and saw the implications and didn't want to turn anybody away because of the pairing; take out the pairing in your head if you have to and you'll have a good song-fic; I promise.
Song that the lyrics and title are from is "Top of the World" by the All-American Rejects. Listen to it if you haven't already; it's a good song.
Top of the World
He looked out at the moon thoughtfully. And to think that he had thought it would have been his downfall at the North Pole if the sun hadn’t come up; for she had been more powerful than him when the moon was up. Only when the sun rose did he rise and blast her unconscious, grabbing the Avatar.
Of course, he had ended up losing the Avatar after she beat him again when they found him, and then they had saved the Avatar and him, but that was another story, another day and he was over that. Capturing the Avatar had eventually become pointless, when his sister had declared his uncle, Iroh, and him enemies of the fire nation meaning that coming back would be pointless, as they would receive the same treatment as the captured Avatar and his friends.
He shuddered. Death was better than whatever Azula and his father would deal out. He and his uncle had then joined the Avatar, called Aang, and his group, knowing that since they were running from the same people and had the same goals in mind, they might as well do it together. Plus they would benefit from each other in many ways. His uncle and he had taught Aang firebending, as Aang practiced earthbending with the blind girl, Toph, and waterbending with the water tribe girl, Katara.
All of them, even the water tribe boy with no bending, had been training for the final battle. Now it was the eve of the battle to end it all- the only thing that he was worried about was how it would end- what the end would be; the end of the war or the end of them. He had realized that he didn’t want to die; not now. He wanted to live to see the end of his father’s cruel reign.
Now he looked at the moon in reverence, instead of the contempt he used to have for it. Of course, he hadn’t wanted to destroy the moon spirit, like Zhao had; he just hadn’t liked the moon before because his powers had been weakened. But everything was different now. He turned his head as she came by him and sat next to him. He sighed happily. She was the reason for his change in thoughts.
“What are you thinking about?” She asked softly, seeing his calculating expression.
“Things.” He answered, pausing before continuing, “Just about how we’re on the same side now and it’s the eve of the final battle, the battle to end the war. I’m worried what kind of end the war will take, though.” He turned his face and looked at hers, reveling in her beautiful blue eyes. She smiled sadly, knowing exactly what he meant.
“Me too. I’m hoping that Aang will defeat him, the war will end, and we’ll all live in peace. My happily ever after. But I know it probably won’t be like that even if Aang defeats him; there will be complications and it won’t be the perfect happy ending we hope for.” She looked down while speaking, then up at the moon when she finished. He was lost in thought, knowing exactly who she was talking about. It brought a bitter taste and bad memories.
Is there anybody out there
That wakes up with a bitter taste
She was talking about his father, of course, Fire Lord Ozai, the evil tyrant that was seeking to end the war with the power of Souzen’s comet at the end of summer. He had finally accepted that his father would never accept him, never love him and never let him come home. He received fatherly love from his uncle, a person who truly cared about him.
It was kind of sad, really, that he had wasted all those years pinning for his father’s love, trying to be someone that he wasn’t, just to try and shine in his father’s eyes, because he would never be that person his father wanted him to be. He would never get what he had so desperately wanted all those years. It was time wasted that he could never get back.
So now he had to make the most of the time he had left, and help the Avatar as repentance. And that he would do. He would help Aang, the Avatar, defeat his father, the tyrant that had directly and indirectly murdered and killed hundreds upon thousands of people. Lives that could never be returned. The other nations would never truly forgive the fire nation even if the fire nation lost the war. They would be hated for the rest of their lives, and the next fire lord would have a constant task of keeping peace and paying for the lives and damages done to the other nations.
He ignored the tiny voice in his head saying that the next fire lord would most likely be him, because he didn’t want to be hated like that, he didn’t want to have to be in that dreadful position of repairing the broken bridges burned across the world. He hated his father for having put in that position. It still saddened and angered him that it was his father that was the cause of most of the problems in the world today and that he would have to be the one to ‘mop up’ all the messes once he became fire lord.
