Hello, oh dear, amazing, fantastic reader! I present to you Part 2 of The Island of Uchiwake. What's gonna happen now? Read and find out! Oh, and I was wondering, I have this idea for a story. It kind of goes like this: It's the Avatar world years in the future, and they have the same technology as us, yet no one knows about bending. There are still benders out there, but no one is supposed to know. The benders aren't supposed to exist. What do you think? PLEASE LET ME KNOW. I'm debating if I should write it or not, because it will be all OC's, and I don't know if I'll do a good job. Again, PLEASE LET ME KNOW!

KaseyLyndal: Thanks so much! :3 So you want Yuzai back in the story? Well, I assure, I didn't put him there just because I could, but you'll see. As for Aang getting better…again, you'll see.

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Aang very nearly collapsed. Sitting mere feet away from him was - was Admiral Khon. Feelings raged inside Aang, swirling around within him so fast that he couldn't pinpoint a single one. Time was at a standstill as he gazed at the man before him.

How was he supposed to feel? He wasn't sure what to think of the admiral whom he had believed to know so well, only to realize that everything he was told could have all been just another lie. Had it been a lie, or was his life as a Rebel where he truly belonged?

There was anger. Yes, Aang felt the blazing flame of revulsion burn within him. He should loathe this man. He should believe that all the admiral had said had been a lie. He should not trust Admiral Khon.

Then why did he also feel respect for Khon? Why did he feel the need to bow before him? Admiral Khon was one of the most likely people to lie to him, so why should he feel hesitant about ever questioning Khon's orders? Aang didn't know the answer. All he knew was that for whatever reason, he couldn't get rid of that lingering hint of respect and admiration for Khon.

And yet another prominent feeling within Aang was guilt. Aang didn't know why he would feel guilty, but he felt as though he had betrayed Khon, and that he should work harder than ever to prove himself to the admiral, to make up for past mistakes.

The monk didn't know which of these feelings to go with, so he settled on staring open-mouthed at Admiral Khon, who was smiling maliciously at Aang and the rest of the group.

"Thank you, Senshi," the admiral spoke, "You've done well, leading Aang and the others here. You may leave now. Oh, and tell the Rebels that they can come back to camp now."

Senshi nodded and shuffled guiltily out of the building, a betrayed-looking Feng staring after him, before the hypnotist returned his attention to the man who probably wanted to kill him.

Aang tried to say something, anything, but he was tongue-tied. He stared at Khon, unable to fathom what the admiral would do now. Would Khon be angry? Should Aang care if he was angry?

Fortunately, Aang mustered enough courage to actually address the man before him. Unfortunately, all he could say was, "K-K-Khon!"

Admiral Khon shook his head, "Oh, my dear apprentice, have you already forgotten how to address me properly? I expected more from you."

No, don't feel ashamed! Aang scolded himself, but the guilt from one of his three opposing lives was already working its way into his mind. Aang could only hope that his true life would reveal itself before Khon was able to manipulate him…unless he really did belong with the Rebels.

Do I? Aang asked himself. Do I belong with this man? Have I betrayed him?

Confusion….would Aang ever be able to escape it?

Katara took it upon herself to speak in Aang's defense, "Aang's not your apprentice, Khon, and he'll call you whatever he wants to!" She was furious. Aang may not be the same person he once was, but he was recovering, and Katara would not have all the progress Team Avatar and Feng had made with him be ruined by Khon. The power-hungry, manipulative, narcissistic animal was never going to mess with Aang again, not if Katara could help. And she would help. All the rage that had once been at Feng was now directed toward Khon.

Khon ignored her, instead speaking to Aang, "Aang, what are you doing with them? Wouldn't you rather be with me, where you belong?"

"Aang doesn't belong with you! He belongs with us, Admiral Khon-stipated!" Toph snapped. Sokka would have given her a thumbs-up if she could see; he'd been the one to tell her that Khon looked constipated all the time.

Aang felt slightly like laughing, but he also felt a stab of annoyance at Toph's words. He couldn't quite decide which reaction to go with.

