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Chapter 1: Tokoro to Hito

[Disclaimer: Nickelodeon (and all others) own “Avatar: The Last Airbender.”  I own whatever I write/create.  Don’t steal and don’t sue.]

There wasn’t very much to Taonan.  It was one of many port cities that dotted the coastline of the largest land mass in the Fire Nation, and a small one at that.  A tally taker could even denounce it as a city, so few people lived there.  Those who did, though, would always call themselves a city, no matter what label may have come to their home.

The only remarkable thing to Tanoan’s name was that it had been the first city to be taken in the Fire Nation’s name when the Hundred Years War began.  After so long, with patrols and troops passing through day by day, year in and out, the people had all but ceased to remember they were occupied by and lived side by side with those who were called enemies.  When the war finally ended, there was no thought given to what could happen to the city.  Resistance to the Fire Nation was tiny, and died within weeks.  Taonan, first occupied, became the first city to submit officially with barely any struggle.

Kailas Arav, when not answering letters sent from the Eastern and Western Capitals, often sat at the fountain in the center of the city.  If she sat watching everything from the people to the sky, those who caught themselves in her gaze would pause and bow to her, and she would nod in return.  If she sat with book in hand, eyes on the pages, no one said a word.  While she never snapped at, say, a child who tugged at the hem of her pants and asked what she was reading, it was generally thought wiser not to bother the woman who had been established as the city’s governor.  It was considered the wisdom of a sage to know when to not bother the captain of Fire Lord Azula’s Phoenix Battalion.

At a glance, Kailas’s rule of the city seemed a neglectful one.  She spoke so rarely outside of meetings with the city’s militia-turned-city-guards, and so quietly at all times, that most people jumped if she happened to address them in the street.  Even when she first began officiating the city’s changeover, alone and without guard or ally amongst the militia, she was quiet, and seemingly unmoved by any threat that came with the resistance.  Beyond the duty she was assigned, she was unconnected to the city, and could have vanished from within its borders just as easily as she had arrived—were it not for one thing.

In the weeks that first followed her arrival, with just enough rebellion in the streets to warrant constant patrols from the newly sanctioned guards, Kailas was wont to roaming about as much as the patrols.  However, she took to the edges of the city, watching the waves along the shoreline or following footpaths in the forest to the east.  She went alone, only carrying a staff as she wandered.  For the most part, nothing happened, and no one spoke to her.  It was only in the last, tense days of weeding out violent opposition that Kailas came across anything she considered, after a time, meaningful.

Noise was in the forest that day.  An animal’s high, doleful howl was constantly in the background, interspersed with men’s snarling and laughing, and a woman screaming.  Kailas paused at the screams, looking at the trees.  They were not bunched together, and she could see movement here and there: flashes of bared flesh, and streaks of blood.  She frowned, just slightly, and strode away from the footpath.  Her boots made no sound as she walked lightly over browning grass, and she came to find three men standing in a clearing, shoving a woman back and forth between them.  The woman—barely more than a girl—tried to keep her arms over her chest.  There was no shirt to cover her, and scrapes and scratches left blood smeared across her skin.  She was sobbing, screaming things that were not words, and the men laughed as they shoved and tried to pull at the ragged pants on her hips or the long braid of her light brown hair.

“And you’re planning to do what, may I ask?” Kailas said.

The men spun to face her, the woman tripping and falling to her knees.  After a moment of staring, the men shared a glance and came together to stand in a broken circle around Kailas.  She looked at them, and put the end of her staff down before her, holding it lightly with both hands.

“Would you look at that?” the man with the broadest shoulders said.  “It’s the little Fire Nation bitch.”

The shortest man stepped forward, laughing.  “You think you can just come here and get made queen, or something?  Think you can tell us what to do?”

Kailas let her eyes drop down to the woman, who remained on her knees, trembling.  “No.  I do intend to tell you what you can’t do, though.  And this happens to be one of the things you can’t do.”

The third man, bland in feature and blank in expression, stared at her.  “Says who?”

“A great many courts, for one,” Kailas said.  “Myself, for another.  So I’m going to tell you that you need to leave her alone and go before I decide how I want to serve a sentence.”

“Serve a sentence?”  The shortest man sniggered, snorting and spitting on Kailas’s boot.  He grinned at the way she lifted one eyebrow.  “What are you, some weird cook?”

“No,” Kailas said.  “And I’ve decided.”  She took a tight hold of the staff, lifting it from the ground.  The short man watched the end nearest the ground closely, his knees coming together as he squinted.  He saw the tip he stared at disappear, but that was all.  He didn’t have time to notice Kailas sliding one foot back, or how she brought her other hand to the staff.  He didn’t even have time to blink at the vanishing act.  The other end of the staff struck the side of his head, and the crack echoed off the trees.

Neither of the men remaining knew if the crack was from the wood striking their compatriot, or if it was the crack of his skull shattering.  They watched him fall limply to the ground, a lumpy imprint along where his temple had been.  Blood oozed from his nose, and his mouth hung open.  His eyes were vacant, and the two remaining men stared.

Kailas’s eyes narrowed when the men finally looked up.  “Would you like the same sentence, or would you like to report to Lieutenant Tai-Yang and tell him what you were trying to do?”

The men turned and ran, their feet slipping on the ground with the effort.  They said nothing, and Kailas did not watch them as they scrambled away.  She went to the girl and crouched down on one knee.  The girl was weeping, clutching her shoulders with white-knuckled fingers, and jumped when Kailas knelt down.  She stared as Kailas put the staff flat on the ground, and crossed her arms to rest her elbows on her knee.

“Did they do anything to you?” Kailas asked.

The girl said nothing, sniffing and hiccupping.  She closed her eyes tightly and turned away, but she shook her head.

“I see,” Kailas said.  She looked at the blood on the girl’s shoulders and arms, picking out scrapes amongst the smearing.  Wetness pressed against her fingertips, and she looked down to see what should have been a fluffy raccoon-dog, but was a blood-matted, whimpering creature.  It stared up at her, eyes going between her and the girl.  “And this is?”

The girl’s voice broke, raw and brittle from her screams, as she said, “Fai.”

“And your name?”


“Where do you live?”

The raccoon-dog whined, putting a paw on Kailas’s hand.  He turned his head toward a pile of wood lying broken under boulders, and Kailas’s small frown returned.  Hova sniffled, her tears slowing and her sobs quieting.  She jumped when she saw movement from the corner of her eye, and turned, ducking her head down.  Kailas paused a moment, meeting Hova’s green eyes, and waited until she lifted her head.  She resumed in undoing the frog ties on her shirt, and shrugged it off her shoulders when it was open.  Gently, fingertips barely brushing Hova’s skin, she laid the long sleeved shirt over Hova’s shoulders and drew it together at her front.  Hova could not stop staring.

“What…happened to you?” she asked.

Kailas looked down at her torso.  The clean white cloth of her breast bindings was hardly noteworthy, and she knew it wasn’t what Hova meant.  She looked at the faint remains of a burn scar on her left shoulder and the thin white lines that crisscrossed her sides and stomach.  What drew Hova’s eyes most, she knew, was the thick, pocked red scar that began at the top of her right collarbone, crossed down below the bindings and between her breasts, and came to an end on the top left side of her stomach.  Kailas lifted her head, and Hova blinked and looked away from the marks when she saw the utterly hollow smirk on Kailas’s face.