It's a king that we put up there
And he's a short way to fall from grace
She turned to him, and saw him lost in thought. Their recent long talks had helped her better understand him and his past, making her be able to know exactly what he was thinking about at that moment. She knew that he was thinking about his father and all the damage Ozai had done to the world.
Her heart hardened as she thought of the death of her mother. Ozai had been the cause of her mother’s death. But she didn’t hate him, because she was not that kind of person to hate anyone. It was too bad really, because he deserved it. Ozai deserved every amount of hate and contempt the other nations of the world, maybe even the other people of the fire nation, had for him.
True, it had been Fire Lord Souzen that had started the war, Ozai’s grandfather and Zuko’s great-grandfather, but Ozai had done so much damage to the world in the little amount of time that he had been fire lord that she dismissed that. He was just as evil and power hungry as his father and grandfather before him. She wanted to be in the room when Aang defeated Ozai, because she wanted to see him taken down a level. He needed to go down.
It's slowly filling upward
You can stand but you have no ground
I hear it from the lost words
They say it's time that you lost your crown
Her eyes softened as she looked at Zuko, not believing that he was Ozai’s son. She believed that he had inherited most of his mother’s traits, because she couldn’t see any of Ozai’s traits in him. The only things that she thought might be from his father were Zuko’s hot-temperedness, stubbornness, and arrogance. Those traits she could deal with, and she did deal with them daily. He had lost his arrogance during his life as a refugee from the fire nation, and although he still was hot-tempered and stubborn, she liked those parts of him.
She remembered something her grandmother had once told her; that people’s eyes were the windows of their souls. She had looked deep into Zuko’s eyes and she had not seen evil in him. It was a relief, and she had known at that point that his good side under his hard exterior was worth searching for. And she had found and uncovered it, though slowly.
She sighed contently as she looked at him. He was nothing like his father and she was glad. She loved him all the more for that, knowing the man he would become would be someone she would want to be with for the rest of her life. She would help him with the troubles he would come across when fire lord; help him sort through the mess Ozai had left for him.
She wished there was a way for Ozai to see how much people detested him, how much he was hated and feared. All that damage, death and destruction that he caused. Ozai would pay dearly for his actions, she would see to that. She would do everything in her power to help Aang win- and she hoped Ozai would suffer a long and painful death. He deserved to be consumed by the fire that he commanded, he needed to have his own power turned against him and slowly burn to death. She couldn’t let him have the satisfaction of killing himself, no she couldn’t. She remembered a saying someone once told her. You play with fire; you’re gonna get burned.
Don't be so greedy
A dollar's a penny to you
When hearts are beating
Say what you want 'em to do
Wasting away... I see you
When the top of the world falls on you
Finding a day, don't wanna be you
When the top of the world falls on you
Author's Notes from back when I wrote it..........over the summer. xD
Wow, this was hard to do. I started it awhile ago, but then decided to do “11:11 PM” instead, so I started and finished that one and left this one with one paragraph done, in the middle of a thought. I found out the next time I came back to finish this drabble that as an author you can never leave a sentence or paragraph hanging for a day because the next day you’ll most likely have no idea what you had wanted to write. So if the first paragraph seems a bit rocky, it’s because it was written in the span of about 3 or 4 separate days, and I had different thoughts each day. This story took me about 5 days to finish because I stopped and started so much, then edited, or didn’t work on it for a day or two. Overall, I think I like the outcome, though.
It’s really similar to “Night Drive” (Which I haven't posted here yet; only on fanfiction.net xD) and has some of the same basic ideas, but I put twists in it. Also, kudos to the people who noticed that I used some ideas from other people’s stories; like the thing about Katara’s grandmother telling her that people’s eyes being the windows of their soul; thanks so much to those people for those ideas. There were only tiny snippets from other stories, though; I didn’t use the same exact stories.
Anyway, as always, comment and tell me what you think about it!
I hope I made myself clear.
