Wandering Prince

Avatar the Last Airbender, Zuko SI

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“Zuko… what are you doing?”

Blowing through the thin, glued together bamboo tube to make sure it was clear, I sent Ursa a smile from where I stood on the bank of the turtle duck pond, naked save for my underwear. “Training.”

“Oh? Training, hm?” she asked with an amused smile and a tone that said she was humoring me. Both were very familiar by this point. My mother in this new life was well aware of my proclivities and seemed to enjoy watching me try new, sometimes outlandish things, to explore some aspect of firebending that I wanted to try out. “What sort of training this time?”

“Well,” I began giving the excuse I’d come up with, “Uncle Iroh says that the key to firebending is the breath.”

“That’s true,” Ursa allowed, curiosity in her words as she encouraged me to continue.

“Under water, you’re mostly cut off from the outside world. Sounds are muted, you can’t smell, can’t see well and you’re better off closing your eyes, all you can really feel is the water around you and your own body, you’re almost weightless. All you really have to focus on is your breathing and your own thoughts. It’s relaxing.”

“And you can’t do this while just floating on the water’s surface?”

I grinned. “I could. But where’s the fun in that?”

Ursa laughed and gestured one hand at the water. “Well, go on then, Zuzu. Show me.”

Tucking the end of the snorkel into my mouth and biting down a bit to hold it in place, I waded out into the small but deep pond and slipped beneath the surface. The water was nice and cool in the late summer heat and I closed my eyes, enjoying the sensation of weightlessness as I treaded water slowly to stay under the surface. Focusing on my breathing, I slipped into the familiar meditative trance as I focused on my firebending, trying to recall the dream I’d had the previous night, of firebenders who used what I was more familiar with calling pyrokinesis—that is, the ability to start fires with the mind, instead of the traditional firebending method of conjuring fire using the rest of the body.

As always, the details had been vague and it was only with the latest dream, one in a series of them this last month, that I was able to piece together enough information to have some idea as to how to even begin trying to train to learn the skill myself. What I had put together was that it required the trainee to submerge themselves, for them to have uninterrupted and clear ki flows, and a clear focus. That was all I had to go on.

I’ve done more with less, the thought slipped to the surface, before I pushed it away and cleared my mind. I wasn’t expecting immediate results. After several years of this, of learning through trial and error—lots, and lots, and lots of error—I had learned to temper my expectations. Consistent effort and practice were the only way to really get anywhere, just like with learning any other skill.

Eventually, however, when the sun started to dip below the horizon, the pond darkened, and my stomach reminded me it was almost time for supper my focus slipped. I pushed myself to the surface and pulled my way over to the bank, where I found Ursa waiting with a smile—along with a towel and my clothes.

“You were under for a long time. Did you learn anything?”

I hummed, considering the question as I dried myself off. “Yeah.”

“What did you learn?”

“That I should probably just take your advice on it and stick to staying on the surface,” I admitted.

Ursa chuckled as she took the towel herself and started helping to try me. “Why’s that?”

“Mouth breathing messes with the ‘in through the nose, out through the mouth’ flow.” At her amused grin, I asked, “You realized that right off the bat, didn’t you?”

“Perhaps,” she admitted, voice teasing. “But because you learned it for yourself, the lesson stands out more.”

“You learn more from failure than success.” She nodded at that and picked up my robe, holding it open. “Let’s go inside. Azula came by while you were under, when she got home from school. She brought her friends with her.”

“Surprised she didn’t join me,” I murmured, pulling on the last of my clothes and walking beside Ursa as we went inside.

Azula was… not what I was expecting. Thankfully.

When I had first reincarnated into this world and figured out just where and who I was, I had been a bit… worried. I knew what AtLA was mostly through osmosis and, admittedly, porn. I knew the rough story beats.

