WARNING: Rated at the highest possible rating!! Sexual content, homosexual, adult themes and situations, stong language and strong violence.

Btw, Don't call Zuko OOC unless you are thinking of how he was in season one. This will be him growing emotionally over the duration of my fanfic much like how he grew over the show. But it will NOT be exactly the same, I warn you. This is written first person from Aang's POV, and occasionally Zuko's POV. (Point Of View)

BACKGROUND INFO: PLEASE READ:

Aang didn't escape from Zuko on episode two. Katara and Sokka were killed in a subsequent fire nation raid, and Aang is alone and isolated from the ruined wreckage that used to be his, HIS world. Zuko is the only human contact he is permitted :

Zuko had brought Aang to the fire nation and restored his honor, on one condition - he be allowed to keep the young airbender for whatever he wanted, to do with as he pleased. Ozai accepted with a litle smirk on his face had said that Yes, Zuko could keep him in a private chamber, yes, personal gaurds would be posted at the door, no, they would not be permitted to enter, yes, noone would be allowed in besides Zuko and no questions would be asked, yes, the secret would be between Ozai and Zuko, and yes, he could regain his throne and keep his human pet. Ozai had only one condition to THAT as well - Zuko would be certain to not kill him, in or out of the avatar state, but he would keep him alive... barely. Zuko smirkingly agreed, and the deed was done, a bargain between men, kept between men, and as far as the outside world knew, Aang was dead. P.s., Aang is a virgin, just saying.

What are Zuko's intentions?

What will happen to Aang?

What does Iroh think about Zuko's choice?

All this and more...

And here is where we begin.... The journey.

Dear diary....

They brought me to a big, dark room. It's a bit blue, and there are no windows. I was brought in with a blindfold, but it wouldn't have mattered - I can't bend in here. It's a strange thing, the room seems to be pure oxygen, and absolutely no breeze. Which also makes it very hot, and the oxygen makes me a bit ill feeling. Woozy. When they took off my blindfold I realized I was chained up to the wall behind me in metal chains. My arms are forced aboce me, and it makes me think of those statues of Jesus I used to see in little knick knack shops around cities. But they have the chains low enough so that I am kneeling, arms above me, on my knees. I am completely naked, but I'm too tired and in too much pain to be self concious. I am thinly splattered with blood, and I rack my memory, trying to think if they were mine or not.... Wait, now I remember....

"Aang! No! Don't go with them!"

"Don't worry, Katara, I'll come back!"

I didn't.

" AVATAR!" Prince Zuko had raged, "How did you escape?"

"Zuko?"

Foosh! a ball of flame whizzed past my head.

"You came to the wrong room, avatar!"

"Don't hurt me!"

THUMP! Punches and kicks and fire raining down on me, no way ou, no way-

"HEY!"

A rather sharp yell brought me back to the present.

"Avatar!''

I look up, as much as I hate to, at my captor. I should be the one looking down contemptuosly on him, the other way around.

" This is where you are going to spend the rest of your natural life, and I don't have time for whining. Alright? I don't have time now, but i'll get aquainted with you... eventually." Zuko tries to look threatening, but I still think he looks like a young, spoiled child on the verge of throwing a fit.

I look him in the eye, and on impulse, rear my head back, throw it forward, and with all the strength I can muster... spit on his face.

He staggers back, roaring with rage and shock, and rather than firebend at me, (Not with all this pure oxygen, hell no) he punches me in the eye. My moment of bravery is gone, (and frankly I don't even know how I mustered up THAT much - They've already broken me) and now I'm just terrifed, whimpering and cowering, trying to scoot as close to the wall as i can, pulling my legs underneath me, trying to protect my face with my hands, which won't quite reach. He punches me forcefully in the face, a left hook, with a full swing in the waist, a pulled back elbow, and a hard-as-stone fist. Then he punches me again, with the other hand. And again, and again, and again, and then kicks me in the stomach. A flurry of fists and legs comes raining on me. ("Damn son, you got some suppressed rage or Somethin'?" "Not anymore." Who had said that? Giatsu would know.)) Now I am in a stupid horror, and bleeding from the mouth and nose. A large gash is making itself known on my forehead, probably from an elbow, and it begins a slow, steady burn, hotter and hotter, and the blood mingles tears. I suppose I'm not really naked - I'm covered head to toe, and my clothing is thick and red. I look up through a wall of red tint, my blood running into my eyes, and the fear they hold disgusts me but I no longer have the pride to try to hold it back.

Zuko, the prince ( With him, how terrible the word sounds!) stares down at me with bright hate and rage and hurt pride obvious in his eyes, when it all suddenly evaporates, leaving a look of such agony that I am quite startled. He smacks himself in the head and scream/growls in frustration, kicks up a nearby chair and punches it hard, breaking it into several large chunks of wood. He turns back to me, whispers huskily, trying to contain his obvious frustration and rage, "I didn't want it to BE THIS WAY..!"

And then turns and stalks out. I can't even begin to comprehend what all that was supposed to mean, and my head hurts from his tight fists. So I hang my head, which is the closest I can get to laying down, and let my body go limp against the tension of the chains, trying to ignore my pounding headache, the burns I sustained from the brutal beating the gaurds gave me when they first caught me, the pain in my wrists from the metal bands... I let out a moan, completely against my own will, that is a monosyllable expression of pain, "Uhmmmmm--mmmmm.." and then I begin to cry listlessly, hoping the sweet relief of sleep would take me over...

Zuko:

I watch him from the other side of the room, behind a pole, but the hiding is not necessary, obviously - I could have stood right in front of him and he ould not have noticed, he was in too much pain. The bloody, naked, muscular young man that kneels in chains was not the same impish, almost flirtily confident young man he had seen when they first encountered. This is a broken man, no hope, no dreams, no love. I bite my lip, and turn away in frustration, smacking myself in the head, again, with frustration.

UGH! Stupid! Real smooth for your first real introduction. NOW he trusts you! Way to go, he's bleeding! I'm so STUPID!

I stare at him for a moment more, and finally leave.