Sorry if I'm being harsh; but I reread this and saw the implications and didn't want to turn anybody away because of the pairing; take out the pairing in your head if you have to and you'll have a good song-fic; I promise.
Song that the lyrics and title are from is "Top of the World" by the All-American Rejects. Listen to it if you haven't already; it's a good song.
Top of the World
He looked out at the moon thoughtfully. And to think that he had thought it would have been his downfall at the North Pole if the sun hadn’t come up; for she had been more powerful than him when the moon was up. Only when the sun rose did he rise and blast her unconscious, grabbing the Avatar.
Of course, he had ended up losing the Avatar after she beat him again when they found him, and then they had saved the Avatar and him, but that was another story, another day and he was over that. Capturing the Avatar had eventually become pointless, when his sister had declared his uncle, Iroh, and him enemies of the fire nation meaning that coming back would be pointless, as they would receive the same treatment as the captured Avatar and his friends.
He shuddered. Death was better than whatever Azula and his father would deal out. He and his uncle had then joined the Avatar, called Aang, and his group, knowing that since they were running from the same people and had the same goals in mind, they might as well do it together. Plus they would benefit from each other in many ways. His uncle and he had taught Aang firebending, as Aang practiced earthbending with the blind girl, Toph, and waterbending with the water tribe girl, Katara.
All of them, even the water tribe boy with no bending, had been training for the final battle. Now it was the eve of the battle to end it all- the only thing that he was worried about was how it would end- what the end would be; the end of the war or the end of them. He had realized that he didn’t want to die; not now. He wanted to live to see the end of his father’s cruel reign.
Now he looked at the moon in reverence, instead of the contempt he used to have for it. Of course, he hadn’t wanted to destroy the moon spirit, like Zhao had; he just hadn’t liked the moon before because his powers had been weakened. But everything was different now. He turned his head as she came by him and sat next to him. He sighed happily. She was the reason for his change in thoughts.
“What are you thinking about?” She asked softly, seeing his calculating expression.
“Things.” He answered, pausing before continuing, “Just about how we’re on the same side now and it’s the eve of the final battle, the battle to end the war. I’m worried what kind of end the war will take, though.” He turned his face and looked at hers, reveling in her beautiful blue eyes. She smiled sadly, knowing exactly what he meant.
“Me too. I’m hoping that Aang will defeat him, the war will end, and we’ll all live in peace. My happily ever after. But I know it probably won’t be like that even if Aang defeats him; there will be complications and it won’t be the perfect happy ending we hope for.” She looked down while speaking, then up at the moon when she finished. He was lost in thought, knowing exactly who she was talking about. It brought a bitter taste and bad memories.
Is there anybody out there
That wakes up with a bitter taste
She was talking about his father, of course, Fire Lord Ozai, the evil tyrant that was seeking to end the war with the power of Souzen’s comet at the end of summer. He had finally accepted that his father would never accept him, never love him and never let him come home. He received fatherly love from his uncle, a person who truly cared about him.
It was kind of sad, really, that he had wasted all those years pinning for his father’s love, trying to be someone that he wasn’t, just to try and shine in his father’s eyes, because he would never be that person his father wanted him to be. He would never get what he had so desperately wanted all those years. It was time wasted that he could never get back.
So now he had to make the most of the time he had left, and help the Avatar as repentance. And that he would do. He would help Aang, the Avatar, defeat his father, the tyrant that had directly and indirectly murdered and killed hundreds upon thousands of people. Lives that could never be returned. The other nations would never truly forgive the fire nation even if the fire nation lost the war. They would be hated for the rest of their lives, and the next fire lord would have a constant task of keeping peace and paying for the lives and damages done to the other nations.
He ignored the tiny voice in his head saying that the next fire lord would most likely be him, because he didn’t want to be hated like that, he didn’t want to have to be in that dreadful position of repairing the broken bridges burned across the world. He hated his father for having put in that position. It still saddened and angered him that it was his father that was the cause of most of the problems in the world today and that he would have to be the one to ‘mop up’ all the messes once he became fire lord.