“These,” Kailas said, waving her hand toward the marks on her belly and sides, “are what happen when you conquer Ba Sing Se with Fire Lord Azula.  This,” she continued, tapping her burnt shoulder, “is what happens when you’re Fire Lord Azula’s sparring partner.  And this,” she murmured, laying her fingers between her breasts, “is what happens when you happen to be born on the same date as Fire Lord Azula.”

Hova looked at Kailas’s gold eyes, tears finally gone but for the streaks on her face.  Still trembling, she dropped her gaze back down to the scar on Kailas’s chest.  For a moment, one hand came away from a shoulder, and she reached toward it.  She flinched and jerked her hand back, staring at the ground and pulling the shirt closed even tighter.

“Thank you,” she whispered.

Kailas hummed, and held out her hand.  “Come with me.”

Hova started, looking back up.  “What?”

“I’m not about to leave a woman half-naked and bloody alone in the forest with nothing but an injured raccoon-dog with her,” Kailas said.  “Much less one who doesn’t have another shirt to her name.  Come with me.”

“Do I have a choice?” Hova asked, eyes narrowing as she looked at the ground.

Kailas reached out and put one finger on Hova’s chin.  She turned Hova’s head gently, and her smirk warmed just enough that Hova blinked.  “I want to give you new clothes and a bath, at least.  If you want to leave after that, it’s all right.”

Hova sucked in a breath, and it escaped her in a wavering sigh.  “Why?”

“Because it’s what I need to do,” Kailas said.  She put her fingers on Hova’s cheek.  “Come with me.”

Hova’s eyes dropped, her already pink cheeks flushing.  “Can Fai come too?”

“I’ll carry him if it’ll make you feel better.”

Hova nodded slowly.  Fai, standing quietly, saw the nod and let out a bark.  He stood on his back legs and pawed at Kailas’s arm until Hova let out a small laugh.  Kailas scooped the bloody raccoon-dog up in her left arm and stood up, holding out her right hand.  Hova reached, hesitated, and took Kailas’s hand.  She was helped to her feet, and Kailas crouched down to pick up her staff.

“This way.”


It wasn’t the biggest house Hova could imagine, but it was the biggest house she had ever set foot inside.  Kailas stood and watched as the girl stepped lightly, jumping at the feel of polished wood beneath her bare feet.  Her lips twitched at the way Hova completely stopped and stared all around, holding the shirt closed tight.

“Is this all your house?” Hova asked.

“It is,” Kailas said.

“Who cleans all of it?”

“I do.”  Kailas sat for a moment, setting Fai down in the sunken square the doorway opened into, and pulled at her boots.  They came off easily enough, and she let Fai sniff at them and the staff she leaned against the doorframe a moment before picking him up again.  She stepped up onto the wood floor, and Hova spun about at the sound of Kailas’s footsteps.

“But—it’s so big,” she said.  Her shoulders hunched, and she looked up at the ceiling and down at the floor.  “Don’t people with houses like this have servants?”

“I don’t,” Kailas said.  “It’s not too big for one person to clean.  Come on.”  She walked past Hova, but knew the girl followed her by the faint sound of her footsteps.  In her arms, Fai wiggled and whined, twisting his head to sniff at unfamiliar air.  When Kailas looked over her shoulder, Hova was twisting and turning much in the same way, her eyes roaming about.

In the bright midday summer sun, there weren’t many shadows to have to squint into.  The rafters and crossbeams were the same deep red-brown as the floorboards, save for where the sun seeped through paper-covered windows and turned red to orange and brown to gold.  When Hova passed through the softened light, Kailas could see what had been in shadows in the forest.  Hova was thin, the bones of her hands casting sharp-edged shadows where they held the shirt tight.  She was pale, the dried blood the deepest color to her cheeks.  Her pants were patched repeatedly, mismatched colors stitched over what might have been pale, soft yellow.  When she saw Kailas’s eyes on her, Hova put her eyes on the floor, and her head ducked down.

They said nothing until Kailas guided Hova to the bath.  She stood to one side as Hova stared at the deep, wide wooden tub, and the smaller basin to one side.  Hova turned to look at her with the same wide eyes and fallen jaw, and Kailas could not help the small smile that came to her.

“Is it that surprising?” she asked.

“I—my family never had a bath like this,” Hova said.  “We just cleaned in the river, like everyone else did.”

Kailas’s head tipped slightly, down and just to the right.  “I can leave if you like.”

“You—aren’t going to?”

Kailas scratched Fai’s chin, his tongue draping over his teeth.  “I was going to get the blood out of his fur when you were done and in the bath.  But I can leave and clean him outside.”

The fingers on Hova’s hands loosened their grip on the shirt, and she reached out slowly.  Again, she hesitated a moment, and took Fai’s paw between two fingers.  “Can he—can you both stay?”

“If that’s what you want,” Kailas said.  She set Fai down and went to the tub.  Hova watched, blinking repeatedly, as Kailas put her hands into the water.  When steam began to rise from the water’s surface, she took her hands away and went to the basin.  The heating was repeated, and Kailas went back to where Fai had settled lazily on the floor.

“That must be nice to do,” Hova said quietly.

Kailas slid the door shut and sat down, holding her hands up while Fai crawled over her legs.  “What would that be?”

“Being able to make the water hot like that,” Hova said.  She stared at Kailas’s back, waiting briefly before she took the shirt from her shoulders.  She folded it, crouching down to set it aside.  For a long while, she stared at the crimson cloth and the gold thread that made up the embroidered phoenix on the left side of the chest.  She traced the thread with her fingers, and rubbed the high collar between thumb and forefinger when there was nothing left to trace.  There was blood speckled on the gold thread, and along the frog ties where her hands had held on.  “I’m sorry.”

“For what?”

“I—I got blood all over this.  I ruined it.”  Hova glanced up at Kailas’s back, and nearly gasped.  More scars—burned patches of skin and the thin lines of cuts—spotted the skin of her back, shoulders, and arms.

Kailas, chin in hand and elbow on knee, shrugged slightly as she scratched behind Fai’s ears.  “I’ve ‘ruined’ more shirts than that.  It’ll be all right.”

Hova stared, mouth hanging open, until she realized what she was doing.  Without looking at Kailas, she stripped off her pants and laid them beside the folded shirt.  Naked, she went to the basin and took up the soap and small wooden bucket next to it.  In silence, save for Fai’s barking when water splashed, Hova cleaned herself, scrubbing off the blood and holding back hisses of pain when she came to the scrapes and cuts.  Even when she had poured water to rinse away the soap, she held the little bar in her hand and rubbed her thumb over it.  Looking over her shoulder just long enough to see Kailas had not moved, she pulled her braid over her shoulder and began to unwind it.

The soap was gently scented of something she had no chance of putting a name to, and she rubbed it carefully through her hair.  It rinsed as easily as it had foamed, and she combed her hair with her fingers to feel at the softness left behind.  Again glancing just long enough to see that Kailas was facing the door, Hova stepped into the tub and drew her knees up to her chest, closing her eyes at the water’s heat.