Khon had no such problems, "Aang, are you really going to let them talk to your own master like that?"

Aang shifted uncomfortably, "Y-You're not…"

The boy couldn't finish.

Admiral Khon raised an eyebrow, "Not what, Aang? Not your master? You're starting to worry me, Aang. What exactly has happened since you were kidnapped again?"

Aang blanched. Khon sounded concerned, but he couldn't be! Khon didn't care about Aang...did he?

Khon's voice was now full of what sounded like sympathy and worry, but Aang was unable to decide whether or not Khon was faking, "Aang, my pupil, come to me. I don't want to lose you again."

Aang stared at whom he'd once considered a hero, unable to sort through all the chaotic, conflicting thoughts whirring around in his mind.

Khon's voice was steady, "Aang, you belong at my right hand. I am your master. You do whatever I say."

Feng almost intervened, but he stopped himself short. How would Aang respond if Feng spoke up? True, he might respond to Feng's words as regular advice, but….what if in this complicated, perplexing environment, Aang would respond to Feng's words as though he were being brainwashed? What if Feng accidently manipulated the boy's fragile mind? True, there was no spinning bright light, but if Aang were lost and confused enough, he might subconsciously turn to Feng to dictate his beliefs for him, and Feng refused to do that. He would never allow himself to have that kind of power over someone else again. He wouldn't let Aang turn to him to tell him what to do. Aang had to decide for himself what to believe. Feng was terrified of accidently influencing Aang again. He couldn't make the choice for the airbender. Only Aang could make this choice, because only then would Aang truly be living his own life.

Still, that didn't stop Aang from looking at the hypnotist like a lost polar bear dog. Feng looked away, but Aang's lost face was still burned into his mind a few seconds later. What had he done to this once kindhearted, peaceful boy?

Aang, wishing desperately that the Dai Li agent would step in and help, looked back at Khon, "I - I don't think…"

"Aang, you are my apprentice. You hate Katara, Toph, Zuko, and Sokka. We thought the people standing beside you were new Rebels, but they were really members of Team Avatar, come to finish what they started."

"No, I - I don't!" Aang protested. He looked to Katara for help….or, wait…..was it Namika?

Katara, unlike Feng, was completely willing to step in, "Aang doesn't hate us. He's a part of our family, Khon, not that you would understand anything like the love of a family."

Khon's eyes, for the first time, flashed with not anger, but something far darker, something that went beyond the angry exterior, "I gave love up a long time ago. It never did me any good. The only way to gain people's approval is through power. Love does not exist. It is only a lie people tell to get ahead. I don't need it…"

Admiral Khon's eyes met Aang's for a split second, as though the man were considering something. The admiral's eyes almost instantly lit up, and Aang recognized that look. Khon had an idea.

Khon continued, and a crooked, crazed smile worked its way into his features, "...and neither do you, Aang." The admiral took a deep breath, and in a brief moment of clarity, Aang knew to brace himself. He could only hope his friends knew to do the same.

"You do not believe in love. You crave power, power for the Fire Nation."

There was nothing else in Aang's universe. He was alone, with nothing except Khon's last words to focus on. It was an overwhelming feeling, as though everything was bearing down on him, Aang left trembling beneath the weight. The words had taken hold of him, working their way into his mind. Aang was numb to everything except the words, the words that shaped him, the words that molded him. It was the words that made his heart continue to beat. Aang felt like the words were giving him life. The words possessed him. At that moment, they owned him.

Aang's pupils widened ever so slightly. He took a step forward.

Feng could have fainted. No, he pleaded it not to be true, Not that, not the trigger statement! How could I forget about the trigger statement?!

Katara, who had been busy being appalled at Admiral Khon's words, now noticed Aang's step forward. She glanced questioningly at Feng, and she realized with a jolt that Feng looked horror struck. She nervously turned her attention back to Aang.

"A - Aang?" She asked hesitantly. She could tell something was off with the airbender.

Aang did not respond. This only succeeded in worrying Katara more.

"Aang, you are my apprentice," Khon spoke, and although he spoke evenly, the confident, victorious glint in his eyes was enough of a giveaway to Katara that something was definitely up.

