A Beautiful Flame: ~Rules Are Rules~

Chapter 7 (Pt. 2)

Omi was dumped onto the porch of a new household, her eyes were heavy, swollen and red from all the crying she'd done on the way here. Yet she was able to see a tall mansion it looked like a miniature palace, though nothing like the one she'd worked in before.
A man stood before her, was he her new master?

"Master Yuri would expect you to be alert by tomorrow morning," The man looked down on her, the guards lifted her up on her feet and pushed her,
"Move slave!" They firmly contested.
The man, who apparently wasn't her master, took her to a basement-like area, there, was her room.
When they opened the door, the light from the servant's candle revealed a man sleeping in a bunk, Omi squinted her eyes to see,

Father?

"This man came in as well, do you know him?" The servant asked curiously, Omi quietly approached him, he stirred a bit, but Omi could see that he was her father,
"Yes, he's my Dad," She said quietly, she touched his temple, he was cold-sweated, probably he dreamt something horrible, like his wife's death, perhaps?
She wanted to tear up but her eyes were already hurting, The servant continued, he showed her to her own bunk, much smaller than her fathers but she didn't care.
"In the morning, put on these clothes," He said as he placed a small stack of clothing on top of a small table.

"Working here, you have to be properly dressed," he said, the servant exited the room and closed the door, once again she was in a dark place, at least she's not alone.

~~The following morning~~

Zuko woke up, but not on his bed, on the floor.
He must have fainted or something. He didn't wanted to get up. He felt weak and useless, what happened last night was a nightmare, she was gone.

They were both gone.

Just like that.

He tried to open his eyes but his eyelids felt pasted, When he finally gained a bit of sight, he lifted his head towards his closet beside his bed. Since he was on the floor, he saw what was underneath the furniture.

He saw Omi's doll.
He gently reached his hand and took the doll from underneath, He sat up and opened his eyes wider to have a better look at the ragged little thing. He suddenly felt his anger boiling inside.

This was Azula's fault.

This was his Father's fault,

Maybe even his Mother's fault or HIS fault.

Probably Omi's...
He didn't know who to blame, he gripped the doll, it was a sad and beautiful memory from his friend. He wanted to burn it but he didn't have the galls to do it, that made him frustrated even worse. He threw the doll so hard that it hit the wall and fell behind a furniture, he hid his face between his knees, and cried once more.

~meanwhile~

Water was poured from a vase to wake up the little newcomer.
"Wake up, slave!" A servant yelled, she was so surprised that she fell from the bed, she felt the stack of clothing being thrown at her.
"Quickly, get ready, and come up to start your duties!" The servant said, before he left Omi called to him.
"Where's my father?" She asked, immediately seeing that his bunk was empty.
"He was sent to work at the fields," And with that, the servant left before Omi could say another word.

Omi sighed, as she scrubbed the floors of a long hallway, this was even worse than the palace.
She didn't had Zuko, the princess was gone to who-knows-where, her father was at the field, and her clothes were just too big!On top of that, She received a lot of stares of hatred and jealousy,
Jealousy? What does she know, she never beat up anybody, no one here knew how to fire bend, at least that what she thought. But no one knows that she could fire bend and could make even the prodigious evil diva cry like a baby.
She shook the thought off from her head.

~They just hate me because I'm...

A slave...~