“It’s warm enough?”

Hova jumped, crossing her arms over her breasts and contorting so much that she only just peeked out over the top edge of the tub.  Kailas looked at her, eyebrow raised, until she lifted her head.  “It—is.  Thank you.”

Kailas’s head tipped to one side before she picked Fai up from her lap.  He whimpered, paws walking in the air, and whined loudly when she set him down on the floor.  Both raccoon-dog and girl watched Kailas roll up the ends of her pants, baring her legs to the knees.  She scooped water into the bucket and knelt down, patting her thigh until Fai trotted to her.  When she dumped the water over him, he yelped.  Nearly bouncing, he skittered around Kailas in a tight circle, shaking his head until the fur on his ears stuck out in three different directions.  Kailas looked at Hova, and Hova looked back.

“Is this normal?” Kailas asked.

Hova shook her head slowly, watching Fai come to a stop in front of Kailas.  “He doesn’t mind water that much.  Maybe it’s the cuts hurting him.”

Kailas smiled slightly, rolling her eyes.  “Well, that was just me forgetting what I was doing, then.”  She scratched under Fai’s chin with all her fingers.  “I’m sorry.  But you’ll be unhappy if I don’t clean you off.”

Fai sneezed, shaking his head about.  Heaving a sigh, he dropped his rear to the floor and stayed there even when the next bucketful cascaded down his back.  His tail beat against the floor when the water touched the cuts under his fur, but he did not snap at Kailas’s hands when she started to work out the bloody mats.  Hova sat and watched, for lack of anything else to do.  The shock of the scars had faded to dull beats instead of shudders that traveled the length of her spine.  Now, she managed to look at Kailas properly for the first time that day.

Her hair was the same dark brown-black as the Fire Nation soldiers she had seen without their helmets.  It was cut neatly short, parted to one side to hang above her right eye.  The gold eyes were just as similar to the soldiers, but they remained almost perpetually half-closed.  For all the time she watched Kailas clean the blood out of Fai’s fur, she never saw a change in Kailas’s expression.  The smile had disappeared when Fai settled down, and her face was without smile or frown, and whatever might have been taken from her eyes was hidden by how they were nearly closed.  Watching her for all those minutes without a twitch passing over her face, Hova rubbed at her shins and wondered if she should feel lucky for seeing Kailas smile.

Fai whined when Kailas rubbed the fur on his head the wrong way once before straightening it.  He looked up at her, tail still beating the floor.  When no more water came to his sopping, skinny body, his head tilted and he sniffed at her pink tinged hands.  

“Happy to be clean?”

Hova did not jump when she realized Kailas’s gaze was on her, but felt the jolt in her shoulders regardless.  “Yeah.  Um—thank you.”

Kailas stood up, dipping her hands in the basin to rinse what bloody water clung to her palms.  “I’ll get towels for you both.  And clothes, now that I think of it.”  She opened the door, looking over her shoulder a moment before leaving and sliding it shut behind her.  Hova sat with her hands on the bottom of the tub and her chin on her knees.  Fai shook himself mightily, flinging his tail in all directions, and padded through puddles to sit next to the tub.  Hova, eyes still on the door, reached out of the water and rubbed her fingers against Fai’s cheek.  She said nothing, holding down questions in favor of waiting.  There was nothing the raccoon-dog could offer to assuage her confusion, and so she did not ask him.


Summer evenings were always a respite from the days.  When the sun finally sank under the horizon, the heat faded enough that what remained was pleasant, and it was easy to stay awake.  Hova, standing with her arms around herself, watched Kailas.  Fai lay beside the woman, bandaged neatly and sound asleep.  Kailas sat beneath a hanging lamp, back against the frame of the sliding doors that were open to the walkway that surrounded the house.  One hand rested on Fai’s back, and the other held open a book.  Long since dried, she wore black pants that hung down just past her knees, and a sleeveless red shirt that she left open.

Hova was in the too-large clothes she had borrowed—pants of the same length and color, and a sleeveless white shirt she had closed completely.  She stood watching because, for all the minutes she had been standing there, she could not think of anything to say.  A few times, she had opened her mouth, but there were no sounds she could think of to justify even that.  She stood as cricket-moths flew and landed and sung outside, and Kailas continued to read.

“You know,” Kailas said suddenly, “that you can come here if you want.  I’m not trying to take Fai from you.”

Hova opened her mouth, and again found nothing.  For lack of anything else to do, she went to where Kailas sat and Fai lay, and sat against the doorframe opposite Kailas.  She pulled her knees up to her chest and held them there, staring at the blank covers and spine of the book in Kailas’s hand.  Kailas did not look up, only lifting her hand from Fai’s back to turn a page.

“What are you reading?” Hova asked.

“Philosophy,” Kailas murmured.  “It used to be my father’s book.”

Hova nearly asked, but her eyes fell when she thought a moment.  “Oh.  I’m sorry.”

“You weren’t the soldier that killed him,” Kailas said.  “You don’t need to apologize.”  She slipped a string from the book’s spine between the pages, letting the book rest shut in her lap.  “I have others like it if you’d like to read them.”

Hova swallowed hard, rolling fabric between her fingers.  “Why do you keep doing that?”


“You—you keep asking me what I’d like,” Hova said.  “If I wanted you to leave in the bath, if I wanted to have something to read—you cooked for me and Fai after you asked if I wanted something to eat.”

“Is that a bad thing?” Kailas asked.  “I was taught that it was hospitable to offer a guest what I could.”

“I’m not saying it’s bad,” Hova said, looking away.  “I just—I don’t get why you’re doing that.”

Kailas was silent a moment.  “You don’t understand why someone from the Fire Nation would do it?”

Hova shook her head, even though it was hardly what she wanted to do.  She bit the inside of her cheek.

“You don’t understand why I would do that.”

“That’s—that isn’t what I meant!” Hova said, closing her eyes tight.  “I don’t mean you, you, I mean—I meant…I don’t know.  I’m sorry.”  Her shoulders began to shake, her heart beating an irregular rhythm against her ribs.  The silence seemed appropriate.  Kailas’s quiet laughter, coming soon after, was odd enough that Hova looked up.

“You meant that you don’t understand why Captain Arav of the Phoenix Battalion would act like that,” Kailas said.  She smiled, wider than before and warm for the first time.  “Is that about it?”

“Why aren’t you angry?”

“Because you haven’t done anything to make me angry.”  Kailas rubbed her thumb over the book’s spine, the smile fading into a straight line.  “It’s not in me to get angry very much.”

“Then what about the—when we were in the forest?”

“I don’t like women being hurt,” Kailas said.  “I can’t help getting angry when I see that.”  She sighed and lay the book aside.  “I knew helping you is something I had—have to do.”

“Why?” Hova asked.

“Have you ever had a moment where you knew exactly what was happening and where you had to go to make things right?”


“I haven’t either—but it’s that kind of feeling.  And I don’t want to make you leave.”

“Because they destroyed my home?”

“That, and I just don’t want to make you leave.”