Aang took another step forward, feeling like a puppet whose strings were being yanked in Khon's direction, feeling drawn to Khon, or rather, Khon's words.

"You are loyal to the Fire Nation Rebels."

Yet another step forward.

Katara finally managed to find her voice, "Aang! Listen to me! The Rebels are your enemy! Admiral Khon is your enemy! Don't listen to him. I'm your friend. I care about you!"

Aang tensed, but he didn't move at all. Katara desperately wished he would take a few steps back toward Team Avatar. She had a sneaking suspicion that if he made it all the way to Khon, they wouldn't be getting him back this time.

"Don't listen to her. You despise her," said Admiral Khon. Aang did not take a step toward Khon this time, but he still hung on to the man's words, trying to decide if there was truth in them or not. Did he despise…..the girl he could have sworn was Katara? Was he her enemy?

Katara felt as though each word Khon uttered, each step Aang took, stabbed her in the heart. She called out desperately to the one she could not imagine life without, "Aang…you would never hurt me, never despise me. Please, we have a bond like no other."

Aang was very pale, and Katara could the sweat dotting his neck. Again, he did not take a step forward, but he still made no move toward Team Avatar. If only she could just grab him and pull him closer to her. She would hug him and shelter him from Khon, from the world in general. If only she could protect him….

….but she had to focus on bringing him back again. She refused to imagine life without Aang, refused to let it happen. Aang was a part of her life, a part of her. They were bonded in an incredibly unique and beautiful way. At one point, it had scared her that she was capable of a love so deep and complex at age fourteen, and that Aang was capable of such love at the age he had been at that time, twelve. Then she had realized that the war had aged both of them beyond their years, made them grow so much. And they'd grown together, melded together so firmly that they couldn't separate even if they tried. No one could pry them apart, and that included Admiral Khon.

Now, as she watched Aang walk on the thin line between Team Avatar and the Rebels, she realized that if she lost Aang, she might just lose herself.

She would not let that happen.

Khon scoffed at the waterbender's words, "Aang, do not listen to that fool. You have no such bond. Love is a lie, made up to get ahead in life. Love is a lie told to gain power, my apprentice. Do not believe Katara. She is nothing, especially to you."

Aang was trembling, and he fell to the ground, pounding his fist on the floor. He stayed in that hunched-over position, as if trying to hide from the world. The rest of Team Avatar wanted to help, but they knew better. It was best to leave this Katara. If anyone could bring Aang back to them, it was Katara. She was linked to him in ways they could never imagine.

Aang was teetering on the edge. Between Team Avatar and the Rebels. Between Katara and Khon. Between Love and Power…

"Aang?" Katara asked. No response.

"Aang?!" she made another attempt. Nothing. Khon looked to be holding back laughter, that wicked grin still plastered on his face.

Aang was feeling a strange sense of familiarity, as if he'd been through this exact same scenario before. If only he could remember what had had happened then, maybe he would know what to do now.

Katara took a deep breath, hoping her voice wouldn't shake the next time she spoke. What would she say? How - how - could she stop Aang from becoming a Rebel, and becoming Khon's apprentice? Katara didn't want to be like Khon, or even Feng. She didn't want to tell Aang how he was supposed to feel, but she did want Aang to know why Team Avatar was where he would belong. She didn't want to make the choice for him, but she wanted to give him reasons to consider Team Avatar.

Katara decided what she was going to say, "Aang, I know that you're confused right now, and I want to help you, but I also know that you've probably had enough of people telling you what's true to last you a lifetime, so I'm not going to tell you which side is the right one."

Aang was deeply invested in what Possibly-Named-Katara was saying by this point. He had assumed that she would just tell him what to do, and he actually felt slightly annoyed that she wouldn't make his choice for him, but at the same time, he was also intrigued. If the waterbender wasn't going to try and persuade him to come back to her side, then what was she going to do?

Katara continued, "You decide for yourself what to do, but before you do, I just want you to know one thing. My friends and I - we care about you. I - we - love you, Aang. No matter what choice you make, we'll always love you."

