Don't Leave Me (Zuko x OC)

Chapter 10

The night was calm as we all gathered on the deck. Dai-Lang strummed his pipa, another on a drums while Iroh sang. 

"Winter, spring, summer and fall~ Winter, spring, summer and fall~ Four seasons, four loves~ Four seasons, fooor love~"

I was calmly dancing to the music and swaying my hands; something that had been illegal back home but I always practiced in secret. Hiroshi once got me a scroll detailing traditional Fire Nation dance moves. And I'd made it my mission to learn them all. Nalo was attempting to copy what I was doing: when I balnced on one foot, he did too, when I rose my arm, as did he. 

Our music night was interrupted by soldiers boarding our ship, quickly followed by a man I always hated to see. 

Zhang. 

He smirked as the music trailed off, all of us coming to a stop. He informed the crew they were all joining him of an invasion of the Northern Water Tribe. Once they had all boarded his own boat, he turned to Iroh and I. 

"If you'd be so kind as to show me to the Prince's quarters. I should give him notice of what's going on." His smirk made my grimace but I did my best not to show.

We made our way below deck, eventually arriving at Zuko's door. I opened it carefully, peeking inside

"For the last time, I'm not playing the sunghi horn." He sulked on his bed. 

"No, it's about our plans." Iroh walked inside the room, "There is a bit of a problem."

Zhang stepped in with confidence, "I'm taking your crew."

Zuko jumped to his feet, "What?"

"I've recruited them for a little expedition to the North Pole."

"Uncle, is that true?" He asked the old man next to me.

"I'm afraid so, he's taking everyone." He sobbed a little into his sleeve. "Even the cook."

Zhao glared at Zuko, "Sorry you won't be there to watch me capture the Avatar. But I can't have you getting in my way again."

Filled with rage, Zuko lunged at Zhao, only just being held back by Iroh.

"No!"

For some reason Zhao walked over to the wall and inspected the broadswords hanging there. He picked one off the wall and started playing with it. 

"I didn't know you were skilled with broadswords, Prince Zuko."

"I'm not." He answered quickly. 

Uh, yes you are. 

"They're antiques, just decorative."

Zhao ran his fingers down the blade, "Have you heard of the Blue Spirit, General Iroh?"

"Just rumours, I don't think he is real."

"He's real alright." Zhao made his way back over to us, "He's a criminal. And an enemy of the Fire Nation. But I have a feeling justice will catch up with him soon."

He handed the sword to Zuko and walked towards the door, "General Iroh, the offer to join my mission still stands, if you change your mind."

With that he shut the door behind him. 

I looked to Zuko, seeing the anger course through his veins. I placed a hand on his arm but he brushed it off and looked away. 

"Just leave me be."

I wanted to stay and comfort him but he needed a bit of quiet. 

Iroh took my shoulder and steered me out the door, "How about you and I go for a little walk?"