Growing Pains (Avatar The Last Airbender Fanfiction)

Chapter 5

"No!" Zuko screamed at me. "You're doing it all wrong!"

I groaned, having been yelled at too many times today for what's good for me. It didn't help that Zuko was even more high strung because of Colonel Zhao. This is why I don't trust the Fire Nation. Zuko and Iroh don't count, for obvious reasons.

I took a deep breath and brushed my hair out of my face. "Then tell me what I am doing wrong!" I yelled at him. "Is it my stance, my breathing, or are you just being a nit picky ass?" I was ready to fight him.

"You're too reckless," he said simply. "You aren't controlling it at all!"

"Then teach me how!!!" I pointed out the obvious. "You're the teacher!"

I heard a suppress trowel in his throat, and he glared at me. Brown and Gold clashed as we just stated each other down. "I knew you were childish, but no this badly," he scolded me. "You have no control over your flames, which comes from your emotions. You aren't steady, or level headed. You run around doing what ever the hell you want, with no mind for responsibility."

"Bold of you to say in punching distance," I hissed at him. In an instance he jumped back, missing the blaf I had just unshethed. "You say I'm childish, but you back away from a fight."

Zuko glared me down and pulled out a blaf of his own. Unlike my full blade of a katana, he had but a knife. "This is too one sided to be called a fight," he declared.

I scoffed, "I couldn't agree more." With a quick shift of my grip, I charged. My blade was aimed at his shoulder. I was angry at him, wanting to hurt him, but not killing him.

Zuko easily dodged, and took his clenched fist to my shoulder. Luckily I was warring armor, so it did him more harm than it did on me. I slashed my sword back, hopping to graze him from behind, as he was between me and my sword.

He leaped over my sword. Once in the air he shot a fire ball at me. In that moment so many instances reserfqxed my memories, along with all the fear they bring. I didn't what my fear instinct knew to do. Fight. I focused as hard as I could, and the fire ball dispersed right as it hit my blade, which I held defensively.

"So you do see this as a real fight," I hissed at the prince.

This time he charged at me. I expected him to charge with the knife in hand. Instead he diverted to a kick, his foot aflame. I barley managed to dodge. He did managed to singe my hair.

Within my dodge I brought up my blade. I could only hope fo him to slice his leg a crossed it. Zuko was too quick. He was once again on his two feet.

Before he could turn his back away from me, I jumped at him. I wanted to slice him as I came down, using the force of my whole body behind it. He spun around and blocked it with his knife.

I pulled my sword back, taking a deep breath, which sound like a growle coming from the back of my throat. I was fed up with this.

I moved onto him relentlessly. I slashed and jabed at him with every step. Each and every time he blocked. I screamed in anger. No word were shared, just emotion.

In one of his dodging steps back he kicked up, kicking the held I held my sword. The katana clanged as it hit the deck far behind me. "This is over," Zuko scoffed, putting his won balde away, turning his back on me.

He thought it was over there. Yet there I stood with raged breath and filled with rage. I still had one thing I could do. I raised up my fist. I'd seen him do it soany times before. I smirked as flams covered my fist. I punch, aiming for his feet.

The flames didn't leave my first. I could only watch in fear as the flames crept up my arm, getting closer and closer to me face. I started feeling a stinging. They flames were escaping my control. It was only so long before they fully engulfed me.

Suddenly I was doused in water. I looked up to see who had done such a thing. Iroh, and Zuko standing by his side. "I'd be better if you never learn firebending," Zuko hissed at me, "Just suppress what you know, just like everything else." He once again turned his back on me.

I let out one final growle and stormed off. I once again found myself in my room, tearing off my armor, to get at the wet clothes beneath. I threw the wet clothing against the metal wall, satisfied by the wet slap.

I didn't get it. I should be allowed to firebend. I should be almost a master by now. Everyone with the ability was taught to be a mater by sixteen. I was fifteen, and could only properly create a small flame. It was agrivating that no one let me do what was my right.

With a huff I went to my chest to get dry clothing. I pulled out a dry shirt to throw on. Underneath sat a familiar tan bag. I knew it was down there, but I never wished to see it. In my anger hase, I pulled out the bag and threw it to the wall. The sound of something shatter was so enjoyable, I frantaclly looked for anything else to make such a noise. None were left.

I went to inspect the bag, maybe to find out whatade the noise. I found that the contents were spewed on the floor. There were books and chart, crystals, roten herbs, and secured artifacts. The thing closest to my feet was my oracle cards. I couldn't help but glare down at them.

My glare only shifted to the one who locked the door behind him. "What do you want," I growled at the prince.

"We need to elt off steam," Zuko said, as if it were a fact.

I stood there, in only a shirt, refusing to move. "I'm jot in the mood," I hissed in his face as he put his hands on my hips.

"That'll change fairly quickly," he commented, bringing his face to my neck.