Disclaimer; I don't own Avatar or The lyrics to Slow Burn- those belong to Atreyu.

A/N: OMG it's another story! I really need to stop listening to music as it makes me write things. :D

Slow Burn

It begins with a dark glowing ember,
something black burning its way out of me.
Searing the flesh,
pain is the only thing I feel,
scars all I see.

Zuko closed his eyes tightly ignoring the pain in his chest. Where was the pain coming from? Didn't he do the right thing? He was finally home where he belonged. In the Fire Nation… at his father's side. So why did he feel so wrong? What is because he betrayed his uncle? He looked at himself in the mirror and tenderly touched his scarred eye. Why did he depend so much upon the one who gave this to him?

Oh no the fires burning my insides again,
what can I do to silence my desire tonight?
Flames consuming reason leaving only ashes left
you will catch me for regretting my decision,
I can't keep telling myself what I want to hear,
I can't just close my eyes.

Zuko wished he could just close his eyes and everything would be as it used to be. Before his father scarred him, before his mother left, before Lu Ten died. When everything was "happy". He sometimes caught himself wishing he was back in Ba Seng Se with his uncle. As much as he said he hated being there he really didn't.

I know that it's killing me,
and it's poisoning the best in me,
but I say, I don't want to believe.
what I see, I don't want to believe.
So let me tell you more (tell you more)
about the lies I lead.

That is how I choose to douse the flames in gasoline
Broken teeth replace the blackout memories in my head
Wreckage from the past haunts me, shake me to the bone (to the bone)
I know it's over but I can't go home tonight.

He turned away from the mirror and remembered the pain he had to go through, mentally and physically. There were so many things that haunted him. From years ago to just a few months. The look on the pretty waterbenders face when he attacked them in the catacombs would haunt him forever. Zuko stood. He couldn't stand to be with his own thoughts anymore. He grabbed his cloak. He couldn't be stand to be home tonight.



But after this I feel as empty as the night before,
feel the pain and yet I'm still begging for more.
Masochistic, nihilistic, urging backward thought
My life's a mess and I can't find a way to fix it.

With a small flame in his hand Zuko fled the palace. He went to the one person he knew would listen: his imprisoned uncle. Sure his uncle would not speak to him but at least he would listen.

I can't keep telling myself what I want to hear,
I can't just close my eyes
(my eyes, my eyes, my fucking eyes)

He made it to the door and he stopped. Maybe this was something he needed to work out on his own. He made his way back to his bed and told himself over and over again with his eyes closed, "I've done the right thing."

I know that it's killing me,
and it's poisoning the best of me,
What I see, I don't want to believe.
So let me tell you more, tell you more,
about the lies I lead.

Calling, calling out.
The darkest reaches of my soul,
are riddled with self-doubt.
Crawling, crawling out,
my will to fight will more than suffice,
when others would lay down.

"I've done the right thing," he whispered unconvincingly to himself. The voice in his head kept telling him otherwise.

"You were wrong Zuko," the voice whispered in his head, "but you can still make it right."

It's only as dark as you make it.

I know that it's killing me,
and it's poisoning the best of me,
but I say, I don't want to believe.
So let me tell you more, tell you more
about the lies I lead.

He opened his eyes, " I know it's killing me… I'm going to do the right thing. I'm sorry father. I'm sorry Mai." He sat down at his table and pulled out a piece of parchment and began to write his farewell.