Too Close

missed

No one saw Zuko at school for almost two weeks, Katara said nothing but heard the rumors that begun so easily.

"I heard he's back in jail," a girl whispered to her friend.

"Surprise surprise, some people just don't belong anywhere else, he's still a criminal," her friend snorted.

Katara kept her head down as the seat next to her was empty, Jet sat in front of her and saw she was trying to fight off tears, he rolled his eyes a little.

"Did you tell him?" Jet asked keeping his back to her.

"No, we had... an argument bout other stuff," Katara sighed a little as she picked at her nails.

"An argument to send him off back to jail? Jesus Katara," he snorted but the silence filled him with worry, not even a kick to his chair like usual.

"He's not in jail, I know he's not," she covered her face. "But he's not home either, I tried to go check on him but the shops closed, no ones home,"

"What do you think happened?" Jet turned around to her wide eyes.

"I don't know, we got in a fight because of his fathers job offer but I didn't think that'd be the last time I'd see him," she shuffled a little in her chair.

"Ugh he's fine, it's Zuko, he's probably figuring out some issues, otherwise I'd start checking hospitals next after you check the jails," Jet sighed shaking his head but she kicked his seat.

"He's not in jail jackass," Katara spat.

—

"Dads going to kill us," Azula groaned a little as she sat in a jail cell with her brother, she had a scratch on her cheek as Zuko has a cut on his bottom lip.

"Wasnt my fault, your the one that got us caught after you dropped the lighter," Zuko crossed his arms as police officers walked past them.

"You punched the guy!" She hissed.

"You shot a guy," Zuko shot back defensively.

"Yea but they never found him or the gun," she smiled a little as she swung her feet.

"Aren't you like 10?" A man looked at them confused as they weren't alone in the public cell. Only Azula was handcuffed still...

"15 and 17," Azula hummed.

"What did you do?" He asked the children as there was one other man with them.

"Assault and arson," she smirked.

"I robbed a place with a gun," the man smiled proudly.

"Congrats you can hold a toy while screaming in a gas station, no one is actually impressed," Zuko rested his head back on the wall with his eyes closed.

"What'd did you say brat?" The man snarled now.

"I said what I said, you look like your 50 and robbed some dump on your block, don't act like your a fucking vigilant for it," he sighed annoyed.

"Said the kids that probably got in a fight with some middle schoolers," the man scoffed.

"You definitely wouldn't have done well in prison," Azula smiled as she could feel the tension.

"Look my brother is right, so stop acting tough, we don't give a shit," she crossed her legs but the man stormed over to them.

"You think your top shit bitch?" He towered over her.

"I am the only one still in cuffs for a reason," she showed and yanked on the chain a little.

"Touch her and I'm breaking your jaw," Zuko didn't bother opening his eyes as he kept his arms crossed.