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The Cell	By : InkHeart17 Category: Avatar - The Last Airbender > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 11947 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter One: The Right to Remain Silent

A faint green glow came from the space between the floor and the base of the door, barely bright enough to distinguish anything but shapes. No colors, no expressions could be observed on anyone. Not that much was happening at the moment to see. The three teenagers sat in determined silence; each one thinking this situation was not his (or her) own fault.

Closest to the door, Jet remembered everything now. He had been hypnotized into thinking he had found work in Ba Sing Se and had overheard some men mention “a giant furry creature.” Glimpsing a “Missing” leaflet of Appa later, he made his conclusions and went looking for Avatar Aang. Luckily, Jet’s new life was in the Middle Ring of the city, so he didn’t have to wade through the riff raff alleyways and crowded streets to find Aang and Company. The plan to fool the Avatar into leaving the city had almost worked. The truth of everything came out when Smellerbee and Longshot showed up and everyone dragged Jet to his apartment to jog his memory. It had been later that evening that everything began to go downhill.

Jet needed a walk to vent the renewal of his hatred of the Fire Nation and he knew exactly where to find a displacement vessel. He wouldn’t openly challenge anybody this time. With all the prior observing, Jet knew that Li liked to step out alone every so often on the job, and all Jet had to do was wait for Li to step down the solitary back alley to get some sweet revenge.

But the damn busybody waterbender had had enough mistrust to follow him into the lower ring! She had ruined everything. Li had gone off alone just as anticipated, but as soon as Jet stepped up for a “word,” Katara was in the middle. She accused Jet of being the same thug she had known in the forest and turned to apologize to the firebender scum only to somehow recognize him. Li started in immediately beginning some inquiry about Aang’s whereabouts.

The Freedom Fighter stood confused at the chaos a simple walk incurred, but didn’t stand still for long. He ordered Katara away from the enemy, drew his tiger-hook swords, and charged at the firebender. He felt a sharp pain across his cheek and turned to the now-armed waterbender. “You still haven’t changed!” she screamed, her water whip rippling in its form. “You’re attacking him just for being Fire Nation.”

Li had taken advantage of the pause to grab his newly acquired broadswords from the tea shop’s back wall. His movement caught the other two’s attention and both started towards him. Amidst the flash of swords and the swish and gurgle of water through air, Jet called, “Why, pray tell, are you attacking him, Katara?”

The young woman glared through the night and stated coldly, “He’s after Aang.” She branched her whip to smack Jet again. “Back off,” she snapped as Jet ducked her attack. “I have more reason to fight Zuko than you do.”

Jet’s eyes quickly turned to the firebender. “Zuko?” he squinted, now thoroughly baffled. The golden eyed male slashed a blade at Katara who froze her whip to block him. “You water peasants just can’t keep your mouths shut, can you?” he snarled at her.

She took the second arm of her whip and cracked it sharply against her attacker’s form. His second sword took a swipe at her as he leapt away, wincing. Jet’s right sword hooked Zuko’s, preventing the follow through that would’ve shredded the lower part of Katara’s skirt.

Her expression soured as she liquefied the ice whip. “I don’t need your help, Jet.”

“What?” the rebel asked incredulous. “I just saved your body from a serious lacera-” Jet’s sentence was cut short as Zuko’s swords pushed back against Jet’s own, sending the distracted Freedom Fighter stumbling backwards. Pursuing an opening, Zuko stepped after the off-balanced Jet.

Katara threw an ice disk at Zuko’s legs, creating a falter in his lunge as he dodged at the last minute. “As soon as this is over, Jet, the others and I are finding Appa without you and then leaving this horrible city,” she said sharply.

The Fire Prince swiveled to face Katara with a look of surprised interest. “Leaving?” he breathed harshly.

Jet seized on the distraction and raised his swords to bring them down hard on the firebender. Zuko blocked, his arms nearly buckling from restraining the force of the blow. The two males contorted their faces with the strain of pushing their weapons at the other, now at chest level, eyes glaring between the blades. A layer of thin ice formed beneath their feet, denying all traction and resulting in both young men slipping. To stay balanced, they broke away from each other, giving Katara her opening.

Jet had nearly dropped to his knees to prevent a complete fall when an ice dagger pierced his pant leg, pinning him to the street. He began to hack at frozen lance hearing Katara shouting at the person who was formally known to him as Li about how Aang would never be captured by the likes of a prince that wore an apron. The tea server responded by vowing that such a water wench would no longer keep him from his destiny. What the hell is up with these two? Jet wondered as he broke loose.

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Of the cellmates, Katara was the only one chained. A waterbender under a lake wasn’t entirely safe so her wrists were cuffed together and chained to the wall with little slack. She clinked the cuffs softly to take her mind off of wishing that the fight hadn’t unwoven her braid; her loose hair was irksome as it kept falling over her shoulder and she was incapable of brushing it back.

Looking at where she was now, she realized it would’ve been better to leave Jet to his own devices this evening. The two boys would be in this cell and she’d be well away from the both of them. But nooo, she thought cynically. You had to bust Jet’s nice guy act in the city slums by yourself and look where it got you!