The world was divided into four nations, along classical elemental lines—earth, wind, fire, and water. The fire nation started a war and conquered or killed the other nations when a comet overhead gave the firebenders a boost to their firebending. The titular ‘last airbender,’ Aang, somehow managed to time capsule himself for a hundred years just as the fire nation decided to kill his entire people to kill him and break the Avatar reincarnation cycle, only to be pulled out of the deep freeze by two water tribe kids. From there, they went on a journey across the world pursued by yours truly—or the original version of Zuko—for Aang to learn the other three elements in time to stop the fire lord, before the comet that kicked off the war came around a second time. I, or I guess some version of Zuko, had at some point in his early life gotten his face burned badly and been exiled by his father, so spent much of the series chasing after Aang to capture him and restore his lost honor. The power of friendship won in the end and the bad guy was defeated.

What I remembered about Azula specifically was that she was crazy. Certifiably batshit insane. Whether that was due to her upbringing or just that she was a bad egg, I wasn’t certain. I just remembered that she was nuts.

Either explanation was viable, really. I’d seen it played out in my first life time and time again. Being born into wealth, power, and privilege tended to ruin someone, unless their parents went out of their way to keep it from happening—while on the other hand, being born without those things tended to make one more appreciative of them once they got them. Sure, it wasn’t true universally in either case, but stereotypes exist for a reason. As for it being a legitimate case of mental illness, it pretty much took a ‘wait and see’ approach to discover that anyway.

So… I had tried to head at least one of those off at the pass and mitigate the other if at all possible. I had tried to make myself the best big brother Azula could want, and I think I had done pretty well on that front—in spite of our father trying to whisper poison into her ear and heart and turn her into his mini-me.

At seven, Azula wasn’t more of a pill than I remembered other kids her age being in my first life, from interacting with nieces and nephews. If anything, she was kind of clingy—not that I was complaining. When she wasn’t in school, Azula wanted to be around me. She liked bringing around her two friends and having the four of us play—and mostly just show off her ‘cool older brother’ to her friends.

I was pulled from my thoughts by the girl in question latching onto my back as she jumped on me, having hidden behind the doorway and waited for us to enter. Her hands covered my eyes as her legs wrapped around my waist from behind and she held on. “Guess who!”

“Hmm… Is it… Mai?”

“Nope!” Azula giggled. “Try again!”

“Oh, then it must be Ty Lee.”

“Nunuh! Guess again!”

I hummed quietly, then nodded. “Ah! Mom must have somehow snuck behind me and ambushed me.”

Ursa laughed and Azula giggled. “No~!”

“Oh, well, then it must be my favorite little sister.”

Azula snorted. “Idiot, I’m your only little sister!”

Reaching around, I tickled her side, making her laugh and squirm, but she refused to let go. So, instead of trying to dislodge her, I focused my senses outward, into my firebending. The hallway lit up to my senses all around me—myself, Azula, Ursa, and the torches lining the walls all brighter glows against the slightly cooler backdrop of the walls, floor, and ceiling. “Just because you’re my only sister doesn’t mean you can’t be my favorite, foooolish girl.”

“Dummy!”

“Brat.”

“Nuhuh!”

“Uh huh,” I teased her as Ursa chuckled quietly, reaching out and running a hand through Azula’s hair before patting my own head.

“Now now, you’re both my favorite,” she sent us a happy smile.

Unfortunately, our little happy family moment came to an end all too soon, as we entered the dining room and found Ozai—my and Azula’s father—waiting for us with a frown. Lately, the man had been taking his meals in his office as he went over reports and other things concerning the war effort, but occasionally, he liked to poke his head out and remind us that he existed.

“What kept you?” he demanded of Ursa, but from the way his eyes shifted to me, it was clear he knew I was ultimately the cause of any percieved delay.

Not that there actually was one. That was one of the perks of royalty—even if Ozai was Emperor Azulon’s second son, and so not in the line of succession unless things changed drastically. Things like meals tended to happen on our schedule in the palace. Meaning that he had just come in, seen that we weren’t here, and opted to complain. I was certain that if we had been here when he arrived, he would complain that we had attempted to exclude him, and if mother went to fetch him, he would complain about her rushing him. There was literally no right answer and we all knew it.

“Good evening, husband. How was your day?” Ursa greeted instead, neatly sidestepping the issue by dint of long experience. If he wanted to complain more, he would have to repeat himself, and they both knew that if he brought it back up, he was simply being petty.

Ozai’s frown deepened as we sat, but apparently he decided it wasn’t worth it. “News from the front.”

