His Flame: A Zuko Fanfiction

His Flame: Chapter One

A/N: Hey guys! Just so you know, this story takes place AFTER Aang defeats the Fire Lord. I figured that I would have more fun writing this if I could choose what I wanted to do with the story line and not worry about certain events and conversations to fit my OC into. If you like this fanfic, or have any ships you want me to think about, feel free to comment! If you don't like it and think that I have completely screwed the Last Airbender world for you, great! You have an opinion! You're entitled to it, but please comment so I can fix my cock ups. Oh, and I've decided to do a book recommendation at the beginning of each chapter. It's either going to be printed book, or a wattpad one.                                                                                                                                                            -This chapters book recommendation: Fire by Kristin Cashore/printed

//Kira's POV\\

I bring my fists up in front of my body, my stance wide, defensive. Six men surround me in the courtyard, their green and gold military uniforms blocking the midday sun off of their midday skin. I feel the heat scorch the sweat straight off my skin as I stare at the people around me. We stand, frozen in place, each waiting for the other to move first. Closing my eyes, I wait, feeling the vibrations in the ground through my bare feet. They come in waves, painting a throbbing image in my mind. Six men.  Solid offensive stances, waiting for someone else to move.

The man to my right moves first. Stamping his foot on the ground, he raises his arms, sending a large boulder flying toward me with a strong kick. Throwing my arm up, I thrust my heel into the ground. A wall of stone emerges from the ground beside me blocking the rock. I slide my right foot in his direction, sending two thin strips of rock at his ankles, the first he jumps, the second tripping him. Sinking him into the ground with my bending, I dodge a shower of stones from one of his allies. I pull on the ground beneath the rock thrower, grabbing his outstretched wrist and throwing him into a wall. Flicking my hand in his direction as I flip over a different opponents head, the wall clamps down on his arms, preventing him from bending.

A hand clamps down on my arm, and I pull them in front of me, pinching the pressure point in the back of his neck and blocking a fist size rock with his body as it goes limp. That's three down.

Sweeping my arms around me, I whip up a dry mist of sand, obscuring all eyesight. I rely on the vibrations in the ground around me as I move swiftly through the dust cloud. The three remaining assailants group together in confusion, only a small space between their backs. Using the ground as a spring, I jump over their heads and land in the gap, crouching. I spin my leg out to trip them, catching one as he falls, smashing his head into the one man's beside him. Pouncing on the final man's back, I let my sand screen drop as I press a sharp rock against the side of his neck, not quite breaking the skin as his friends twitch on the floor beside us.

A gong sounds and I unfold myself from on top of the man. I stand, bowing to the raised stand at the end of the courtyard before opening my eyes. The Palace of Omashu shines above me, glowing in the sunlight. I smile at the sight in front of me for a moment, stalling before turning to the messenger who had joined the several spectators halfway through the fight.

"Yes?" I smile at him, accepting the damp towel he hands me.

"The King has summoned you to the throne room, Princess Kai."

***

I sigh, strolling into the throne room with the towel around my shoulders. A snorting laugh echoes off the walls around me, making me smile as I raise my gaze to meet the eye of the man laughing. But when I look up, my father, King Bumi, isn't laughing at me. A procession stands in front of him. Red soldiers, with a flame on their backs. Fire Nation.

I scowl, still walking to the dais at the end of the room. I know the war is over, but one hundred years of hatred and discord can't just be erased with a few words, even if they did come from the Avatar. At least, not for me; I cough to draw my father's attention, causing all eyes in the room to turn to me as I speak.

"My apologies Father. I don't think I am dressed for receiving guests." My voice drips with hostility as I gesture to my clothes, a tight gold wrap around my breasts and baggy green training trousers, hanging just above my bare feet. Father snorts hysterically at my words.

"Don't act so proper, Kai," he cackles. "you never have before." I smile slightly as he explodes into a fit of giggles.

" you crazy old man," I speak softly with a polite laugh. "If you'll excuse me, I am in dire need of a bath."

As I turn away, his voice sounds from his throne, a rare tone of seriousness making me freeze.

"Wait a moment, Kai. There is someone I would like you to meet." I turn. Why would he want me to meet someone from the Fire Nation, after what they did?

"This is Fire Lord Zuko, Ruler of the Fire Nation. He will be staying here until the alliance has been solidified between our two countries, in an attempt to fix the mistakes of his father."

My eyes widen as a man steps out from behind the soldiers and smiles at me. He can't be much older that I am, his long, dark fringe covering the top of a burn scar stretching across the left side of his face.

My polite look slips off my face as I glower at the Fire Lord. His smile falters. My Father cackles again as I switch my gaze back to him, glaring darkly.  I storm out of the room without saying a word, my earth bending flaring as I slam the door behind me. I hear the walls crack as I stalk down the corridor.

//Third person POV\\

Fire Lord Zuko stands stunned as the Earth Kingdoms Princess storms out of room without a word. He stares in awe as the walls crack with the slamming door. He turns to King Bumi, confusion and surprise showing on his face as he speaks slowly.

"She doesn't seem a lot like you..." He trails off as the King shrugs, snorting.

"She's adopted." He says, as if that explains it all.

A/N: Yay! It's finished! *collapses to the ground asleep*