Prince Of The Fire Nation —— And Possibly My Heart (A Zuko Love Story)

"Mom!" I rushed over to her, and she pulled me into a tight embrace. Tears rolled down my face. I heard her sniffle, and I pulled away. She hadn't changed one bit. Her hair was as blonde as mine, but her eyes were darker than mine. "Where's dad?"

"Arabelle, sweetie, he didn't make it..."

"You mean... he's dead?" my voice was shaky. My dad had always been there for me, but now... he's... dead.

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After my mother left, I was so... happy and sad. I mean, I'm happy I saw her and everything, but my dad... dead?! He's so careful and everything... how could he of died? He disappeared when I was three, and my mom always told me he was fighting in the war... she lied to me.

"He was murdered... by the the Southern Raiders," she said, sniffling.

I approached Zuko, filled up with some much anger and sadness.

"How could you?!" I asked, yelling at him.

"What do you mean?" Zuko asked, his expression showing his confusion.

"How could you send them to kill my father?!" I spat.

"What are you talking about?"

"They killed him..." I broke down into tears, falling on my knees. Zuko caught me, holding me up. "Don't touch me!" I snapped, pushing him away. I got up, and backed away from him, tripping over the things in his tent. I ran out of the tent, not looking back. Everyone called my name, asking what was wrong. But Zuko's yell was the loudest.

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I don't know how long I was sitting there, but I cried so much I couldn't cry anymore.

And no, I can't take one more steps towards you.

'Cause all that's waiting is regret.

Don't you know, I'm not your ghost anymore.

You lost the love I loved the most.

"Arabelle..." Zuko said. I turned more away form him.

"Leave me alone."

"Ara... is that what he called you? Is that why I can't call you Ara?" he asked, walking towards me. I inhaled deeply. Zuko sat next to me. "I know what it feels like to lose someone you loved so much... and the next day, they're just... gone," Zuko whispered, his voice scratchy. I slowly looked at him, our eyes locking for a brief second, then I looked away from him. "Arabelle, I'm sorry about your father. But I didn't send them to kill him. I don't know who did, but I have a pretty good on idea on finding who did."

I've learned to live, half-alive, and now you want one more time.

And who do you think you are, running 'round leaving scars,

Collecting your jar of hearts, tearing love apart.

You're going to catch a cold, from the ice inside your soul.

So don't come back for me, who do you think you are?

"Zuko... will come with me to find my father's killer?" I asked, still not looking at him.

"Yes," he answered. I quickly hugged him with. Not that I was 'head over heels' for him or anything, I just think a hug once in a while would keep our relationship strong.

"Kiss! Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!" Sokka chanted, ruining the moment. I pulled away from Zuko — reluctantly — and glared at Sokka. Sokka, however, smiled and stuffed a cookie in his mouth, and disappeared behind a rock. I giggled at how silly he looked and glanced back at Zuko, who had a smug look on his face.

"What's so funny?" I asked, grinning.

"You."

"What? How?"

"You laugh at the dumbest things," he smirked.

"I do not!" I protested.

"Aha, sure blondie."

"Why do you call me blondie, raven boy?" I wiggled my eyebrows.

"Because you're a blonde."

"Is that a bad thing?" I asked, getting up.

"No, I actually find blondes very attractive."

"Oh, so you're calling me pretty?" I raised an eyebrow, standing up, backing away from him, smiling madly.

"You could say that."
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