“Why me?”

Kailas leaned forward, putting an elbow on one knee and her chin in her hand.  She smiled, and Hova blushed.  “Because I know no one in this city beside Lieutenant Tai-Yang and the soldiers, because I like Fai, and because I would at least like to have a friend.  If it’s not something you want to do, then I’ll find you a place to live tomorrow and give you enough money to buy new clothes.”

Hova stared, face blank.  “You want a friend.”

“Am I not allowed that?” Kailas asked.

Hova shook her head, looking out at the ground with her eyes half-closed.  “Everyone should have a friend.  A human one.”

Kailas looked at Fai, still sound asleep, but said nothing.

“So…what would I be doing?” Hova asked.  “I’ve never cleaned a house, and I don’t know how to cook.  Not like you can.”

“I’m not asking you to be a maid,” Kailas said, chuckling quietly for a moment.  “If you want some kind of job…would you like to be my assistant?”

“What does that mean?”

“You could get the letters that arrive for me at the port, and from the Eastern Capital.  Read some of them to see if I actually need to do anything.  Help me find what I need.  Let me talk to you about what I’m thinking about.  Whatever you’d like to help me with.  That sort of thing.”

Hova looked up at Kailas’s face.  She continued to smile, faint but real, and Hova let out a low breath.  “You’re way too nice.”

“I do try,” Kailas said.  Hova laughed, just enough that Kailas’s smile grew that much wider.  “Would that be all right?”

For a long while, Hova was quiet.  She rolled the fabric of a pant leg between thumb and forefinger, looking down at her feet.   “Yeah.  That’d be okay.”

Kailas’s smile did not waver.  “Good.”


Kailas knew Hova wasn’t sleeping.  Not peacefully, in any case.  Three weeks had brought the end of the city’s changeover, both militarily and politically.  For all intents and purposes, Taonan’s militia was part of Kailas’s battalion, and she ruled the city.  No other incidents were reported, and all rebellion was ferreted out and eliminated.  It was as quiet as one expected a tranquil seaside city to be.

That did not mean Hova took after the city during the night.  Despite the fact that she always fell asleep before Kailas, drifting off with remarkable ease, she did not stay still—or even quiet—during the dark hours of the world.  She tossed, kicking at the light summer blanket she had pulled tight over her shoulders when she lay down.  She whimpered, her crying audible even though Kailas lay on her side away from the girl.  Fai fell into the habit of curling against Kailas’s back after being struck by an errant elbow.

Kailas, wakened each night when the fits began, lay with her eyes closed and listened.  She heard the cloth rustling, and Hova’s hair brushing all over her pillow.  They slept on separate pads, with separate pillows and blanket, but always in the same room.  Kailas had set up the room for them both the first night, and would not change it after that.  She would not, because it took her rolling silently over and reaching out to massage Hova’s back to calm the girl back into some semblance of real sleep.

Neither of them spoke about it.  Hova said nothing of what made her cry so often, and Kailas said nothing of her remedy.  Only faint dark marks appeared under Hova’s eyes, and they vanished when Kailas reached out early enough that they both slept most of the night through.  For the time being, it was all right.  Hova started to read books and scrolls Kailas offered from an extensive collection.  She accompanied Kailas out into the city, sitting with her and reading, or quietly talking when they did not take what they were reading.  It was pleasant, and they did not want that to end.  However, like everything, it had to end.

By the end of those three weeks, Kailas was so used to the sounds Hova made, she knew she could soothe Hova with her eyes closed the entire time.  The faintest creak of a floorboard was not one of those sounds.  It was too quiet, and she never heard another like it.  Hova was silent and still.  Kailas opened her eyes, flipping onto her back and thrusting out her hands, two fingers out on both.  Just as her hands touched skin and cloth, fingertips pressed against her breast, over her heart.

“Oh, calm down.”  Kailas could see moonlight in the gold eyes above her, and the shadow of a smirk on the pale cheek below them.  “You know who it is.”

“Not why you’re here, though, princess,” Kailas said.

Fire Lord Azula laughed, despite the fingertips aimed at her throat.  “You sent a message saying your city was coming along as you planned.  We came to see if you were telling the truth.”

Kailas stared at the girl crouched with her fingers held at her chest.  “We, royal, or we, we, princess?”

“Ty Lee is ready to block your bending if you don’t put down your hands,” Azula said, “and I can see that Mai already has a knife in hand for the same reason.  You know it’s us.  Put your hands down, captain.”

“Once you tell me why you’re aiming at her.”

Azula looked at the arm Kailas had put two of her fingers against, and at the still girl beneath her hand.  “Oh, her.  You can hardly blame me.  What if she was a spy trying to assassinate you?  I’d be doing you a favor.”

“She wouldn’t be there if she was anything other than my guest,” Kailas said, voice quiet.

Azula’s smirk grew broader.  “I see.  Your guest, then.”  She withdrew her hands, standing straight and stepping away.  “You shouldn’t insult my intelligence like this, Kailas.”

Kailas sat up, looking over her shoulders to see the shaded shapes of a girl in muted pink in one corner and another in red and black in the other.  “I never did, princess.”

“Enough.”  Azula crossed her arms and frowned.  “I know for a fact that whatever woman that’s sleeping in the same room as you isn’t a guest.”

“No, she’s not,” Kailas said.  “She’s my assistant.”

“I didn’t know you had an assistant,” Ty Lee said.  Kailas looked over her shoulder in time to see the finger Ty Lee put to her chin.

“She doesn’t,” Mai said.  “That’s Azula’s point.”

“Oh!” Ty Lee said, giggling and putting her hands behind her back.  “I get it!”

“Who is she really, Kailas?” Azula asked.  “She’s pretty, I admit—in a…peasant sort of way.  Certainly too skinny to be a soldier or a bodyguard.  And besides—a good bodyguard wouldn’t be asleep when three people slip into your bedroom.”

“She’s my assistant and my guest,” Kailas said.  “I have no reason to lie about that.”  She met Azula’s eyes and did not look away.

Azula sighed, rolling her eyes.  “Very well.  We’ll set aside how you are with women for the moment.  You actually took an assistant from the peasants here?  You didn’t even look among the militia you’ve been praising all these weeks?”

“I asked if she wanted the job, and she accepted,” Kailas said.

Ty Lee performed a silent cartwheel across the length of the room, crouching down to look at Hova’s face.  “She looks like she’d be nice.”

“That’s not the point, Ty Lee,” Azula said.

“Why is it that you came here, princess?” Kailas asked.  “It must have been a long trip for all of you.”

“Mai’s family solidified their rule of New Ozai well before the war even ended,” Azula said, “and Ty Lee and I have the Eastern Capital under control.  I wanted to make sure nothing was happening here.”

“You wanted to make sure I wasn’t wasting your time,” Kailas said.  “You were the one who said I should have Taonan, after all.”

Azula smirked again.  “Quick, as always.  How is your takeover going?”

“There’ve been no major incidents,” Kailas said.  “There was only one minor altercation I encountered, and it was rectified shortly after it began.”

“I remember you mentioning it in one of your reports,” Azula said.  “That you had any incidents at all surprised me.”