“Ah, that reminds me. Children, I’d like to speak with you later. Your uncle sent you gifts and a letter,” Ursa smiled at us, making Azula perk up. “He got us all something.”

“Yes. Earth Kingdom swill Iroh mistakenly labeled wine,” Ozai pulled a face as servants began drifting in with dishes and setting out the evening meal for us. “Let us speak of something else. Azula, how are your studies going?”

“They’re going well, father!” the girl beamed as he sent her one of his rare smiles. “Would you like to see what I learned today?”

“Show me,” he nodded, and Azula bounced to her feet. My sister began to go through a short kata, throwing out blasts of flame from her hands and feet—thankfully, aimed away from the table. Ozai smiled and nodded. “Good, Azula. Very good.”

Azula made her way back to her seat, beaming a happy smile as she did. Quietly, Ursa pulled Azula into a hug against her side. “That was great, Azula.”

Ozai’s smile fell off and he shifted a disapproving gaze to me. “Zuko, why can’t you be more like your sister?”

I sent him a guileless smile. “Why aren’t you more like your brother?”

The room went silent. The servants, who had been standing against the walls, hurried for the exits. The temperature crept upwards, a heat haze forming around Ozai as his face reddened. I simply picked up my rice bowl and began eating. Finally, he quietly demanded, “What did you say?”

“I said, why aren’t you more like your brother, father,” I repeated, looking up and meeting his gaze as I set my bowl down. “Uncle Iroh is a great man, just as Azula is a very talented girl. I’m not as naturally talented as my sister, but I work hard every day to close the gap between us.”

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That was a blatant lie. I was just as talented as Azula. Some of it was from hard work and being willing to think outside the box. Most of it came from being an adult mind inside a child’s body, and having knowledge of science and physics this world hadn’t discovered, which let me do things with fire that most would consider the realm of masters for even considering them, but I tried as a case of trying to duplicate something I had seen in real life—like my heat vision skill. The rest was whatever gift I had been given, in the form of those dreams showing me hints about what might be possible.

But I didn’t advertise any of that, and only Ursa really suspected that I might know more than I let on. Mom was observant like that, but also perfectly happy to keep my secrets to herself.

“Is that so?”

“Yes. I don’t resent Azula for being blessed with skill as a bender. That’s Azula’s talent and I’m sure I’ll discover my own, eventually.”

Ozai snorted quietly. “And what talent might that be, if not the one thing you should be great at?”

“I have no idea. But I’m not Azula, which is why I’m not going go try to be more like her. I’m going to be the best Zuko I can be—not the best imitation of Azula I can be. If I did anything less, I’d spend the rest of my life living in her shadow, jealous of her achievements, her successes, and probably wind up a bitter, impotent, conniving, backstabbing old man who’s only happy when my beloved little sister fails. I’ll take my example from you, father, and be happy with my sister’s successes, while striving to make a name for myself and stand outside of her shadow—to stand on my own merits.”

Ozai’s jaw clenched, the heat around us increasing as his teeth ground in his head. But the truth was, he couldn’t do anything. Not here, not now. He’d sniped at me and I had clapped back hard, but I had worded it in such a way that the assumption was that he didn’t resent Iroh. Any action on his part now would only contradict that and show him for exactly what he was. The second son, jealous of his older brother’s achievements, position, and a man who lusted for power—seeking the throne when he wasn’t the heir, hadn’t distinguished himself enough to earn it, and was frankly unfit to lead given his temperament.

It paid to pay attention. To sit down, shut up, listen, and watch. To speak with my elder relatives—even the scary old man sitting on the throne. I had learned all I really needed to know about Ozai from how he treated and spoke about Uncle Iroh, and the things grandfather Azulon said about him—usually in the form of warnings to not do the things my father had done.

Just to rub salt in the wound, I picked up my tea cup and took a sip. “Ahh, nice. You should have some, father. Some soothing jasmine tea will do wonders to help you relax after a long day.”

Ozai stood up and left, storming out of the room. As soon as he was gone, Ursa sighed. “You shouldn’t antagonize your father, Zuko.”

“A great man is hard on himself; a small man is hard on others.”