If Aang had expected anything, it hadn't been that. Out of all the things Katara could have said, all she did was tell him she loved him? It seemed like so little, and yet, it was so much. Katara's short speech was making a huge impact on Aang.

Aang looked at Khon, and thought about why he should join the Rebels. Of course, Admiral Khon would train him to his fullest potential, and he would gain so much power. What had Khon once said to him? "Love only holds you back"? If that were the case, then joining up with Team Avatar would only hold him back, right? Aside from that, the thoughts and feelings brought on by the Rebels were far less confusing than the thoughts brought on by Team Avatar. If he joined Khon, he might finally be able to escape the confusion that had been plaguing him for as long as he could remember….

….and yet, something was missing, and after Katara's speech, Aang knew what it was.

Khon would train him, Khon would look after him, but would Khon ever actually care about him? Was the mentor-apprentice relationship that they had developed really that strong? Was it a true friendship?

Aang realized that while he couldn't be sure of almost anything, there was one thing that he knew for certain. The tentative friendship he'd developed with each member of Team Avatar was true. His friendship with Khon couldn't be true, because the admiral didn't even believe in love.

Aang finally stood up. Trembling, the boy took a deep breath, readying himself. He knew that whatever he said, there was bound to be quite the reaction.

He spoke softly, but firmly.

"I choose love."

Three simple little words. Who would've thought they'd bring so much chaos?

Feng felt dizzy. After all the of the time he'd spent worrying about Aang, worrying that three lives, three minds, would be too much for the boy, Feng felt as though he were being gently eased into soothing warm water. Aang had finally made a choice, and perhaps this choice would lead him to choose which life he wanted to lead. Choosing love was the first step on the long road of recovery. As for Team Avatar's reactions…

Sokka was pinching himself to see if he were dreaming, only to realize he was awake. Toph was checking Aang's heartbeat, only to realize that the airbender was telling the truth. Zuko was looking around at everyone, only to realized that he wasn't the only one to hear that, and Katara…

A warm mixture of admiration, affection, and thrill welled up within her, threatening to overtake every thought she had. She had completely lost all control of herself, and she charged forward and tackled Aang in a hug, fighting not to kiss the boy who had made her so proud, and so happy. She had missed him for so long, and she was finally starting to get him back. He wanted to come back.

Khon, on the other hand, was experiencing a different feeling entirely. He was seeing red, rage and venom boiling inside him, clouding all rationality within him. His eyes flashed dangerously, his inner demons having been unlocked by those three words. Khon felt sickened by Aang's words, and he swore he could feel legitimate pain at the boy's statement. Aang's words had felt like a punch in the gut - repeated punching in the gut.. He wondered how anyone could say something like that. Khon's face was a nasty shade of maroon, and every sharp, jagged line of his face was much more noticeable than normal. Any of his visible veins were bulging at the moment. And then there were his eyes….

His eyes were shattered pieces of a once beautiful picture. Those eyes were full of distorted, twisted emotions. What was once love was replaced by lust or cold bitterness. Pain like no other was evident in those eyes, along with agonizing frustration. Hatred was the most apparent emotion in those broken orbs. The hatred was not directed at a person, but a feeling. He hated love. He hated the mere notion of it. He knew that love was a false concept, so he hated when it was mentioned. In his world, love brought pain, and pain meant weakness.

But, just as love is blind, so is hate. Khon took out all his rage on things that were not love. He took it out on people who felt love. He lashed out on all those who dared believe in it. He refused to hear the word, because love was a lie he did not want spread.

Khon looked at Aang with those twisted eyes, and all the color drained from the airbender's face. Katara finally broke apart from the hug to glance at the fuming admiral, and what she saw made her shudder. She looked back at the other members of Team Avatar, and they, along with Feng, were gaping at Admiral Khon.

Unsteadily, the man stood. He was shaking, like he himself was a cage, and there was a ferocious animal inside waiting to be released.

His voice was like a trembling volcano, "Take everyone but Aang away. I want him to stay."