“You came because of that?”

“Your report was so vague.  I wanted to know what, exactly, this incident was, and how it was you…‘rectified’ it.”

Kailas took an even breath, letting it out without sound.  “Three men were attacking a woman with intent to rape her.  When I ordered the men to stop and to leave, they refused and questioned my authority.  I killed one man, and the other two complied when I ordered them to turn themselves in to Lieutenant Tai-Yang.”

“That seems a little mean,” Ty Lee said.

“Effective, though,” Mai said.

Azula’s smirk grew broader.  “Very effective.  And there have been no other incidents?”


“Good.  Next time, make sure your reports are thorough.”  She looked at Ty Lee and Mai in turn.  “Let’s go.”  They strode away, feet silent on the floor.  Kailas watched them walk to the open sliding doors and step down into the space of moonlight that came just before the shadows of the forest.  Azula stopped just between the line of light and dark, and turned back.

“Don’t make me question why I made you my captain again,” she said.

Kailas said nothing, only bowing her head.  Azula vanished in the dark.  The cricket-moths chirped, and Kailas stood up.  She went to the doors, leaving the glass doors where they were and pulling the paper-covered doors shut before locking them.  With the moonlight blotted out, she brought up one hand and let fire gather in her palm.

“It’s all right,” she said quietly.  “You can stop pretending to be asleep.”  In the bright, flickering light, she could see Hova’s eyes open, and her shoulders begin to shake.  Kailas flicked her wrist, sending tendrils of fire to light the lamps hanging from the ceiling.  She walked to the pad Hova lay on, sitting at Hova’s feet and crossing her legs.

Hova sat up, breathing in tiny gasps and staring out at the closed doors.  “That—that was—the Fire Lord came here.”

“She likes to drop in unannounced,” Kailas said.  “You’re all right.”  She looked at Hova’s face, raising an eyebrow.  “You were never asleep.”

Hova shook her head.  “She—she sounded really young.”

“Probably younger than you are,” Kailas said.  “She’s only going to be fifteen on the last day of summer.”

Hova looked at Kailas, mouth hanging open.  “But—you said you conquered Ba Sing Se with her.  How old was she?  And you—how old were you when—just, how old are you?”

Kailas assumed her usual position, chin in hand and elbow on knee.  “We conquered it at the start of this spring.  She was fourteen, and I was eighteen.  She’ll be fifteen and I’ll be nineteen on the same day.”

“You’re only two years older than me?”

“I suppose I am.”

“But—who were the two other girls?  She said…Ty Lee and Mai?  They don’t sound any older than her.  Did they help take Ba Sing Se, too?”

“Ty Lee is the same age as Azula, but Mai is fifteen.  Sixteen, soon.  And yes, they did.  They’re Azula’s right hands.”

Hova went quiet, putting her hands on her chest.  She closed her eyes and let her head drop.  “That was the worst feeling I’ve ever had.  I wasn’t that scared even when…you came to help me.”  Fai, sprawled on his back, snorted and kicked his legs in his sleep.  Hova started at the sound, eyes opening quickly.

Kailas watched her, her lips tilting in a frown.  “You’re still upset by what happened.”

“What?  No—I’m okay.  It’s fine.”

“You haven’t been sleeping properly,” Kailas said.  “Not since we met.”  Hova opened her mouth, but Kailas shook her head.  “I know you’re having nightmares.  I can hear you crying—and Fai hasn’t been sleeping on you because you don’t stay still.  Is it bothering you that much?”

“I’ve been crying in my sleep?”  Hova’s voice was quiet, and cracked as she spoke.  “But I haven’t woken up.”

“You calm down after I rub your back for a while.  But you still have nightmares every night.  Tell me what I can do to help you stop them.”

“You’ve been rubbing my back when I’m asleep?”  She blinked, brows coming together.  “Why?”

“I don’t like it when you cry.”

“Kailas?  What did Azula mean when she said ‘how you are with women?’”

Kailas lifted an eyebrow.  “May I ask what that has to do with things?”

“I want to know what she meant.”

The gaze that Kailas found directed at her held mixture of worry and fear, and she let out a long sigh as she closed her eyes.  “What do you believe it means?”

“I…well, I don’t know.  What kind of ways can you be with women that’s so different?”

“Keep thinking.  You’re on the right path.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Ways one can be with women.  Think about what that could mean.”

Hova stared past her, blinking as she thought.  Her lips moved, though she did not speak.  It was many a minute before her eyes widened and she looked at Kailas.  A blush, red as the flames in the lamps above, covered her face.  “Oh.”


“Is that why you asked me to stay here?  Because—because you want the same thing from me as those men did?”

Kailas opened her eyes.  “If your body was all I wanted, I would have had you the first night you were here.  I wanted you as a friend first.”  She frowned, but her eyes were not on Hova.  “I don’t conquer women.”

Hova flinched.  “I didn’t mean that.”

“I know you didn’t,” Kailas said.  “I apologize for scaring you.”

“You didn’t scare—”

“Yes, I did.  I know that I frighten you—and that I confuse you now.  I know that you’re frightened of other things, but I don’t know what they are.”  She held out her hand, palm up, and smiled very slightly.  “What I know best, though, is that I want to help you because you’re my friend.  If that’s all you want to be, then that’s all it’ll be.”

Hova looked away, face still red.  “Why are you this nice?”

“Because it’s who I am,” Kailas said, smiling all the more.  “Will you let me help?”

Slowly, Hova took Kailas’s hand in both of hers.  She laced her fingers with Kailas’s, rubbing her thumbs in Kailas’s palm.  “Okay.”

“Then let’s start by making sure you don’t have any nightmares tonight.”  Kailas reached over to the space between their two mats with her free hand, pressing down on a board.  It popped free, and she put her hand into the emptiness below the floor.  She retrieved a box, the Fire Nation’s stylized flame carved on its lid, and set it down between them.

“What is it?” Hova asked.  “Do you have some kind of medicine?”

Kailas shook her head and opened the box.  A flute sat in the crimson-covered padding inside.  “Unless you call music medicine.”

“You can play?” Hova asked.

“Well enough.  Here.”  Kailas took back her hand, putting her fingers in place.  “Try to go to sleep.”  She brought the flute to her lips, and started to play.

The sound was low, soft—able to reach deep to touch the weariest parts in Hova’s mind.  As if gentle hands had come to the places left torn open from three weeks past, she felt the tension that had stiffened her shoulders begin to unwind.  When she managed to keep her eyes open and piece together the melody, she could tell it was a lullaby.  It was nothing she had ever heard before, and she made a vague guess that it was something from the Fire Nation.  She looked at Kailas’s face, trying to find something that she couldn’t name.

Kailas’s face was completely smooth, her eyes closed.  Her fingers moved along the flute without pause or fault.  It barely seemed as if she breathed, the notes came so fluidly one after the other.  Hova felt her head tip down, her eyes slipping shut.  She put her hand on Kailas’s knee to steady herself, but she did not take her hand away when she had curled up on her side.  Her breathing fell into rhythm with the song, and she followed the melody as long as she could.  It was too easy to fall asleep, and she did without another thought.  Kailas continued playing, half aware that Hova had already drifted off.  The music, the breathing, and the calm stillness she could hear beyond let her chest empty itself of some of the weight and pressure it had carried for months.  For that, and for the small hand on her knee, she kept playing.

