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Series: Avatar: The Last Airbender
Futureverse/AU/Maiko Conspiracy
Pairing: Yun (Aang/Katara)/Irana (Zuko/Mai)
This Chapter: Irana has finally been set free after a long grounding, but with the caveat that she and Yun cannot be together.

Princess Irana and Air Master Yun don't get a break. Ever.

Heat shimmered above the plates of the warship's deck as the sun beat down upon it and the surrounding glass-smooth sea. Most of the crew had retreated below into the relatively cool dark of the ship's underbelly, but the princess and the captain stood on the bow, he watching her and she shielding her eyes and tipping her head back to watch a speck in the sky.

She knew an airbender when she saw one. She'd been at sea a week and a half, and had been following the old familiar routes, and though it wasn't necessarily safe, she'd do it if it would guide him back to her. She had known he was coming; the hawk she'd given him had arrived the previous evening. She'd spent most of the night and all of the day walking from one end of the deck to the other, staring upward.

"Well," Captain Shang said drily. "There he is. Just as you predicted."

"He'll be famished," Irana said, keeping her voice calm despite the way her heart hammered in her chest. "Tell the cook to prepare something. Remember, he doesn't like meat."

It was as good an excuse as any for Shang to let the odd pair have a minute or two of near-privacy to greet each other. Irana stood stock still, waiting, until breezes wafted from nowhere to stir her long, dark hair. The Avatar's raggedy son landed light as thistle-down upon the warship's deck.

The last time she'd seen him, he had been fresh from his lonlely pilgrimidge and invading her bath. She was glad to see he had picked up some weight since then, and though his gray-blue eyes still looked huge now that he'd shaved off the remainder of his hair, they no longer looked so hollow. He was already starting to sweat; his bald pate gleamed in the sunlight. She thought she'd never seen anything so sexy.

"Yun," she mumbled. She couldn't think of anything else to say.

"You got your ship back," Yun said, his expression unusually serious. "I'm glad."

She wanted to fling herself into his arms, to bury her face in his collar and inhale the scent of his skin. She wanted to make him laugh, or better, to make him say the shocking, posessive, angry things he had said when he had accosted her in the bath. Her stomach was twisting, her knees felt wobbly, her heart fluttering so wildly it felt as if it was trying to leap out of her chest.

"It's hot today," she mumbled painfully.

"It's going to storm," Yun said. "Tonight or early tomorrow." He grasped his glider-staff behind his back with both hands.

"Do you want to go down to the galley? I think the cook is making something for you." Irana made a vague gesture toward the rest of the ship, and Yun nodded and started to walk past her. Irana's eyes moved over the shape of his head, following the blue stripe of his tattoo down to where it vanished beneath his collar.

Okay, so maybe that was the sexiest thing she had ever seen.

Damn, this was going to be hard.
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