<div class="floatleft">(http://fc08.deviantart.net/fs70/i/2012/259/8/b/grow_up_zuko_by_kelly1412-d5ew60m.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(http://fc04.deviantart.net/fs71/i/2012/066/f/c/zuko___atla_by_attyca-d4s15xx.jpg)</div>Name: Zuko<br/>Where: On my Frigate<br/>With: My self at least for now.<br/>==================================================================================================<br/><br/>Fire Lord Zuko walked down the hall of the Frigate he had addressed several members of the resentence moments before the frigate took off. Zuko was supporting his long flowing ceremonial robes. His long hair pulled back with a small bump in the back to support the crown he was wearing for show. His swords crossed in the back they were sharpened and prepared to be used in battle even though he knew there was no chance of them being attacked. His sister was likely busy wrapped up crying and putting on a show of her own on the eve of the anniversary of there father's death. He could only shake his head his thoughts going to a dark place, his sister had lost it; her antics may have most of the world consumed and cascading under her rule but he knew the truth. His sister was crazy and a tyrant. He knew the job fell to his shoulders who else would rise up against the 'phoenix queen' The anger in him rising like a pot of boiling water, the thoughts of his sister only aiding to the flames.<strong>"Who does she think she is... I am the rightful heir and she knows it!"</strong>he blurted out halfway down the hall. Looking behind himself he had saw no one. His outburst lost to the metal walls that surrounded him. Zuko pursed his lips as he went on his way; he needed to make it to his quarters so he could have some private time to himself.<br/><br/>A crusade to find the avatar, Public enemy against his own sister, outcast, leader of the rebellion. The titles stacked onto him self higher and higher. The weight pushing against him sending him closer to the brink of a break down. Who did he think he was kidding, he could not even convince himself that he was right for the job anymore yet he went out there day after day giving speeches and empowering people against his sister. They believed it and that was all that mattered but how long could he really fool them. How long could he keep up the façade that he was as strong and well put together like he portrayed himself to be.<br/><br/>Reaching forward he pushed the door open to the officers quarters, walking with purpose past his uncle and Sokka playing a game. Zuko could have guessed what it was but at that moment could have cared less. By the fact that his uncle did not stop him or say anything he assumed they were two wrapped up in the game that he walked by unnoticed. The officer corridor opened up into another hallway that split in several directions. Straight through would lead you to another part of the ship while heading to the left you would head to Zuko's room. To the right was a unknown to most except Zuko, his uncle, Sokka, and Suki. It was Zuko's obsession... The avatar. The Fire Lord knew he was alive, or at least really hoped so... but in Zuko's mind that was enough to set off to try and find him. The room stayed sealed and was only opened to give inspiration and to allow Zuko to think. It mostly lead to nothing over than time to himself and time to reflect on his life as he tried to keep from melting completely down. However on the eve of the anniversary Zuko was more inflamed than he had been in the last few days.<br/><br/>The door to his chambers slammed shut behind him, the walls running thick to keep the sound in so no one would bare witness to conversations or more likely tantrums. Zuko's right hand trailed over the scar on his face, images of his father and conversations filled his mind replacing his sister. He respected and loved his father, more than many realized his sister the source of all of his problem's. On this day his frustration grew to be to much his hands igniting in flame even as his fingers lingered over the scar. Zuko moved over to the table in the center of the room, with a cry of anger and pain he would slam his fist down onto the table splitting it into three different section's all of which were now on fire. He would follow up by picking up part of the top of the table and tossing it towards the other side of the room, as it flew through the air he would send a barrage of fireballs at it to splinter the wood into shards.<br/><br/>None of this took all that long but it took up a good ten minutes of time and got the blood flowing, a light sweat beading on his brow. With his adrenaline pumping and no further large solid objects to destroy he moved onto smaller less valuable things in the room. He was not to worried about setting anything ablaze he was on a metal ship and worst come to worse he could extinguish them easy enough but for the moment his frustration and anger was being taken out in a small tantrum. The world saw the mold. What the Fire Lord showed them... when he was out of the publics eye and behind a closed door that's when it fell apart. He let his hair down and the true jello nature shined through. Only Suki, or his uncle could help to scoop the pieces up and mold them back and right now neither were that to calm him down.