ZukoXReader Do You Blame The Prince?

ZukoXReader
Do You Blame The Prince?

You took a deep breath and began to bend. Not bend your body, but bend your elements. Or elements, in this case. The salty air washed over you as the sea began to form into a watery dragon. It winked its fiery eye at the growing crowd and began to slither up onto land. A few excited squeals erupted from a couple of young kids behind you.
The dragon lifted its flowing head and you closed your eyes. You had to concentrate. The next steps were critical if you wanted to do this right. Taking another deep breath, you leapt into your second element while holding the water in place. Gasps were heard from all around, and you dared a peek. Standing up on its hind legs, the dragon sent flames spiraling from its mouth up into the sky.
When you turned to face your audience, you were greeted with a standing ovation from all the children and polite clapping from their parents. It was to be expected though. Most adults didn’t take too well to fire benders, let alone one so close to their children.
“She’s a fire bender!!” screeched one of the new comers. The woman snatched her child out of the crowd and held him tightly to her chest. He quickly squirmed out of her grip and ran to your side.
“She’s not a fire bender!” the little boy cried, latching himself to your leg. “Fire benders are big meanies! [Name] is nice to us! There’s no way she’s a fire bender!”
You chuckled and knelt down next to the boy. “Now Tommy, you know that’s wrong. Not all fire benders are meanies. I’m an example of that.”
“But you bend water!” Tommy exclaimed, his brown eyes going big. He reminded you of a lost puppy…Or a big eyed bunny.
“That I do,” you laughed. “But that’s only because my mom was a water bender.”
“But then how can you bend fire?” another boy asked.
“It’s because your father was a fire bender, right, Ms.?” an older man asked from the back of the crowd. Beside him was a young boy, not young like Tommy, but around your age. His shaggy brown hair covered part of his face, but not enough to hide the scar. You recognized it instantly as the scar the chief of the fire nation gave to his son. You shrugged it off; if he started anything then you would deal with hm.
“Exactly!”
“Tell us the story again, [Name]!” a red haired girl in front called out.
“Please [Name]!” the kids called out.
“Okay, okay!” you laughed giving into the countless pleading faces. “This is the story how a fire nation solider and a water nation outlaw fell in love.”
“A long time ago, the king of the fire nation sent a small army of fire nation soldiers to look for the avatar, a legendary person who can bend every element. They searched and searched and screeched, until one day they came to the village where my matter, Brook, was hiding.
“Why was she hiding?” asked Tommy.
“Idiot!” exclaimed the red head. “Don’t interrupt the story!”
“Hannah, don’t call people idiots. And that was a very good question Tommy. You see around this time the king was blessed with a son and she have kidnapped him to save my aunt from death. Sadly, it didn’t work out that way. The king put my aunt to death, and my mother was left with the job of killing the crown prince. But she couldn’t do it. She couldn’t put an infant down like a dog, especially when he had done nothing wrong. So she ran.
“She knew it was wrong but she had no choice. If she tried to give to give the boy back, she would die. If she left him somewhere for them to find, he might die. And so she took on the role of a criminal, and hid in a simple earth village. There she and the babe lived for a couple months before my father and his army stopped to search for the avatar.
“While they were there, my father because separated from the group, and came across my mother and the prince. They fell in love at first sight, but my mother tried to suppress her feelings for him. She didn’t want to find out her little secret crawling around her home. But after a night with him, she told him everything, then fell asleep in his arms.
“When she awoke the next morning, the solider and the child were gone, and in their place a single note was left.

To my dearest Brook,
I have taken the young prince and am going to return him to the queen. But I will leave you out of it. Please don’t worry. I’ll be back before the next full moon.
Love Miko

“My father was only half true to his word. He returned the prince, but never returned to my mother, nor, to the daughter born about eight months later. As you all know the prince grew up and became strong and handsome and in later years he will rule the fire nation, like his father before him and so on.”
You bowed as you finished your story and prepared yourself to be bombarded with questions.
“Why didn’t your father come back?”
“What happened to your mother?”
“How do you know if the prince is handsome or not?”
“Okay guys, slow down!” you giggled. “My mother and father have both passed on. As for the prince, I’ve seen him before and I found him quite good looking.”
“Do you blame him?” You gazed up at the young man in the back and raised a curious eyebrow. “The prince, I mean,” he blushed. “Do you blame him for the death of your father?”
You took a deep breath before answering. “No, why would I?”
The boy looked taken a back. “Without him around, your father would still be alive!”
“Yes, but I wouldn’t be here right now. I owe the prince my life. Technically he was the one to set up my parents,” you countered smiling.
“Then, who do you blame, Mis [Name]?” the older man asked.
“Who says I have to blame anyone? If I blamed people for things they had absolutely no control over, I would be as bad as the Fire Lord!” you laughed. “Now I think I’ve bored you all enough with my story. It’s about time I let you have the rest of your Saturday!”
“Aww… But [Name]…” whined the children.
You reached into you bag and grabbed out a white wig with it’s hair in a bum. Swiveling around away from the children, you slipped in ton, over your [colour] hair. Turning back towards everyone you said in you best old person voice, “Back in my day, children were glad to have a day off. Now go have fun or I’ll…I’ll…” You paused for a moment I’ll think of something. Maybe something to do with prunes and pop quizzes…”
The kids screamed playfully before running back towards the village their parents following close behind.
“Heh, heh,” you chuckled. “Cute kids.”
“Excuse me?”
“Hm?” You turned around to see the boy from earlier. You tore the wig off your head and stuffed it into your [colour] bag. “What’s up?”
“Did you mean the stuff you said about Prince Zuko?” he asked, not meeting your eye, a pink colour coating his face.
“Well of course!” you said raising an eyebrow. “I thought I already covered that I don’t blame you, Zuko.”
“No, I meant the other…” his eyes went wide. “You know that I’m-“
“Oh, you mean the handsome bit? Why would I lie about that?! I mean yeah, he was good looking before, but now that he’s grown his hair out a bit, he looks ten times better!” you smiled, ruffling his hair.
His blush deepened and he looked at his feet. “[Name] was it? …would you…I mean if you’re free… Would you like to grab a bite to eat or something?”
Your smile widened as you placed a kiss on his cheek. “I’d love to, Zuko.”