Fortune-telling

Summary: Aang is confused and tries to clear things up with a visit with Aunt Wu. Aang/Zuko yaoi.

Warning: This is yaoi, slash, boy/boy, M/M, if you don't like that then get out. If I get any flames for this reason, it's not going to be my fault.

Disclaimer: I do not own Avatar: The Last Air-Bender. Sadly, I don't own Zuko or Jet either. :(

.:Epilogue:.

After the war…

Azula survived the Battle of Drowning Ships, as it was now called, but with a new take on life. After experiencing the shame and embarrassment of losing, she naturally spent time in bitter moping. After two years finally ended, however, she became tolerable to some, even likeable to others. She now still lives in the Fire Lord's Palace, carefully watched.

As one can expect, Iroh explained the main points of the situation to the water tribe siblings. After all, they were Aang's friends, so they had a right to know what was going on. He was not worried for his nephew when he found out that Azula had taken him away, because he knew Zuko would be alright as long as he was teamed up with Aang.

Sokka gave Aang and Zuko his best wishes, though rather awkwardly. He found it strange that the boy he thought of as another little sibling could be involved in…sexual things, but Aang saved the world that way, so he was rather proud of him. In the end, Sokka found importance for himself back home in the South Water Tribe, where he helped build the little village up back to supremacy. The young man, still obsessed with the art of fighting, kindly refused to become Chief of the Water Tribe and settled with War General instead.

Katara preferred to stay with her beloved little friend, so she settled down in the Fire Nation as a sort of…ambassador for her brother. Naturally, she never got along with Zuko, but she had always appreciated his masculine beauty. Naturally, she could never stop her joking gushes to Aang of what a catch he made.

Meng took the deceased Aunt Wu's place as fortune-teller of her darling village, which had been rebuilt from the generous funds of Fire Lord Zuko. She admitted herself that she was never quite as near to perfection as the master that had taught her, but she knew for certain that one of her predictions was valid.

After all, it came true.

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High-pitched giggles and laughs echoed down the regal halls. Then, quick little footsteps followed. Four small children came into view.

They were pretty little things, seemingly fragile but at the same time they radiated power. They wore regal, dark red clothing, but at the same time they were childish and frolicsome. Three had dark brown hair, nearly black but not quite so. The one left out had pretty, chestnut braids that had certainly never been seen in the fire nation's royal ancestry line.

There was one girl who was most obviously a brash one, whose pale skin blurred as she ran much more swiftly than the others. She would grin, with large smoky eyes and a rather masculine long nose, and not care of whatever happened to the fanciful hair she would always get from the ladies that served her.

The little boy second to her still surprisingly fast for the amount of solidity he put into his steps. There was a joyful smile and neatly trimmed hair that gave off a cute, yet rather dorky, appearance. His round grey eyes always stayed wide and open, curiously taking in surroundings even though he had already probably examined every nook and canny in the palace.

Then there was the girl with the shining chestnut braids, the one who would skip brightly instead of a crude run. She hummed peacefully in rhythm with each step she took, her childishly pudgy limbs awkward but graceful at the same time. Tilting her head sideways, she held out a hand to her brother.

Said brother shook his head in polite refusal, and then evened it out by immaturely sticking his tongue out. His sister huffed and skipped ahead of him, and he opened up his big, toothy smile and giggled. Gathering up his energy, he breathed out in hot, ragged little smokes and ran up to ahead of his sister and to even up with his brother.

Just when their exploring footsteps began to fall in an uneven rhythm, one of them came to a halt and yelled out, "Papa Aang!"

"I'd think he could usually take care of himself, but since Sokka's in there—" Aang, who had been talking to a rather short young woman with light teal eyes, turned around to see who had addressed him. "Hey!" He laughed out, and the childish side came leaping back out of him. All four children squealed and collided into his open arms.

"What a heartfelt moment," The woman mumbled, still staring blankly ahead despite the scurry by her feet. "If I hadn't heard you guys shrieking with laughter, I would've thought the Avatar was being assaulted before my very…feet."

An older Aang, regardless of a more defined jaw line and taller muscles, was still open to being immature. He promptly stuck out his tongue towards the woman. "Hey kids, you remember Auntie Tophie, right?"

"Oh no you didn't," Toph growled, while the children burst into laughter and began chanting: "Auntie Tophie, Auntie Tophie, Auntie, Toooooophieeeeeeeee!"

"Okay, okay," Aang sighed good-naturedly. "Come on kids, let's stop and find someone else to bother. I mean it, Kameko. Kameko!"

The scolded child, Kameko, pouted a bit but followed Aang's commands. Out of all his children, Aang found Kameko most like the Fire Lord; rebellious towards his parents, yet at the same time doing nothing more than being himself.

"Daddy, is it true Papa-Zuko is having another boring meeting?" The girl with chestnut braids sighed as she brought her chin up in the air in an exaggerated manner, her eyes wide with anticipation for the answer.

"No, he isn't," Aang tsk-ed, "Papa-Zuko is having a very exciting meeting. They're playing cartwheels and running races and even hide-and-seek over in the throne room. Shame on you for making fun of Papa-Zuko."

"Sorry," She responded, taking the answer almost genuinely.

"Hey Mai Hua, you know what?" Kameko piped up. "You're really stupid sometimes."

The girl with the swift running speed rolled her eyes at her brother. "Shut up Kameko, better be stupid than a loser-face."

"Papa-Aang," Kameko complained, stomping his foot now. "Papa-Aang, there's no such thing as a loser-face, is there? Matsura's just being mean, isn't she?"

"Stop fighting and hug each other," Aang demanded with a stern face, trying his best to hide the amused little smile playing at the corners of his lips.

"No!"

"Papa-Aang, you're being unfair!"