“You’ve been spending too much time around Uncle Iroh,” Azula pulled a face.

“No such thing.”

Ursa sighed, shaking her head. “Well, let’s finish our meal and go get those gifts.”

Azula ate quickly after that, while Ursa and I ate at a more sedate pace, knowing that the delay would only make my little sister more antsy. When we were finished, we made our way back to our sitting room and Ursa retrieved two small packages, along with a scroll. “Let’s see. It says…”

I listened with half an ear as the servants brought two boxes out. “For Zuko, a pearl dagger from the general who surrendered when we broke through the outer wall. Note the inscription and the superior craftsmanship.”

I took the dagger in hand and unsheathed it, whistling quietly as I looked it over. It was a very fine piece of work. Sheathing it, I looked over to see what Azula had gotten.

“And for Azula, a new friend. She wears the latest fashion for Earth Kingdom girls.”

Azula pulled a face as her eyes turned towards my dagger. Internally, I sighed, resigning myself to what I was about to do. “Huh, that’s funny. I think he got the names wrong.”

“Hm?” Ursa asked, and I nodded. “What do you mean, Zuko?”

I offered Azula my dagger and casually took the doll from her, to my sister’s surprise. “Well, it’s just that I think he forgot how much I love I enjoy collecting those dolls and seeing the fashions the different kingdoms’ ladies have to offer. After all, I need to have some idea what sort of dress any future wife of mine would enjoy receiving as a gift. And what better way to model them than on a doll? Uses less material but still lets you see what it’ll look like, without taking up much space.”

I tucked the doll away in the fold of my robe as I turned a grin on Ursa as Azula looked reverently down at the blade, clutching it tightly to her chest. “I think I’ll send Uncle a note thanking him for his thoughtful gift.”

Ursa looked between the two of us as a smile pulled at her lips. “That sounds like a great idea, my son.”

“Yeeeah, how could Uncle make such a dumb mistake. Must be getting forgetful in his old age,” Azula muttered, before hurrying from the room. “Goodnight!”

“Goodnight, mom.”

“Goodnight, dears.”

I left to go put the doll on a shelf in my room and grab a bath. Not too long after I’d gotten into bed and put out the lanterns lighting the room, my door opened and I felt a light weight bounce onto my bed, before a familiar form slipped under my covers. Azula wrapped her arms around me and sighed. “Thank you, Zuzu.”

“You’re welcome, Azula. I know how much it meant to you.”

“Mm,” she nodded. A few moments later, she demanded, “Tell me a story.”

“Is that how we ask for something?”

“A princess doesn’t ask.”

“You do if you want something from your older brother,” I chuckled, earning a quiet sound of discontent from her.

Eventually, she caved. “Will you read me a story, please?”

Giving her a squeeze in response, I nodded. “Sure. How about the story of… King Arthur. The greatest king to ever live.”

“Are there any girls in it?”

I laughed quietly. “Oh ye of little faith. Little did the kingdom know, but Arthur had a secret. For he was really Artoria, but was raised as a boy by his father, because no one would have accepted a queen ruling by herself in that time.”

“No benders, either?”

“No benders, no. But there is magic. After all, this is the tale of how Artoria met the great wizard Merlin—who became her teacher and advisor, and was herself a half-succubus.”

“Ehh? What’s a succubus?”

“It’s a type of spirit who looks like a woman and seduces men, showing them love in exchange for a little of their life essence, so she can live. Anyway. Arthur…”

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Two years later…

I sighed as I finished the climb from where the cart had dropped me off through the town of Shu Jing, up the path to one of the cliffs overlooking the town, where a castle had been built. Walking up to the front gate, I grabbed the rope beside the gate and pulled, ringing a bell to announce my presence.

A few minutes later, the door set in the gate opened and an older man with the top of his head bald and the rest of his hair in a topknot greeted me with a bow, which I returned. “How may I help you?”

“I’m Zuko, here to learn from master Piandao.” I still wasn’t used to appending ‘prince’ to my name and doubted I ever would be.

“I am Fat. I’ll take you to him,” the man answered curtly, before turning on his heel and entering the castle.

