I LOVE HALLOWEEN! I am so fricken excited! One more hour and it's officially the 31rst! In honor of the most glorious of holidays and in response to the challenge by anaisninja on katarazuko on livejournal, here are some Halloween inspired Avatar fics! Wootness!

If any of you are in Pacific Time right now and its 11pm, you should change it to cartoon network! Futurama Halloween special! MY NIGHT CAN'T GET ANY BETTER RIGHT NOW!

Disclaimer: I don't own Avatar, any brands of candy, futurama, or anything else you might try to sue me for. Please don't steal my plot, I do own that.

Rated T, just in case. Right now all the stories are K though.

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THIS FIRST FICLET CONTAINS SPOILERS FOR "LAKE LAOGAI". IF YOU HAVEN'T SEEN IT AND DON'T WANT IT RUINED, SKIP THIS CHAPTER.

If you want to see it, go to Turbonick and click on highest rated.

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Man on the Moon

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Zuko looked about the festival feeling empty. Everyone wore a mask. Some even wore his mask; the mask of the Blue Spirit. He hadn't felt the same since he had watched it sink into the cold depth of water. That same day he had watched his title as fire nation price fly away, he had always hated watching that giant fluffy animal fly away from him. Though, this time it had been different. He had let them go. He had let his heritage go with them.

Who was he if he wasn't the prince of the fire nation? Who was he if he wasn't the Blue Spirit? They were the only two identities he had every come to know. Could he survive as only Zuko, a lowly tea shop employee in the Earth Kingdom?

He scratched his nose. The new mask his uncle had gotten him in jest for the Hallow's Eve Festival constantly itched, being made from poorly crafted wood. It was the same vibrant shade of blue his other mask had been, only it was an upside down crescent moon, with the smiling eyes of a child. The eyes behind the mask were not smiling.

He watched as a young woman emerged from the crowd. She had on a feathered mask with sparkles that fell all the way down her face, onto her neck, and onto the little splash of chest she let show through her slightly loosened robe.

His eyes were glued to her form as she walked purposefully towards him, swaying her hips in an almost dance like motion. She put her hands up in the air, wrists together, and swayed her hips more as she got closer and closer. When he could almost reach out and touch the beauty in front of him, she started spinning slowly until she was so close he could feel her body heat. Her hands lowered so that they were resting on his shoulders.

Zuko's mind ran so fast with thoughts that he could hardly decipher all of them. Who was this gorgeous woman in front of him? Was it Jin? No...Too tall to be Jin and the wrong color eyes. The young woman in front of him had eyes so blue and so clear that he thought he might drown in them.

His breath hitched as she brought her mouth up to his ear. Her breath tickled his lobe and he had to consciously stop himself from trembling. He closed his eyes as she gave his ear a butterfly kiss.

She whispered, "We know that you freed Appa. Your uncle told us everything. The posters we distributed around the city said that whoever returned Appa to us would receive an award."

Zuko's eyes snapped open at the sound of her voice. He knew that voice. It was the Avatar's waterbender...Katara. Her name was Katara.

He wanted to move at this revelation, push her away from him, tell her to stay out of his life, but he couldn't. With her body so close to his, her arms wrapped around his shoulders, her soft breath on his ear and cheek had him paralyzed.

"Somehow, I didn't think the Bison whistle Aang wanted to give away would be an adequate prize for you to show our gratitude. So, I told him I'd bring you something more fitting."

"And what did you bring me?" A voice said in a horse almost seductive whisper. Had he spoken? He didn't think he was capable of speech; his brain seemed to have shut down for the moment.

"This," Katara said as she quickly pushed her lips to his. Stunned for only a moment, Zuko quickly recovered enough of his brain functions to close his eyes, wrap his arms around her waist and pull her into him. He even managed to return her sloppy, albeit passionate kiss.

When Zuko opened his eyes again she was gone. He hadn't even realized she had left. For all he knew, he could have been standing there for hours, eyes closed, reliving that sweet kiss.

He felt pressure in his hand and realized that it was closed around something. He opened it to find a bison whistle wrapped in a piece of paper; no, not only a paper, it was a note.

The note said, "When you're ready to join us, use the whistle."

For the first time that night, the eyes behind the mask reflected the careless childlike smile of the man on the moon.