"Hey Papa-Aang," Said the boy with the steady, confident steps. "Can we go play hide-and-seek with Papa-Zuko?"

"'Course," Aang said, a rather mischievous old glint shining in his eyes. "But Dong Zhi, don't you wanna play cartwheels and races too?"

"But they're boring," The young boy sighed. "And you said that Sokka's there, so it's a lot more fun to play hide-and-seek with Papa-Zuko and Sokka!"

Kameko had had enough. "We're not playing games with Papa-Zuko!" He huffed, crossing his small arms and glaring at his siblings. "We're gonna go there and there's gonna be nothing but boring old people talking about boring old stuff."

"Papa-Zuko isn't that old," Aang said, pressing a pondering chin on a pondering fist. "'Course, he started growing a cute beard last month, so..."

"Ewww," Kameko explained, now choosing to scowl vigorously at Aang. "I thought I told you never to say icky stuff about Papa-Zuko ever again!"

"That wasn't icky stuff," Aang argued gently.

"Was too."

"Guys, come on!" Mai Hua suddenly cried from the midst of nowhere. Aang and Kameko looked up to see that two of the children had already ran to relocate the throne room, where their dear Papa-Zuko was having lots of fun playing games. Briskly, Aang swung two of his children into his arms and within the next second he had used his air-bending speed to match up with Matsuka and Dong Zhi.

"Papa-Aang, let's race!" Matsuka shouted joyfully.

"Race it is!" Aang said cheerfully. He set Mai Hua and Kameko down and mimed running supernaturally fast, though in reality he was running in one of the slowest speeds he had ever reached. "Come on Matsuka," He urged, "You can do better than that."

And before long, little Matsuka had reached a full twenty yards ahead of her father. Aang grinned, but modestly kept his own pace while the rest of his children squealed and sped up to join her. Before long, they had disappeared into a corner out of his sight.

Almost ten years of having lived in the Fire Lord's Palace finally taught him the twists and turns. He was quite sure that they had run straight into the throne room, though as bright of a man he was, he was never quite good with the endless hallways of this accursed place. As a nomad, he had always naturally preferred the open air and wide, green fields.

There were some deep, amused chuckles, childhood shouts and outcries of laughter, and one small agitated growl that Aang was certain he recognized quite well. The Avatar fell back to a comfortable, slow stroll and began whistling an old tune he'd been taught by Gyatsu. He deemed that there was really nothing wrong with giving his dear Fire Lord a bit of excitement in his everyday life, if not from himself, then at least the children. After all, it was all good educational experience to hang out in the throne room.

When he finally turned around and stepped in the throne room with a friendly "GOOD MORNING!" to everybody, Zuko was near to bursting from annoyance.

There was the Fire Lord, the Avatar's Fire Lord, sitting at the head of the table instead of his usual throne with distinctly royal robes and a tall stature. His hair could have kept growing until it reached the traditional style of the royal men in his family line, yet he preferred not to grow it any longer than past his shoulders. It was a shaggy look that was strangely elegant next to the neat little beard, a shape that reminded some of an upside-down tear drop. He still kept his strong muscles and powerful jaw, yet at the moment the focus was the burning amber eyes that was frowning on Aang from irritation of his children bouncing around the table.

Cheekily, Aang blew a kiss back at him.

"Aang, buddy ol' pal!" Sokka shouted, waving a large, friendly hand.

"Hey Sokka, nice armor!" Aang shouted back, complimenting the modernized water tribe armor, with powerful silver chest plates and small, colorfully-beaded animal pelts as shoulder pads. He winked and gave him a thumbs up.

"Come on, Papa-Zuko, let's play hide-and-seek with Sokka!" Mai Hua said sweetly, egging his father on and tugging at a loose sleeve.

"Papa-Zuko," A couple of people sitting at the long table chuckled, "Still can't get over that."

"Well I thought it was a good method to teach our children," Aang said conversationally. "After all, they can't call me mother since I'm a man!" He then showed off his extreme macho madness by flexing some arm muscles.

Zuko's eyes almost momentarily dropped out of irritation and into a lustful state as he saw what Aang was doing, and then he shook himself out of it. "Can't you tell them I'll play hide-and-seek later?" He said, trying to sound as angry as possible. Again, chuckles rippled up and down the table.

"Aw, that's really cute ZuZu," Sokka said, "You playing little games with the kids. You're such a little lover boy."

"Okay guys, sorry for the disappointment, I guess they're not playing cartwheels here today after all," Aang said, clapping his hands for his children's attention. "Later Sokka! Sorry Katara's not here today, she wanted to go shopping."

"No prob!" Sokka shouted back.

"Ugh, I knew Papa-Aang was lying again," Kameko rolled his eyes.

"Shut up, Kameko."

"Yeah Kameko, shut up."

"Tell them to stop fighting too!" Zuko demanded, massaging his temples.

Aang smiled. "I love you," He whispered, stopping for a split second where he stood and simply stared into the amber eyes of his forever lover. Then, he continued to usher his children out the door.

Zuko raised an eyebrow as he watched his forever lover's retreating back. "I love you, too," He whispered, only loud enough for he, himself to hear. Then, he too snapped out of his daze and looked round the table.

"So...ahem, what were we talking about?"

"Gay rights, or something?"

"Hn, right. You're hosting the parade, Sokka."

"What?!"

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A/N - A worthless little epilogue I have here, which turned out nothing like I thought it would be. Oh well. I hoped it was a good ending, anyway. .

Just for clarification:

Matsuka - air

Dong Zhi - earth

Mai Hua - water

Kameko - fire

(listed in order from when I first introduced and described them)

Because I wanted all of their children to represent an element. Alright everybody, time to celebrate the true ending of this story! Thanks for all the love in your reviews! 3 n-n