His eyes burned and his lungs were full of smoke causing him to cough violently searching for the exit in the corridors filled with white smoke.
Right, he was an ordinary mechanical engineer working at a motorbike company and currently the office he was working on was burning like a cristmas tree.
The smoke entered his lungs with each breath he took, the very air becoming poison for him.
The heat from below was unbearable and his skin started to get blisters from the intense heat.
He wouldn't make it. Never again would he see his little child or his lovely wive who even through she was a bitch sometimes he loved dearly.
A small tear rolled down on his check but it soon evaporated in the heat.
He screamed in pain as his whole body got assaulted by a boiling hot heatwave that let his clothes catch fire.
Slowly his flesh started to burn along with his lungs that lit up like fire when he drew a sharp breath as he couldn't hold his air anymore.
The heat and the pain grew until all of a sudden everything became dark and he was engulfed by darkness.
He floated through the void and slowly lost his sense of time in this space of nothingness.
An hour, a day, a week or even a year? He had no Idea how much time has passed but this eternal dark silence space was driving him insane.
He remembered a documentary where a psychological torture method of the nazis was explained. They also had isolating cells with nothing but a white space and the prisoner would slowly grow mad and it was definetly not pleasant to be on the recieving side of this thing.
He started to hear sounds when there was just silence and flickers of light when there was just darkness.
He felt warm when the space around him was cold and he slowly freaked out.
Fuck his life, first being burned to death and then being in this endless void as if he will tolerate that.
He then tried to move and slowly he moved from his spot...or at least it felt like it. He had no Idea if this even works.
Then all of a sudden he felt a violent pull on his soul and was thrown into one of the flickering lights.
It all happened so fast that he had no idea what was going on.
The light flickered over his soul and he started to feel warm and very stuffy, as if his whole body was being squeezed.
"Noemi push, I think I can see the head" a muffled voice said.
'Oh fuck, is this what I think it is?' he thought and the squeezing increased.
Then the pressure lifted and he was squezed out to the light that blinded his eyes but he didn't scream what immediately alarmed the doctor who examined him closely.
"He is fine prince Iroh" the doctor said.
"Let me hold him" his new mother said and he was placed into a pair of loving hands that stroked him gently.
"Welcome to the world Akira" his new mother said as he was trying to adjust his eyes to the light but his eyes were still blurry not having developed enough to be actually be able to see something.
He was frustrated with this useless body, it was like being tied down only being able to move a tiny bit.
'My early childhood is going to be annoyingly boring isn't it?' he just thought.
...Perks activated...
...Perk Inventory granted...
...good luck...
Akira looked at the floating messages and grinned. Having an inventory was definetly handy.
"Ooooh he is sooo cute" the voice of an elderly man said and he felt another pair of rough hands stroking him gently.
"Hello Akira, I'm your Dad" the man said but Akira wasn't able to see shit through his eyes.
Suddenly a wave of exhaustion came over him and he fell asleep in seconds.
...
A few years had passed and he was now 2 years old finally being able to walk...well it counts.
Guess how suprised he was when he found out that he was reincarnated as the second son of Iroh in the world of Avatar the last airbender.
Oh yes, in this world magic was real and he was born as royalty of the fire nation to prince Iroh and Naemi his mother who was a very strong firebender.
There was also his older brother Lu Ten who was already 12 years old and following his duties as royalty of the fire nation.
He was one year older than Azula and one year younger than his cousin Zuko.
'Why have I two future psychos as my cousins?' he just thought and if you want to defend Zuko now fuck off.
He is nice in the end but still a psycho when he get's bannished.
All focused on reclaiming his honour and shit.
The early Zuko was an impulsive irrational idiot only seeking the recognition of his father.
Since he found out he was in the world of the Avatar Akira has been trying to create a flame and do magic everyday.
It would be such a dissapointment if he would be unable to bend fire.
Nothing happened before but now a strange energy lit up inside his stomach and flowed to his fingertips making a small flame.
He looked at the flame like it was a treasure which in fact it was.
Barely holding his excitement he carefully tried to manipulate the fire forming a small ring but the fire quickly fell into itself and went back to the fireball.
Slowly he felt the energy inside him drain and the fire slowly flickered out.
'So the ability to bend is tied to this weird energy in my stomach' Akiro concluded 'This kind of reminds me of cultivation novels'
Having nothing better to do he meditated with a lit candle in front of him and he breathed in deep breaths.
The flame receeded and switched over to a small flame pillar along with his breathing.
He felt this exercise he copied from Zuko in a scene in the series very relaxing so he continued until he fell asleep and the flame slowly died out.
In his dream he saw his old office building and he felt how he burned to death inside.
He apruptly woke up and continued his training.
Now that he had the power over fire he never wanted to feel so helpless.