Look at that. Ten days after I announce the idea in my journal and I've got something to post. That must be a record for this year, really. :P

As you might guess, this is the alternate universe story I proposed those ten days ago. The title Chigai, as I said in the journal, means "difference" or "wrong." You can interpret that as you like as the story progresses. The chapter title, "Tokoro to Hito" means "Places and People." Given that this is the introductory chapter, my adoration for brick-made-of-obvious titles was able to run just rampant. :lol:

For folks who may not have read the journal, the basic premise of this story was to see what I would think of if I made two specific changes in the history of the universe I had already established. Those two changes were that Aang was not woken up in the year before the comet's arrival, and Kailas's father was killed when she was very young. While Aang's non-presence makes for a pretty epic change, Kailas's change makes for a sizable alteration when we get to the gritty.

Writing this was interesting in a lot of ways. I've been out of writing that's not fueled by my insomnia or an inordinate amount of anger, so just getting along was a bit of a slow start. I wasn't sure of words, my hands were hitting all the wrong keys, and I had to reference back to everything from my old stories with these characters to finally starting the Avatar marathon I'd had planned for months. (I was just a bit worried about watching it again, because I was concerned that the quality I perceived may have degraded with time. Luckily, it hadn't. Much hilarity and very good writing.) While it was a tough one start to finish, I could never say it wasn't fun. I like tough writing.

Something else that was interesting was how the differences really made me think of how the characters would be altered in mannerisms and speech. While some things are set as character traits (the way Kailas has always spoken more formally than Hova), the degree to which the traits manifested changed so much that I made sure to read through things to make sure it all added up and didn't fall back into what was established for the other universe. Ergo, you will not be seeing Kailas smiling as much here as elsewhere. :)

The story also turned out remarkably dark and...well, not at all a kid's show in tone or writing. It happened before I realized it was happening, and then it just seemed correct. I ran with it. And I have such marvelous ideas for such levels of black. They always intrigue me.

Please feel free to ask about anything you like, whether that be just about the story or about something that may have come off confusing. I love answer questions. And please do comment. I'm curious to see how this is received. :D

P.S. Just to satisfy my uniquely sadistic side...I also want to see how all the folks who basically demanded more stories featuring Kailas take this version of her. :)

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EternalPain Featured By Owner Jan 24, 2011
o-o I was instantly drawn into this. Though at first it took a little to get used to the writing, I am thoroughly interested in a world where Aang is still asleep. Though I have never read your previous work that has Kailas in it, I am already her fan.
Slayer-1412 Featured By Owner Jun 6, 2009  Hobbyist General Artist
a bit long for an introduction to a story, but that's how it goes I suppose

a very interesting start, I think I'll have to read the entire story you have so far :D
ShinjiShazaki Featured By Owner Jun 6, 2009
Well, I suppose it might be long to some readers. Looking back on it now, I feel it could be fleshed out a little more...considering that chapter two is around 50 pages long, and 6 was 63. :P

Thank you very kindly. I'm quite glad you're going to give it a read. :)
Slayer-1412 Featured By Owner Jun 6, 2009  Hobbyist General Artist
some people think I read too fast, but I guess so many pages do take some time :hmm: I've just finished with Chapter 2 part 1, a load of information being processed by my logic as we now speak :XD:

If something interests me, I'm bound to pursue it to the end...but I'm not to fond of eh...girlxgirl pairings ^^; but I'm willing to deal with that discomfort to finish this
ShinjiShazaki Featured By Owner Jun 6, 2009
;P There's plenty of info to be processed, I do admit. I'm tempted to take up on an offer someone made to help create a Wiki for this story after I finish writing it. Something over 300 pages long might need it.

And I am very grateful that you said you're not quite fond of lesbian pairings so politely. I respect that very much, and I will quite understand if some things are too off-putting. (There are a few adult sections further on in the story, to state it beforehand--the end of the third section of chapter two, and the interludes "Akashiteru" and "Ayamatteru.") But I'm equally grateful that you're giving this story a chance. Thank you very much. Please enjoy it. :)
Slayer-1412 Featured By Owner Jun 6, 2009  Hobbyist General Artist
you might need to make a few sections I believe, there's too much that can be questioned and asked about here :wow:

It's something that doesn't happen too often I'm afraid :cry: just because there's one thing that's wrong doesn't mean the entire thing is. Just ignore it and enjoy the story :) (wished I had this kinda thinking before I gave up on HP series when I found that Dumbledore was gay)
ShinjiShazaki Featured By Owner Jun 6, 2009
Well, yes. Are there questions you'd like me to answer at the moment?

Though I respect your discomfort and appreciate your tact in stating it, I'll have to make my statement. Despite the title's meaning, nothing in this story is "wrong," least of all the relationships between characters. While I do hope you enjoy the story, please don't deign to call it wrong.
Slayer-1412 Featured By Owner Jun 6, 2009  Hobbyist General Artist
You might want to expand a bit more about the fire bending techniques and the one that Kailas uses, I think

True, true. But "wrong" is subjective and liable to change...or something like that, I've been getting too many arguments that base on how I word things ^^;

Now that everything is mostly in's time for me to make some inferences about what will happen next. I don't doubt for a minute that Kailas would not turn into a destructive weapon for Azula...there will probably be some sort of twist in this story of yours.
ShinjiShazaki Featured By Owner Jun 6, 2009
You have later chapters to look forward to if you're curious about firebending techniques. I had fun with that, for sure.

Oh, no--I'm not going to argue with you on it. That's not my thing. I only made my statement partly because "wrong" is a subjective label and because it suggests a negative connotation to something I really care about that I didn't like the usage. "Different" is always a good way to state it. :)

You mean that you think Kailas won't be a weapon for Azula, yes? That's a fair assessment. And don't worry about twists--I got those covered but good. ;)
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Xgamerkf Featured By Owner Dec 1, 2008
*is uber jealous*

God, this is so damn good.
ShinjiShazaki Featured By Owner Dec 2, 2008
;P I neither confirm or deny my pleasure at making other folks jealous.

Thank you kindly for the compliment. :) Was there anything in particular that caught your fancy while reading?
Xgamerkf Featured By Owner Dec 2, 2008
Aside from the overall quality of the writing, as usual, you mean? :P

I like your characterization of Kailas and Hova in this a lot. It's a little different than I remember from your other story with them, but it still feels like them. The scene where Azula showed up out of the blue, along with the stuff following, was really interesting, too. It'll be interesting to see how else Team Azula will play a role in this, as well as, lets face it, if and how any of Team Avatar play a role.
Tomboy02 Featured By Owner Nov 30, 2008
i love it.
kailas is truly my favorite oc, very nice.
i cant wait to see the rest.
ShinjiShazaki Featured By Owner Nov 30, 2008
Thank you kindly. I can't wait to write the rest. :)
Tomboy02 Featured By Owner Dec 1, 2008
Oh pls, i can hardly wait! I luv kailas, shes my fav oc by far.
XxHotAlphabetSoupxX Featured By Owner Nov 30, 2008
Oh goodness Shinji. That was amazing. It's as great as ever. I hope you keep it up.
ShinjiShazaki Featured By Owner Nov 30, 2008
Thank you kindly! Glad to see I've not lost my touch as much as I thought. It will be kept up, I do believe. :)

Was there anything in particular you liked about the story, if I may ask?
XxHotAlphabetSoupxX Featured By Owner Dec 9, 2008
Really, I just love your writing. ? Your grammar and punctuation and things are perfect. Of course, that's not the most important thing about writing, and certainly not what I love the most about yours, but it makes for a more enjoyable read. I never find myself confused or having to go back and try to decipher anything.