I shifted the bag on my back to a more comfortable position and followed him inside. Fat led me to an inner courtyard, where a man sat drinking tea in front of a Pai Sho table. Studying me as we approached, he hummed quietly. Fat left me with him, after pouring a second cup of tea.

I bowed politely. “Master Piandao. I am—”

“I know who you are, Prince Zuko,” he cut me off and I fell silent. He waited a few moments before asking, “Do you play?”

“A bit.”

“Sit. Let us have a game.”

Placing my bag down, I reached into it and fished out the one tile I carried with me, before taking the pieces he offered and beginning to set up. The game began and I started with the opening move I’d learned from watching Iroh play others. Piandao raised an eyebrow and responded as I had expected him to. “Many young nobles of the Fire Nation come to me every year, demanding I teach them, and of those I take on only a rare select few. Your uncle, brother to the Fire Lord, sent you to me, along with a letter asking that I instruct you. So tell me, Prince Zuko. Why should I spend my limited time instructing you? What do you know of the sword?”

I was silent for a while myself as we played and slowly, a form began to take shape on the board between us.

“Nothing,” I admitted freely, placing down my lotus tile in the middle of the formation. “But isn’t it true that a bowl is most useful when it is empty?”

Piandao chuckled and began resetting the board. “How is Iroh?”

“He wasn’t well for a while, after losing his son, then his father.” Azulon was not a good man, but I had spent years cultivating a relationship with him. I would bring him tea and snacks when he wasn’t seeing anyone in court for the day, then get him to tell me stories from his youth, and about our grandmother. Eventually, the man opened up. I think he even liked me, by the end.

It was a shame he had to die, because he ordered Ozai to kill Azula, after our cousin Lu Ten’s death. In Azulon’s words, he wanted to make Ozai know the pain of the loss of a child, but grandfather knew that his relationship with me could politely be called ‘strained,’ though more honestly ‘hostile’ fit better. Since Ozai would feel nothing at my death, he instead ordered our father to kill the child he did love—the one he was trying to mold into his own image. Azula.

Ozai had protested, vehemently, which only made his father more certain of his choice. I’d had to drag Azula away and she had been… inconsolable, after. Ursa had found us in my bed, Azula clinging to me and begging me not to let father kill her. After I’d explained what was going on, she had left for a while, then returned in the middle of the night to tell Azula and I goodbye. We hadn’t seen her since, and the next morning, Azulon was found dead. Ozai was crowned Fire Lord the very next day and since then, my life at the castle had been spent either walking on eggshells, or with uncle Iroh.

That was why I was here, actually. Iroh sent me here to get me away from Ozai. Out of sight, out of mind. I’d spend six months to a year here, or until Piandao decided I was good enough. Once I was finished here, and since Iroh thought keeping me away from Ozai may give my father in this world some appreciation for me with my absence (I doubted it, but stranger things had happened), I had actually asked to go train with the Yuyan archers. They were a group I had heard about in passing, after Ozai hired one to assassinate someone.

“But Uncle is doing better, I suppose. Keeping himself busy with Pai Sho, his tea, and singing. And awful poetry.”

“Hah! Yes, that sounds right. You should tell him to visit, the next time you see him.”

“I will,” I agreed, as we began a new game.

“I think I am going to enjoy having you as an apprentice, Prince Zuko.”

“Please, just Zuko.”

“Tell me, which do you think stronger. Your firebending, or a blade?”

“I suppose that depends on the situation. Can’t use firebending to cut a slice of bread. Can’t use a blade alone to start a fire in the winter. Bending is a skill you learn, if you have the talent. It takes up no space in your bag or on your belt. A sword takes up space, but it’s space worth taking. If I had the option, I’d prefer to have both.”

“Good answer.”

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“Zuko.”

“Azula. It’s good to see you again,” I sent my sister a smile. “You’ve grown.”

“You missed my birthday,” she frowned, glaring at me. “Again.”

Pulling my pack off my back, I gestured for her, Ty Lee, and Mai to follow as I moved over to one of the stone benches in the courtyard and sat down. “I did. But I think this might make up for it.”