It hadn’t been easy following Jet through the maze of alleyways and skirting the riff raff without tipping him off to her presence. Maybe it would’ve been best to tell the local police instead of handling it herself, but after learning of Jet’s brainwashing, she wasn’t entirely sure she could trust the police. She had already learned from Long Feng to steer clear of the Dai Li…

The waterbender glared at the form she knew was Zuko in the cell’s farthest corner. She even could’ve smoothed over Jet’s antagonistic tactics but of all the people Jet had to pick a fight with, it had to be him! She had panicked. How had the prince of firebenders managed to connive his way into the safe haven of the Earth Kingdom? Did that mean others had infiltrated the city too? Then he had to jump right into probing her for Aang’s whereabouts; dashing the briefest hope in her that he had possibly turned over a new leaf.

Jet hadn’t stayed pinned for long and after a few more ice lances and disks shattering on the pavement, Katara’s supply began to grow scarce, and she had tried to finish up the fight quickly. She coated the boys’ blades with ice in a corrugated pattern neutralizing the sharpness, but those two still kept at it using the swords as clubs and the clashing had eventually eroded the ice. Zuko’s wore away faster but Katara didn’t think it had anything to do with how much force he was using. She was actually surprised that he hadn’t resorted to using fire and was mildly impressed by how well he held his own without it.

She wasn’t sure whether to be relieved or wary when the Dai Li came to break up the fight. She was grateful that it was stopped before she had to back out for lack of water but their presence also meant an inquiry, and it probably wasn’t best to let them know that Jet had snapped out of hypnosis. But covert plans didn’t become the issue. What came out of the inquiry was a shouting match to defend her role in the fight and because all three fighters agreed to disagree, there was nothing for the Dai Li to do but to arrest them all.

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Zuko filled his lungs with the damp air as he attempted some shallow meditation. He couldn’t get too deep into it as one of his rival cellmates was as unchained as himself and still probably had designs to oust him as a firebender to the authorities. The steady clinking of the Waterbender’s cuffs wasn’t too easy to shut out in the heavy silence either.

Disturbing the peace and civil violence; those were the charges that justified being held in prison. The prince’s role in this was probably the most innocent. If anything he had been seeking peace. He had stepped outside the shop to get away from a flirty lady in her mid-forties who didn’t want refills as much as she wanted to ask prodding questions and make doe eyes at him; he didn’t know if she had a sick sense of humor or if she was just sick. The cool night air had felt good compared to the stuffy restaurant, and he went to the back alley to be alone and bask in the quiet.

Shortly after he began his respite, Zuko heard footsteps and swiveled around to see a face he’d hoped to never see again. “You!” he seethed.

There was no smirk on Jet’s face when he replied, “Me.”

Zuko spluttered in disbelief, “They released you from jail?! After you destroyed public property, disturbed the peace, and attacked an officer!”

Jet stepped closer and made a fist. “Life isn’t always fair, Firebender.”

The prince narrowed his eyes as he took a stance. “Still on about that are you?”

Before Jet could reply, there came other approaching footsteps and then a voice from the other end of the alley behind Zuko. “I knew you hadn’t changed!” a girl’s voice shouted. He heard her coming closer. “You’re still a thug who, unprovoked, loves to see people hurt.”

Jet’s voice rose. “Unprovoked? Do you even know what this guy is?” he asked gesturing dramatically at Zuko.

She was right behind him now, lingering just beyond his peripheral vision. “I don’t care. You’re harassing a waiter who just wants to be left alone.”

Thanking a star that someone could empathize with him, Zuko almost added a lame “Yeah” but restrained himself.

Jet’s frown deepened. “So you’ve been following me, huh? Bad choice, Katara.”

Katara! No, that couldn’t be a coincidence. He heard her voice again as she stepped to his side and recognition hit him full force. She hadn’t looked at him yet and began to apologize. “Look I’m sorry abou-” she stopped short as her gaze met his. She recoiled naught seconds later. “YOU!” she exclaimed.

He felt a spark of anger that she was still so quick to judge. Maybe he was a changed person, but she’d never stop to consider the idea, especially after their last meeting in that ghost town. But she was right to shrink away; after that leaflet had fluttered into his hand earlier today, his ambitions to capture the Avatar had been restored. He jumped to question her, but realized soon enough that interrogation wasn’t going to be the issue tonight.

The prince felt all hope of neutralizing the situation slip away as he saw both adversaries draw their weapons. His uncle probably wouldn’t miss him for a while, so intervention was out of the question. Zuko never ran from a fight, so he took his first chance to grab his broadswords and defend himself.

The duel was kept to its fighters for a long time before attracting attention. But after a small crowd started blocking traffic, the fracas garnered the authorities’ interest, and the three teenagers were earthbended far apart and up to their ankles as questions were posed. Their defensiveness rose high in minutes as each tried to justify why he or she had been in the fight.

“Don’t trust him. He’s a thief and stands against any authority.”

“He started it! You’ve arrested him for this kind of stuff before.”

“He’s a firebender! I swear! Look at his gold eyes.”

“He is a firebender. He’s infiltrated the city to take over the capital and capture the Avatar.”

“I’ve been living peacefully in the city with my uncle; working in this tea shop actually! I came out for some fresh air and these two decided to have a go at me!”

With no one to vouch for their characters or reasons, it hadn’t been a difficult decision to imprison them all until an investigation could take place.

So here they were; three rivals sharing one poorly lit cell. Jet chewing on what was left of his stalk of grass, Katara clinking her chains, and Zuko breathing deeply. Even with the little noises, their taciturn quiet was deafening, but no one had the desire to break the silence first.
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