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Prisoner of War	By : Looneyluna Category: Avatar - The Last Airbender > Het - Male/Female Views: 8511 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Avatar: The Last Airbender, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Chapter Two –

“This gives sleeping with the enemy a whole new meaning,” Azula grumbled under her breath as she listened to the snores outside the tent. On the bright side, at least she knew they were asleep. She had no idea where her “benefactor” was. He’d been gone for several hours and she had been left alone.

That was his first mistake and it would be his last where she was concerned. If that overgrown hairy monster thought she was just going to sit around and wait to be ransomed he was sorely mistaken. Now that she had clothing and proper attire for her feet she would be able to protect herself from the harsh winds as she escaped down the mountain.

His threats were meaningless to her. If they did anything, they only encouraged her behavior. She was born and bred to survive the rigorous demands of court. At her father’s insistence, she had been taught survival and military tactics. As much as she would like to kill every man in this camp, she’d never survive the effort.

“Survival before vengeance,” she muttered, looking over her shoulder toward the entrance of the tent. How she longed to burn their camp down and runaway, but that would only serve to let them know that she was loose. She needed to get a head start.

She could feel the sun rising as it crested over the mountain. It was still early, the morning after the raid. The general’s men would be tired. After all, they had spent the night eating and drinking her supplies. At least, that is what she theorized.

Kneeling next to the back wall of the tent, she pushed her fingers beneath the heavy canvass and tried to lift it. There was very little give in the material so she would have to dig to get out. She could burn a hole through the material, but the smoke would alert them to her escape attempt. She’d cut her way out, but the general had taken all his swords and daggers out of the tent

Azula started digging, wincing as the heat from her hands abandoned her. The ground was cold to the touch. It was also rocky and hard. Cursing softly, she kept digging.

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The sleeping guards snapped awake as Qiang walked through the camp and toward his tent. Slinging the carcass of the wolf bats from his shoulder, he dropped them next to the cook’s tent and wiped the blood from his jerkin. The two men who had accompanied him on the hunting expedition did the same.

On queue, Jin Dee came out of her tent and inspected the offerings.

“Bah!” The middle-aged woman started cutting the wing off of one of the wolf bats. “You expect me to feed everybody with this scrawny thing?”

The men walked away, ignoring the portly woman’s protestations. Only Jin Dee could get away with disrespecting him. He held great respect for the woman. How she managed to feed them all with the supplies that they had was beyond him. She was a real miracle worker.

“No,” Qiang answered, his inflection dripping with sarcasm. He kicked the other carcasses with the toe of his boot. “I expect you to feed all of us with all of these.”

Jin Dee gave an unladylike snort. “I’ll try, but I’m not feeding the Fire Nation whore.”

Scooping some water from a nearby bucket, Qiang gulped it and nearly choked. “We have to feed her, Jin Dee.”

“Ah, yes.” She spat on the ground and went about skinning the kills. “I hear her brother wouldn’t pay a copper piece for her return. What’s the point of feeding her if there’s no reward?”

Heaving a sigh of longwinded patience, Qiang set the scoop into the water bucket. “Like it or not, we’re going to have feed her until we receive a reply. That should take about two weeks.”

Jin Dee scoffed.

“You can do it, Jin Dee.” He flashed her a smile and walked off.

Nearing his tent, he stopped before he entered. “Any attempts to escape?” he asked the guard.

The guard nodded. “She’s trying to dig under the canvass in the back.”

Qiang chuckled, peering around the corner of the tent and acknowledging the guard at the back of the tent. “In all honesty, I’m surprised she hasn’t tried to burn the camp down. I have to give her credit for her restraint.”

The guard laughed and they both heard a soft curse from inside the tent. “What are you waiting on, sir?”

Smiling, Qiang counted beneath his breath. “I’m waiting for her to try to hide the evidence.”

The guard looked straight ahead as he tried to stifle his laugh.

“Both of you can take a break.” Qiang motioned to the guard at the back and the one in front of him. Stopping the one nearest him, he smiled. “See if we have a shovel.”

“Sir?” The guard looked perplexed. “Why would we need a shovel? We have benders for –”

“I’m aware of who and what we have,” Qiang snapped. “Find a shovel. The princess wants to dig, I’m going to put her to good use.”