Untying a leather wrapped bundle from the side, I untied the leather holding the bundle together and stood up again, stepping closer to her. Azula was still a couple of inches shorter than me I noticed, as she stared up at me with her pretty gold eyes. Her expression said she was angry, but I could tell from the way her hands fidgeted towards the package that she was excited.

I offered the bundle and she accepted it, clutching it to her chest. Carefully, I pulled the leather away from it and her face lit up with a smile as I revealed a traditional straight jian sword with a red tassel tied to the pommel. Taking the sword and sheath in hand, I pulled it from the scabbard just enough for her to see the blade.

“It’s beautiful.”

“I might have bribed master Piandao into making it for you.” Sliding the blade back into its sheath, I covered it again and pulled her into a hug. “I’ve missed you.”

“I missed you too, big brother.”

“So cute~!”

“Ty Lee,” Mai hissed at the excitable girl. “Can’t you see they’re having a moment?”

“Well, yeah!”

I sighed and let go of Azula, turning a grin on her two friends. “Don’t think I’ve forgotten you two.”

Mai raised an eyebrow. “Oh?”

Ty Lee bounced on the balls of her feet. “What’d you get me?!”

Chuckling, I dug through the bag, pulling out two more small wrapped bundles. Gesturing the pair closer, I opened the first and pinned it in Ty Lee’s hair, before doing the same with Mai. Behind them, Azula frowned, her glare returning as the girls pulled out the hairpins I’d stick in their hair.

“What is this?” Mai asked, studying hers. “A dagger?”

Ty Lee pulled hers apart. “A lock pick?”

“Both. They separate into a small dagger and a pick,” I explained. “Practical and beautiful, just like you.”

Mai eyed me skeptically, but though her expression was hard to read, I could tell she liked it—both the gift and the complement. “Who are you trying to sweet talk with that line?”

“You. Did it work?” I grinned.

“It totally did!” Ty Lee laughed, throwing her arms around me in a hug and planting a kiss on my cheek. “Thanks, Zuko! Mai, come on! Get in here!”

“I will not—ah!” Mai yelped as she found herself pulled into a three-way hug by an overly enthusiastic Ty Lee. The girl’s expression of long suffering told me that things hadn’t changed much between them since I’d been gone.

“Okay, that’s enough!” Azula growled, grabbing the girls and pulling them away. “Zuko just got back. I’m sure he’s tired from his travels and would like to clean up and rest. I’ll see you two tomorrow.”

“Someone’s jealous~,” Ty Lee teased, only to yelp as a spark of lightning danced briefly between Azula’s fingers. “See you later! Thanks again, Zuzu!”

Mai sighed, shaking her head. “Thank you, Zuko. Later.”

“Bye girls. Come by again tomorrow and we’ll catch up.”

“Tch. No you won’t. You’re spending the day with me,” Azula grumbled quietly as they fled, pulling me towards the doors leading inside. “Let’s go take a bath.”

“A bath sounds good.”

“I’ll wash your back.”

“You must have really missed me. We haven’t done that since we were little,” I sent her an amused look, earning a glare in response.

“Not really,” Azula denied, and I heard the pout in her voice. “Tell me about your travels.”

As we passed a servant, I sent the woman a smile and offered her my bag, asking, “Would you please take this to my room?”

“Certainly, Prince Zuko. And welcome home!”

“Thank you, Lily,” I sent the woman a smile, and she beamed in response as she hurried away.

Quietly, I heard the woman whisper, “He remembers my name!” as she scurried down the hall.

It paid to treat the staff well. Little things like remembering their names and birthdays went a long way towards making life easier, and lowering my worry that one day, I might take a sip of tea and abruptly wake up in the spirit realm, dead.

Sending her a smile as we entered the bathroom, I teased, “Is that how we ask for something?”

“Nn! Would you please tell me about your travels, Zuzu?” she whined petulantly as we began to undress.

“Sure, sure,” I agreed as Azula filled a bucket with water. “So there I was, hanging upside down from a tree—”

“Start at the beginning like a normal person!” Azula demanded, slinging the bucket of water at me and catching me in the face with it.

“Pfft,” I sighed, wiping water out of my eyes. “If you insist. So there I was, hanging upside down from a tree…”

“Huh?”

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