Was it possible for a voice to ooze something? At the moment, Katara believed it to be so, because danger had certainly oozed out of Khon's voice throughout that statement.

Toph was the first to get her speech back. She spoke like a true earthbender - proud and strong, "I always knew you were an idiot, and the fact that you think we're gonna leave Aang just proves it."

Sokka smirked, "Not that we couldn't find proof of your idiocracy before, of course." He made a grab for his boomerang, but a Dai Li agent was there in a flash, followed by several other agents, who attacked the others. Khon whispered something to an agent standing right by him, who ran out of the building.

Three large boulders were hurled in Katara's direction, who sliced through them with a water-whip. She then sent a huge blast of water at the agent who'd attacked her, before bending the water she'd used back into her water skin. The agent lept back up and sent a ripple of through the earth in Katara's direction. The attack resembled an animal burrowing it's way through the ground. Suddenly, a large mound of earth jutted out of the ground, and Katara was knocked backwards. She coughed and attempted to get up, stumbling slightly.

Meanwhile, Zuko was sending a stream of fire at yet another agent, who had to bend a wall of earth in front of himself in order to evade the attack. The wall successfully blocked the flames, and he bended it back into the ground. He sent a boulder at Zuko, who just managed to dodge it. The agent then levitated large chunks of rock and compressed them into smaller chunks, and he then sent them full speed in Zuko's direction. Zuko was hit, and he fell to the floor. He got up quickly and sent a stream of fire behind him. The fire launched him forward, but just as he was about to finish off the attack, the agent simply made a rock jut out of the ground. Zuko tripped on it, and he sailed forward, landing just in front of the agent.

Toph and yet another agent were engaged in a clash of great earthbenders. Toph and the agent were both wearing armor made of earth, and were rocketing toward one another. They collided, and neither one would yield as they pushed at one another, both trying to get the upper-hand and prove that they were stronger. About twenty seconds of wrestling later, Toph decided to throw her opponent of by creating an earthquake. She did just that, but the rapidly shaking earth didn't just throw off her opponent. Everyone battling lost balance and collapsed on the floor. The Dai Li agents were the first to recover, and a few seconds later Katara, Toph, Zuko, Aang, and Feng were all wearing a pair of rock gloves, courtesy of the Dai Li. Aang watched helplessly as his friends were dragged away, unsure what to do. He'd tried to fight during the battle, but he didn't know how to fight without bending, and as he had yet to find out what element he could bend, he hadn't done very well. Watching his friends being dragged away by the Dai Li, Aang wished he wasn't so helpless.

"Aang, we'll come back for you!" Katara called out to him, and then she was out of sight. The agent who had grabbed him turned him around, forcing him to face Khon.

"Well, don't we have a lot to talk about?" Khon asked with a raised eyebrow. Aang gulped. He doubted that "talking" was all Khon was going to do.

"Let him go," Khon commanded the agent who was restraining Aang. The agent complied immediately. Aang wondered if he could capitalize on this moment, but his hands were still restrained, so he couldn't attempt and attack, and if he ran, Khon would just order the agent to restrain him again.

That's fine by me, Aang thought darkly, I don't want to run anyway. I'm not going to run from Khon anymore. I won't give him the satisfaction of knowing he can scare me. I made my choice, and I'm not backing down now.

Aang attempted to portray all those thoughts in a heated glare. He believed Khon received the message loud and clear.

"Well, my apprentice, it appears you have betrayed me. That can't go unpunished….can it?"

Each one of them sat in a different cell, wondering what their fate would be. Toph groaned and wished her cell was made of metal, but unfortunately, the Rebels had prepared a special wooden cell just for her. Wood had always grated on her nerves, as it was something that could not be bent by any kind of bender. She punched the cell now in frustration, but it was of no avail. She was stuck in here, just like the others. Toph hated that there was nothing she could do. She despised the feeling of helplessness. Earthbenders were naturally steadfast and sturdy, with a never-give-up attitude, and she was no exception. She liked to tackle her problems head-on, but as she sat in this cell, she knew that in order to escape, the group would have to be cautious and think things through like - well, like an airbender. Toph groaned, wishing she had done something about Senshi's rapidly beating heart, but she had wrongfully dismissed it. Oh, well, there was nothing that could be done about it now. Toph just needed to move on and help her friends think of a way out of this mess. That is, if anyone would speak.