Flipping the tent flap up, he entered the tent and froze. The scene was almost comical. There she was, royal Fire Nation princess, sitting on her hands to hide the fact that they were dirty. She had a smudge of dirt on her forehead and one on her cheek.

He smirked, making his way toward his clothing. He stripped his bloody jerkin off and grinned as she averted her gaze. He tossed it into a corner and realized that it would be a while before the blood dried on the garment before he could work on cleaning it.

“So, what have you been up to?” asked Qiang nonchalantly.

He had to give her credit. Her gaze never wavered. She never looked at the misplaced hide that was tucked against the wall and ground to cover her work.

“I’ve been waiting for someone to bring me my morning meal,” she replied haughtily.

Her attitude irritated him, reminding him how limited their supplies were. Of course, they had raided her camp and had stolen everything that they could. For now, he and his men were set. That would change in a few weeks when the winter winds would pick up and challenge them further. But to have her here, acting as though he and his men would wait on her…

That was the last straw.

Qiang stomped toward the fallen pelt and lifted it, exposing her handiwork. “Looks like you were trying to dig your way out.”

There was no remorse or fear in her eyes. It was like she thought this to be some kind of game.

“Did you honestly expect me not to attempt an escape?” she asked with a sneer. “I don’t care what you threaten. I’m going to kill you and everybody in this camp when I get the chance.”

He grabbed the dagger from the sheath on his thigh and held the hilt of it out to her. “Oh really? Perhaps you would like to start with me, then.”

She eyed the dagger warily, but made no move to accept it. Her eyes flashed with challenge. “I wouldn’t need a dagger to kill you.”

Shifting the ground beneath her feet and causing her to fall, Qiang sheathed his dagger and shoved her onto her back. He straddled her and pinned her hands above her head.

“Oh really?” he taunted menacingly. “It’s a little difficult to Firebend with a broken root. That’s why my Kingdom will win this war. We are the root of your power. Take that away and you have nothing.”

She squirmed beneath him, twisting her head from side to side. Even dirty and disheveled, she appealed to him. Her lips were drawn into a sneer as she tried to kick him. Then she tried to butt her head against his – another effort he blocked with ease.

Seemingly realizing the futility of her struggle, she stilled beneath him.

“I hate you,” she hissed, her gaze lingering on his chest.

“Oh really?” Smirking, he captured her lips with his and showed her the truth behind the crazy attraction between them. There was no teasing, no play as he made her face the truth.

Arching her back, she rubbed against his chest and sighed, her resistance wavering.

The heat pooled in his groin, making him ache with lust. If only she was his for the taking. Damn fate! Damn morality! Most of all, damn honor!

The kiss deepened and her tongue hesitated against his. With a feral moan, he tugged her hands to his chest and rolled them. Trapping her hands between their bodies, he grabbed her thighs and pulled her on top of him.

Once cradled between her heat, he rocked upwards and thought he would disgrace himself right then. Even through the layers of clothes, he could feel her heat – a heat no other man had known.

Fisting his hand in her hair, he continued the assault on her lips. But he’d lost sight of who he was actually punishing until she bit his bottom lip in retribution.

Feeling the sting of her bite, Qiang shoved her off and jumped up. He wiped the blood off his lip and grabbed her wrist. Ignoring the cold wind on his chest, he dragged her out of the tent and through the camp.

“Nolan!” he barked, jerking Azula’s arm as he forced her through the tents and into a wooded area that reeked of waste. “Where’s that shovel I requested?”

The guard who had been guarding the tent earlier ran after them with something that resembled a small spade.

“I apologize General Qiang, but this was all I could find,” Nolan answered quickly.

The general tossed the princess to the ground next to the latrines. “It’s good enough.”

Azula tried to stand, but Qiang kicked her in the backside and she lost her balance.

“Stay down, your highness,” he growled. “Or I’ll bury you in this slop.”

She froze like a statue. The only sounds she made were gagging noises as she tried not to embarrass herself.

“As for you waiting to be served your morning breakfast,” he hissed, tossing the spade next to her. “You’re going to have a long wait. You don’t eat until you earn it.

“Congratulations, princess.” He gave her ass another nudge with his boot. “You’ve earned yourself latrine duty. “Now cover up those holes and dig new ones!”

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TBC

Author's Notes -- Thanks for the review, Taoistelf, greenqueen312, sasynatali,and poornmiserable!
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