It's a king that we put up there
And he's a short way to fall from grace
She turned to him, and saw him lost in thought. Their recent long talks had helped her better understand him and his past, making her be able to know exactly what he was thinking about at that moment. She knew that he was thinking about his father and all the damage Ozai had done to the world.
Her heart hardened as she thought of the death of her mother. Ozai had been the cause of her mother’s death. But she didn’t hate him, because she was not that kind of person to hate anyone. It was too bad really, because he deserved it. Ozai deserved every amount of hate and contempt the other nations of the world, maybe even the other people of the fire nation, had for him.
True, it had been Fire Lord Souzen that had started the war, Ozai’s grandfather and Zuko’s great-grandfather, but Ozai had done so much damage to the world in the little amount of time that he had been fire lord that she dismissed that. He was just as evil and power hungry as his father and grandfather before him. She wanted to be in the room when Aang defeated Ozai, because she wanted to see him taken down a level. He needed to go down.
It's slowly filling upward
You can stand but you have no ground
I hear it from the lost words
They say it's time that you lost your crown
Her eyes softened as she looked at Zuko, not believing that he was Ozai’s son. She believed that he had inherited most of his mother’s traits, because she couldn’t see any of Ozai’s traits in him. The only things that she thought might be from his father were Zuko’s hot-temperedness, stubbornness, and arrogance. Those traits she could deal with, and she did deal with them daily. He had lost his arrogance during his life as a refugee from the fire nation, and although he still was hot-tempered and stubborn, she liked those parts of him.
She remembered something her grandmother had once told her; that people’s eyes were the windows of their souls. She had looked deep into Zuko’s eyes and she had not seen evil in him. It was a relief, and she had known at that point that his good side under his hard exterior was worth searching for. And she had found and uncovered it, though slowly.
She sighed contently as she looked at him. He was nothing like his father and she was glad. She loved him all the more for that, knowing the man he would become would be someone she would want to be with for the rest of her life. She would help him with the troubles he would come across when fire lord; help him sort through the mess Ozai had left for him.
She wished there was a way for Ozai to see how much people detested him, how much he was hated and feared. All that damage, death and destruction that he caused. Ozai would pay dearly for his actions, she would see to that. She would do everything in her power to help Aang win- and she hoped Ozai would suffer a long and painful death. He deserved to be consumed by the fire that he commanded, he needed to have his own power turned against him and slowly burn to death. She couldn’t let him have the satisfaction of killing himself, no she couldn’t. She remembered a saying someone once told her. You play with fire; you’re gonna get burned.
Don't be so greedy
A dollar's a penny to you
When hearts are beating
Say what you want 'em to do
Wasting away... I see you
When the top of the world falls on you
Finding a day, don't wanna be you
When the top of the world falls on you
Author's Notes from back when I wrote it..........over the summer. xD
Wow, this was hard to do. I started it awhile ago, but then decided to do “11:11 PM” instead, so I started and finished that one and left this one with one paragraph done, in the middle of a thought. I found out the next time I came back to finish this drabble that as an author you can never leave a sentence or paragraph hanging for a day because the next day you’ll most likely have no idea what you had wanted to write. So if the first paragraph seems a bit rocky, it’s because it was written in the span of about 3 or 4 separate days, and I had different thoughts each day. This story took me about 5 days to finish because I stopped and started so much, then edited, or didn’t work on it for a day or two. Overall, I think I like the outcome, though.
It’s really similar to “Night Drive” (Which I haven't posted here yet; only on fanfiction.net xD) and has some of the same basic ideas, but I put twists in it. Also, kudos to the people who noticed that I used some ideas from other people’s stories; like the thing about Katara’s grandmother telling her that people’s eyes being the windows of their soul; thanks so much to those people for those ideas. There were only tiny snippets from other stories, though; I didn’t use the same exact stories.
Anyway, as always, comment and tell me what you think about it!
