Hey guys,
I finally got back into the spirit of writing. This is something I really wanted to write. It'll be a few chapters nothing to long.
Review please!
The air temple was huge. There was always somewhere new to discover and explore. Katara liked to go up to the higher levels that had large open rooms and practice her form. She did this when not practicing with the others or taking care of them, which was not all that often maybe two or three times a week. She relished in the moments. She was free to work on the traditional movements but she could also create new ones. She was experimenting with adding fire bending forms as well as earth and air bending ones. Sometimes the power that she got from the movement scared her, other times it ended with her very wet and grumbling.
One day Katara took some old air bending scrolls up with her to see if they could lend anything to her water bending. "I can do this. I can make these moves into something useful. I must make them into something useful." She grumbled after soaking herself for the 7th time that day. She was so busy being mad that she didn't hear Zuko come up the steps outside of her room. He just stood in the shadows outside the room silently watching her. She didn't know but this is something he often did. He saw her real self. She was relentless, caring, passionate, and beautiful. The first thing Zuko ever knew about Katara was that she was the most beautiful bending creature. That thought still held true. Zuko always felt pulled between Katara and Mai. He found both of them attractive, honor bound him to Mai but Katara held his admiration and respect.
Zuko stood there a while longer watching her and learning from her. If she could convert other bending moves into water bending then he could do the same to fire bending. Katara really was a master of the water. When Zuko had wanted to capture the avatar to restore his honor he had decided the first thing he would do would be to end this war so people like Katara could bend freely. This war was less than appealing to him, though Katara was very appealing…
She was strong and beautiful. He wanted someone like her to be his queen.
After he was done watching her, he went upstairs to his favorite courtyard. It was wide open. There were large water containers that he could arrange to train with. This is where he not only trained but let out his frustrations. Little did he know that he wasn't the only one who could spy.
Katara knew Zuko trained up above her. She discovered him up there one day when she was looking for a room herself. Katara had heard him and decided to watch. She wanted to gain an advantage when they dueled. If she knew his moves ahead she could plan counter attacks.
There was also something about how he always practiced with his shirt off. How his pale skin reflected the colors of the fire. The gracefulness of fire bending in his muscles and stance, yes he was attractive. He was very attractive. Katara would not deny that. She wanted to know what made him tick. Why he was so sad all the time. When he had joined the group Katara had gained a new respect for him and a sense of veneration. Before Katara could drool anymore Zuko put back on his shirt. She ran down the steps quickly and quietly. He could never know about her spying. She could never know about his spying.
That's what they wanted to think, neither knowing about the others spying. But fate works in funny ways as they already knew.