disclaimer: i don't own avatar: the last airbender
title: my name is zuko
summary: here, try some of my tea.
dedication: THERE IS NO DEDICATION [but maybe that's reverse-psychology. but maybe THAT'S reverse psychology. BUT MAYBE THAT'S WHAT THE GOVERNMENT WANTS YOU TO THINK!] jk lol this is dedicated to Zuko, obviously. sorry guys he's more special than you.
notes: this is like the most cliche [accent] thing in the whole world. this is like the most cliche [accent] beginning and ending i have ever seen in my life except this one and that one. and don't even mention it I KNOW. seriously, what do i write next. by the way, i wanted to write "husband-to-katara" since i'm a hardcore zutara shipper but you know this isn't supposed to offend anyone and isn't supposed to support any ship sooo. and i can't handle katara's character. i know when to back to down to people like katara - when they start shooting ice daggers at your muse. enjoy :)
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My name is Zuko. I'm not son of Fire Lord Ozai. I'm not former-traitor of the Fire Nation. I'm not Lee, tea-server. I'm not the Blue Spirit.
My name is Zuko.
It's nice to meet you.
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A long, long time ago, I was just the son of Fire Lord Ozai. First-born son. Heir to the throne. Unworthy heir to the throne. There was always Azula. Always. No matter what I did, she would do it ten times better. Soon she didn't need to copy me anymore. Soon she was good enough to learn moves too advanced for me although she was younger.
My father always said that she was born lucky. I was lucky to be born.
That might sound kind of cruel, but don't feel pity for me. I don't want it. It was the motivation that made me who I am today.
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A long time ago, I was a traitor and deserter of the Fire Nation, along with my uncle Iroh. I was all grown up from little-boy-Zuko, yet still, I wanted to return to those days. Where was my honor? I was a betrayer of my own home and not worthy to be seen by my father. My mother was gone. I was banished. I had a painful scar on my face. My life was ruined.
Iroh's help saved me during those days, but maybe I was jealous of Lu-Ten too.
I saw him one day, at Lu-Ten's grave. He was praying and lighting incense and I thought I was his son. I thought I was close enough to him that maybe he would treat me as one. Maybe he would forget his sadness about Lu-Ten. Because deep down, I'm not a bad person.
I guess you can't really forget about the death of a family member. If I had a step-mom, I would be hostile.
Yet still, I wanted to be the one to whom he was singing. I wanted to be the brave soldier boy that came marching home. I wanted to go home, but most of all, I wanted to be the loyal little soldier boy who walked on leaves, drifting in the foam.
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My time as Lee was brief but important.
It shaped me. It sculpted me.
Maybe when I grow up, I'll want to own a small tea shop in Ba Sing Se.
Don't even say it. I know I can't make tea to save my life.
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The Blue Spirit is long gone. Don't worry about him. He doesn't exist.
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I'm sure you have a story too.
My name is Zuko, son of Ozai, fire-bender, friend of the avatar, Fire Lord, nephew of the Dragon of the West - Iroh, brother of Azula, son of Ursa, guy-with-the-scar, the bad tea-maker; my name is Zuko.
It's nice to meet you.
What's your name?
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