For the Moment
Summary: Some Katara and Aang fluff to shake the ages. Lots of drama, mixed with fluff for a creamy combination. May stay as OneShot, rated for saftey.
Author's Note: I know, I know...I'm bad. I still have like 3 fics that I'm working on and here I go pulling out another one. I must be out of my mind! I can't help it. I must write, and here I go.
Oh my goodness...I found myself reading Zutara the other day! It was quite an experience!
Many KatAangers just write about Aang having a crush on Katara, and even though that is really what's sort of going on, I can't help but think that Katara likes Aang too...
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-ScorpioRed112
She does not know if she loves him.
Correction, she knows she does love him, in a parental manner, maybe. She cares about him, and heals him, and even cleans his clothes. But there is something that she cannot describe, something growing in the deeper corners of her heart, a dark, intense, and interesting feeling, warm and glowing...and it jumps every time he is near.
She does not recognize this as "love", merely as overdue hormones acting up again, something in her body that she cannot explain. And when he says, "Katara, will you come Waterbending with me?" or "Katara, I don't know what I would do without you and Sokka," she feels like she is melting anew.
She catches herself, falling for him every time he smiles, and curses it. How can she love someone so close to her heart? Is it a natural attraction? She wants to hate him for making her feel this confused, this angry.
She was supposed to fall in love with some one much older, some one from the Water Tribes, maybe. And marry him and have countless children, and love him dearly, and he would love her too, and show her what glorious "higher" levels of attraction were. Her mystery man.
Not this boy.
But, she tells herself, I can't help it! Why doesn't it stop?
Why is he so charming, anyway? She didn't remember him being like this, when they found him in the ice burg. He looks...he feels...so different now.
She catches herself looking at him, and watching him sleep, and wondering why she has grown so close to him. Why him in particular? He is not special. Just the Avatar.
The Avatar, who may die soon, in a collision with Ozai and his pampered children. Another victim to the Fire Nation Army.
She remembers, holding his body so close, after the Fire Nation Princess had shot him square in the back. She healed him, and when she thought it didn't work, she was prepared to die—just like he almost had. It is unimportant now. She tells herself that she does not love him that much, and that he is simply her little friend, just like Momo.
What a joke! Momo? She knows, perhaps, that she is lying to herself.
But, again, she can't help it. She loves him so dearly, yet she cannot say she does, because she is afraid. Afraid that Aang will fall victim to the Fire Nation too, like her mother. She is afraid she will lose him. Because she has felt loss before, and it is not a pleasant feeling.
It feels as if part of her body is being chopped into pieces. It feels raw...sore, cut, hurt, bruised. It feels like dying only staying alive to feel the pain. She does not want it to happen again. She does not want to lose another part of her heart, when it is only just beginning to heal.
She wants to touch his face, to make sure he is real, before she jumps to her conclusions. Wouldn't it be great, she tells herself, if I didn't care much at all about him? If I...just let go?
She wants to kiss him, too, deeply, like she's seen older couples do. And hold his hand, and lean on him, and feel his hands on her waist, and dangle from his shoulders—so glad that he is hers and no one else's. So glad she does not have to share him with the rest of the world.
But, she thinks, I do have to share him with the rest of the world...
She remembers that Aang is not her dream man, only a child...still shorter than her, and that his hands would be too sweaty to hold, and they wouldn't dare touch her waist, and that his shoulders are not tall enough to dangle off of, and he is probably not able to support her weight had she lean on him.
But it does not cut her dreams short. So what if he is small now? He will grow, and his interest in her will grow too, and...and...and...
And maybe he won't fall prey to the Fire Nation, and he will take her to the Air Temple where he grew up, and start the Air nomad population anew, and end the Great War. It is possible, she tells herself. It's not like that can't happen...it's just that—maybe it's unlikely. But it isn't impossible.
So she sees him walking, his proud and casual stride, and falls for him again. But this time she allows it, falls into the murky pool of his adoration, his power, his smile, and his touch.
Suddenly, she does not fear his loss, but enjoys herself for the moment.