At the moment, everyone was too lost in their own depressing thoughts to think of an escape plan. They just couldn't quite get over all that had happened, and not just all that had happened at Uchiwake. No, they were all reliving everything that had happened since Aang first decided to go undercover as "Kuzon." Now, that seemed like so long ago. To Team Avatar, it seemed like a different lifetime entirely. Back then, they could do things on a whim, but now they had to think everything through, because if they messed anything up, Aang's mind was at stake.

Aang, Katara thought, and she wasn't sure whether to feel hope and excitement at the name, or worry and fear. The airbender had chosen the right path, chosen love, which made Katara feel breathless and thrilled, like she'd just climbed a large, steep mountain, and was taking in the view for the first time. But Aang was currently alone with Khon, and that thought made her feel like she was now facing the prospect of climbing back down the mountain. It was like she was staring down that large mountain, imagining all the possible ways she could fall to her imminent death. Except, instead of imagining her own death, she was imagining Aang's death, in vivid, gruesome detail. What was going to happen to him? Khon had looked so - so livid when they left. There was no telling what the admiral would do to Aang now. And instead of being able to help, here she was, stuck in a cell, unable to escape.

But just as Aang had not given up on on love, neither would she. She would rescue Aang, and then they would get off this wretched island once and for all. The utter despair here was getting to her, and she felt the need to leave this place, all the grief and depression overwhelming her.

No matter what happened, she would not let Aang down. He'd chosen them, and now she had to prove to him that he'd made the right choice.

An hour (or maybe two, or maybe three…) later, Aang lay curled up on the ground. He wasn't alert enough to be considered awake, yet he could could understand and interpret his surroundings too much to be considered asleep. His thoughts were clouded and muddled. A dull fog had settled in his mind. He could barely process anything. He couldn't gather up enough from his mind to form a single, coherent thought. He felt as though anytime he tried to think, he was trying to catch fish with his own hands. He couldn't hold on to his thoughts long enough. And he didn't even bother trying to open his eyes. On each eye, it felt as though the eyelid had merged with the bottom of his eye, unable to be separated.

But despite being unable to see anything yet, he could still hear perfectly fine. Well, not perfectly - any speech sounded distant and far-off, but he could hear well enough to deduce that there were two people speaking to each other currently. If only he could figure out who these two people were.

"What am I supposed to do with you? You're completely useless to me," one said. Who was that…?

"I can assist in ways you don't even know. Wasn't I the one who predicted that the dumb little airbender would come here? See? I can help you," said another, more feminine voice. Aang recognized it, and felt the need to obey it, but he quickly pushed that need aside. Who would he want to obey? Who else had power over him like Khon?

Wait, Khon! That was the first person who spoke! Admiral Khon! So who was the second person? In order to figure it out, Aang pried his eyes open, and saw the image of a girl with unruly, tangled black hair, and wild, vicious eyes. After about a second of Aang deliriously organizing his thoughts, he recognized her. It was Azula.

The last remaining murkiness that plagued his mind instantly went away. He was awake and alert, completely focused on what Khon and Azula were saying.

"Of course," Azula continued, "If I help you, I'll want something in return…"

Khon smirked, "Of course you would. And what would that be?"

Azula gestured to Aang, who quickly closed his eyes, "He would be a suitable prize, don't you think? There is some revenge that needs exacting. So do we have a deal, admiral?" She extended her hand.

Admiral Khon shook it, and Aang recognized the malicious look in his eyes, "We do."

Aang listened, petrified, as Khon briefed Azula on his latest plot, and dread filled every inch of him as the admiral delved further and further into what the plot entailed. There was something deranged about it. Khon's latest Plan of Revival was monstrous and despicable.

Aang wasn't an idiot. He knew Khon and Azula would both attempt to betray one another. Yet somehow, that didn't lessen the fear in the slightest.