Iroh was in the midst of some intense exercise. Amaya's presence drifted nearby, his steadfast watch for any unwanted visitors. He was doing pushups, his knuckles aching from the weight being pushed on them, clapping his hands together each time he pushed off the ground.
Despite getting in shape being important for his plans, he also found it to be a good distraction from his thoughts.
From his doubts. His regrets.
Especially his regrets.
Suddenly Amaya's presence vanished, and he stopped to listen. Footsteps approached, and without pausing the frequency of his claps, he slumped himself against a nearby wall and proceeded to clap with a delirious expression.
"What's going on in there?"
His Warden looked in, and Iroh could almost feel the contempt from the man as he sneered at the old general.
"Crazy old man," he jeered before leaving.
Iroh remained in that position, clapping away until Amaya's presence returned. He smiled to himself as he stopped clapping, pushing back a stray hair hanging in his face.
"Thank you, my dear friend," he whispered.
A warm feeling emanated from his shoulder as if Amaya had just put her hand there to acknowledge him.
If he was crazy, then this kind of crazy was alright with him.
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Accidental Avatar 3: Totally Lit
FanfictionPreviously, disaster struck, resulting in a lot of stuff. You should check out the other stories, if you want some back story. More importantly, things are starting to heat up, and if I ever see Zuko again I'm gonna punch him in the nose for Amaya...