Another thing is your imagery. Everything is very descriptive and I can picture the surroundings very clearly and can feel the emotions that a character is feeling at any time. Like when Kailas had a visit from Azula, I was nervous for her and Hova both.

You also always have deep stories that aren't ridiculously dramatic, but at the same time, they can be geared toward an older audience. They're like movies playing in my head, your stories, and they're honestly better than some books (TWILIGHT to name one) that I've read by published authors.
Doukeshi03 Featured By Owner Nov 30, 2008
Thank the gods you've written more avatar stuff! I am elated to see Kailas and Hova in a new fic and I love what you've done with Kailas' character. I love dark fics so I hope you continue down that path (though perhaps not too dark, the Kailas/Hova humour was always a great part of your stories). Kailas does seem to have a more dominant role here, she was always so passive in the other works. I hope Hova gets some of her happy-go-lucky confidence back, its sad to see her so scared all the time :(.

P.S I love Fai, he's so adorable!
ShinjiShazaki Featured By Owner Nov 30, 2008
Dark things are lovely and wonderful to write. If you knew the things I have typed in my notes...well, you'll be pleased, to say the least. :D

No worries though. Kailas and Hova still have their repartee. I couldn't part with it for the life of me, really. But--hmm. I hadn't actually put any sort of name to Kailas's role in their relationship as it stands. I suppose she is more dominant. :devilish: Oh, the thoughts that come to mind. Have no worries on Hova. She's learning to get over trauma. It may not be wholly happy-go-lucky, but she'll be back stronger soon enough. :)

Cats rule, but I. Want. A. Raccoon-dog. :D
epyonavenger Featured By Owner Nov 30, 2008
I think it's a great start to an AU. I'd definitely enjoy reading more here (though, I'd also enjoy reading more of the normal universe too XD). Great job all around. ^_^
ShinjiShazaki Featured By Owner Nov 30, 2008
Mmm, AU. Lovely things, aren't they?

Glad to hear you'll enjoy reading more. I'm enjoying writing it.

Thank you for the compliments. :) If I may ask, is there anything in particular you liked about the story?
epyonavenger Featured By Owner Dec 1, 2008
Well, it just seemed like a nice contrast to Universe? Standard Universe? TnB? Whatever you want to call it. XD

Specifically, Kailas gives off the same vibe as she does in TnB, but her mannerisms are pretty different, I wouldn't say cold just much more...rigid? No...reserved. Yes, that's more like it. Kailas is more reserved but she also radiates much more confidence and power, at least, that's what it seems like to me.

Hova doesn't seem quite as different from her TnB self as Kailas, however I'd say their roles are reversed, at least a little bit. In TnB I always felt like Hova was the one who had it together and that Kailas was the one being nurtured and helped by her. In Chigai it feels like Kailas is the one who has it mostly together and that Hova is the one who needs the help. That may not be exactly what you were going for, but that's the impression I get from them when I compare them.

Also, Fai is a lot the same, but Fai is Fai.

That all said, I didn't really get a "dark" feel from the story. It just seems more gritty then TnB is. Which I suppose doesn't surprise me, Avatar would have been a very gritty series if you took away Sokka's jokes, Toph's cynicism, and Aang's light-heartedness. I don't think that's a bad thing though, if Azula won (and presumably overthrew her father at some point) it would have been a much grittier place.

Anywho! I just like seeing familiar people in a different light. It's nice. I probably should have stopped yammering on earlier, sorry for the chatter. ^_^;;
ShinjiShazaki Featured By Owner Dec 2, 2008
Contrast is a good word for it. Still, it's fun to be writing or rereading and notice where I semi-consciously put in parallels to things we've seen in the standard story--things that I feel keep the characters together. :)

Ooh, I like reserved. I'm glad you said it, because I probably would have stopped at rigid in my thought-train. While I tried to keep her mannerisms at least close to what already existed, I wanted to see if I could alter them just enough to make her seem like she hasn't spent her life on the run. My favorite place to do that is in her speech and in her eyes. While she always has spoken formally, it's on a different level here. More along the lines of how I imagine nobles really would speak. And I'm giddy that she radiates confidence--that's what her eyes are for, now that she doesn't have her shaggy hair and sleep-marks. :D

That is a fascinating insight on how Hova and Kailas balance each other from the opposing stories. I don't know if it's what I was going for, switching the roles of support and nurture like that, but it really does fit when you think about it. Thank you for saying it!

And Fai is a wonderful little ball of fluff, without a doubt. :lol:

Hmm. Well, I suppose gritty is all right for the moment... I just hate that word because it's so inadequate as a descriptor for anything. If anything, I would have said that the story was my attempt at injecting more realism (because it was already fantastically real) into the Avatar universe. The writers are awesome--I'm just not fettered by network standards. My reasoning for saying dark was because of a few of the circumstances in this chapter (ie, Kailas breaking a man's head), but the second chapter involves something rather specific that I think may be difficult for me to write because of the content. ...And after me writing things like Homunculus, I have to say that saying that surprises me a bit. :P

Ah, don't apologize for "chatter"--I love it! Thanks kindly for giving me your take on things!
l31gh Featured By Owner Nov 30, 2008
I like it.

I've always liked Kailas' character, but especially in this, because of her 'dark' past.

However, I must say that I especially love the interaction Azula between Kailas, and can't help but think that there's gonna be a dramatic showdown between the two.

Now that would be sweet. XD
ShinjiShazaki Featured By Owner Nov 30, 2008
:D Thanks kindly!

I should just make people write what it is that intrigues them so about Kailas. I adore her, but that's because I adore all the characters I make. :)

I've wanted to have that interaction between Azula and Kailas for a long, long time. I just never did it because I worried about how people would react. Then I remembered that I'm the writer and I get to say what goes. ;)

As for a showdown... That would be sweet, wouldn't it? :)
Rikusha Featured By Owner Nov 30, 2008
I always love whatever writing you post, I can't think of anything I didn't.
That's why I think it's too early for me to pass judgement on this one.

I've been programmed to see these characters (my two favourites) in a certain light, and when the light is changed It gets complicated.
I can't say I'm keen on it as of yet, but I think I may enjoy it in the future.
I just have to get used to the changes and enjoy the story, rather then reverting back to how I previously understood the characters.

