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Of Maps and Cyclonians pt. 2Aerrow stared down at the little map intently, as if it could answer all of his questions. Like why the Dark Ace pressed it under his belt a few minuites ago (and why there was a 'the' in the Dark Ace, Seriously, why?)
He would be feeling a completely different type of uneasyness if the Dark Ace had simply dropped the map and Aerrow had picked it up later. But no, the Dark Ace had to be COMPLETELY CREEPY and put it in Aerrow's pants.
Radarr chattered worriedly when Aerrow turned bright red and nearly crashed into a door
Silently thanking Finn and Junko's complete oblivion to anything other than eachother Aerrow mentally slaped himself a fe
FireworksZuko settled in to watch the fireworks. His sister and her friends were a safe distance away and Aangs friends were close enough that they wouldnt accuse him of molestation. And Jet and Haru were
Zuko didnt really want to know. Aang clung just a bit tighter when the fireworks started, and that was nice. The colors spiraled into the dark before exploding into fragments against the sky. The heavy booms thudded next to his heart and crashed against the buildings and rumbled through the sky like thunder. Screamers tore through the smoke, wailing like the tortured souls of hell. They scattered across the dark
Why Azula Hates ZukoWhy Azula Hates Zuko
Father, theres a voice in my head.
Little Zuko blinked his wide golden eyes up at Fire Lord Ozai. Now, anywhere else that would have been a strange statement, quickly followed by a call to the funny farm by whoever it was said to, but the people of the fire nation were not, under any circumstances, mentally stable. It wasnt too strange to have a voice, traditionally called a Boisu, telling you what to do. Everyone who ever had a Boisu went on to do amazing things, most Fire Lords had one. Fire Lord Ozai hoped that this meant his son would become worthy of the Fire Nations throne.
Of Maps And CycloniansDark Ace glared down at the small object lying innocently on his bed. It might be worth slipping it to the Sky Knight, maybe. If those green eyes directed something other than hate at him it might just be worth it.
He groaned and banged his head against the wall a few times for good measure. Sure, one highly confused, vaguely kind glance from a scrawny red head would completely make the torture Master Cyclonis would put me through ok. He resisted the urge to hit his head a few more times when his mind helpfully supplied an image of said scrawny red head, and pointed out that he also had a very, very nice ass.
The little part of
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