The writing is perfectly exectuted, as always, I just don't relate to the characters yet.
But, as you mentioned, it's only the introduction. And I'm really happy you're writing again.
ShinjiShazaki Featured By Owner Nov 30, 2008
Thank you kindly for the compliments. They're always nice. :)

I suppose it may be too early for people other than myself to pass major judgment on how the characters have redeveloped in this history. Still though, I'm surprised that the lighting on the characters seems to matter so much to you. Not insulting or questioning, no, but I am surprised. If I were to keep them intentionally and eternally in one specific form of spotlight, they'd be one-dimensionally no matter how I developed them.

To continue the metaphor--all I've really done in the long run of the character developments is change the angle of the light. These are different situations they have to deal with, compared to the rather soft life they have elsewhere. This is how they have to cope--while remaining the characters at their core, no matter what really happens to them. That was my intent, at the start: to look at how differences would change or not change a person, and how they develop to adapt to the life they have to live in.

Don't take it as anything negative. Just making my author's argument, after all. I'd say to remember that they're not new characters, or even very changed from what you remember. Not at the basic level. I'm taking a look at facets we all haven't seen before. So--don't stick them up on a pedestal and leave them there as statues. They're humans, if only in letters. :)
Rikusha Featured By Owner Nov 30, 2008
I understand what you mean.
I can see how putting characters in a new situation develops their personalities... If that's what you're getting at.

I guess you have a plan in your head for how the character are/were/will be.
The rest of us just have to wait for the explanations.

I myself always have a hard time waiting!
LongshotLink Featured By Owner Nov 30, 2008  Hobbyist Writer
I'm continually blown away by your writing, even this darker version of what we first became acquainted with. I do have to ask though, (mainly because I can't remember) didn't you write a story where Azula gave those scars to the people born on her birthday? I seem to think there was something like it. I love the situations you've managed to create with seemingly such small changes (though Aang not showing up is definitely a major change). I can't wait to read more of this most excellent story. But I wonder, what has become of Zuko?
ShinjiShazaki Featured By Owner Nov 30, 2008
I adore darker versions. They make for such fun. :)

I did indeed write that story. It's Shitteiru, if you'd like to read it again.

The idea of small things in a person's history being the major foundations of that person's personality and mannerisms, as well as the seeds for other major events is something I've thought about a long while. I do admit Aang is a more major change, though the circumstances of him not being released at that day and time are pretty minor in the broad picture. It's funny that way. :D

*bows* I'm quite glad you're looking forward to it. So am I. As for Zuko...he's alive, and he's around. He's just not here quite yet. ;)
LongshotLink Featured By Owner Dec 3, 2008  Hobbyist Writer
But he WILL be around? That's relieving.
nikipinz Featured By Owner Nov 29, 2008  Hobbyist Writer
*Has now read it* I have no words. It's...aww, it's...ooooh, I love it! ^-^
ShinjiShazaki Featured By Owner Nov 29, 2008
:lol: I popped onto DA without expecting any comments for it, and my jaw dropped when I saw two. And then I read them, and I laughed.

"aww" and "ooooh"? Come now--they're lovely compliments (and I laughed again), but I'm sure you have more to say. Anything in particular? ;)
nikipinz Featured By Owner Nov 29, 2008  Hobbyist Writer
:giggle: Oh, all right. Love the Mai/Ty Lee/Azula bit. LOVE IT LOVE IT LOVE IT! (<- is a freaking shameless Azula fan.) The Fire Nation girls seemed perfectly in-char. And the Kailas/Hova fluff. CUTENESS! And for some reason, I really loved the bit where Kailas laid out where she got all her scars...don't ask me why. :P
ShinjiShazaki Featured By Owner Nov 29, 2008
Thankies. :)

When I was writing the trio scene, I was so surprised at how honey-acidic Azula's voice came up in my head...and even more surprised when I finally got to episodes with Azula in my marathon, and realized that I'd gotten it. Ty Lee and Mai were a bit of a stab in the dark (and will be until I get reeducated via DVD lovelies), but I thought they were all right. Ty Lee made me laugh. And Mai was a little easy because I remembered she's so damned quiet! :lol:

Kailas/Hova fluff makes my heart feel good. :giggle: And Kailas's scar scene(s) were fun simply because I'm a sadist. And because I remembered that soldiers like the folks in the Avatar universe will never get out of war without a great deal of scars. That's just common sense--and luck for me. :)
nikipinz Featured By Owner Nov 29, 2008  Hobbyist Writer
Heh. Yes, Mai is quiet...her character actually really intrigues me. My friend Zutoph pointed out that maybe that's because I'm a lot like Mai in real life :XD: I'm Mai to her Ty Lee in our friendship, evidently. :lmao:

I am also a sadistic writer, I fear. Broken Dragon, the one I'm currently working on, features Azula with crippling arthritis due to long shackling and imprisonment :evillaugh:
Tomboy02 Featured By Owner Nov 30, 2008
i agree, thats a fun friendship. my friend and i are more along the lines of toph and katara. me being toph. others have told me it is quite amusing to watch.
ShinjiShazaki Featured By Owner Nov 29, 2008
Good lord, that must be a hilarious friendship to observe, then. :D

I like Mai's quietness. People put her off with silly labels far too quickly. Besides, she can throw knives like no one else. That's reason enough to at least take notice of her.

Sadism works. :) (But urgh...arthritis...that is an evil feature. :()
nikipinz Featured By Owner Nov 29, 2008  Hobbyist Writer
I do not understand the Mai-hate. I mean, the chick's a frigging ninja. What's not to like? :XD:

And we are rather a hilarious friendship, I must admit. People always look at us funny in buses...and restaurants...well, anytime we're in public together, really. O.o
nikipinz Featured By Owner Nov 29, 2008  Hobbyist Writer
GAH! More Taonan/Kailas thingies! *shameless fangirl squee* Hooorayyyyy! And it's DARK! *more shameless squee-ing* Ach, Shinji, you have made my WEEK! :excited:
ShinjiShazaki Featured By Owner Nov 29, 2008
Indeed, more of Kailas. ...Goodness, she has fangirls now? That's some sort of victory, I just don't know what kind. ;)

As for the dark--if folks don't know I have a proclivity for it, then they haven't read enough of my work. :)

Good to see I've made your week! It made mine, too!
nikipinz Featured By Owner Nov 29, 2008  Hobbyist Writer
Yep. I am, indeed, a shameless Kailas fangirl. I might actually do a fanart or two of her...unless, of course, you'd mind that...
ShinjiShazaki Featured By Owner Nov 29, 2008
:lmao: Ha! Shameless, even! Fun!

Fanart? Really? I don't mind at all. I must say that I would rather look forward to it. (I seem to be acquiring a veritable collection of Kailas-oriented fan art!) :D
nikipinz Featured By Owner Nov 29, 2008  Hobbyist Writer
Hey, she's a freakin' great character. Who wouldn't want to do fanart of that? :aww:

I'll send you a link once I'm done if you're interested.
ShinjiShazaki Featured By Owner Nov 29, 2008
I can't very well argue with people if they want to do it. I love seeing how she shows up in heads other than mine.

*puppy-dog-eyes* Would you please? I'm quite interested.
nikipinz Featured By Owner Nov 29, 2008  Hobbyist Writer
Will do. ^-^
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