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Ghost of My Former Self

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His ghost like lips lightly caressed her lips in the gentlest manner. She released a shaky breath as her clear azure eyes remained shut, and she felt the feather like caresses on her cheek. The faintest of smiles appeared on his lips as the lips pressed on hers once again. He opened his translucent topaz orbs carefully watching the beauty before him as her head gently rested upon the down pillows of her bed. She sighed again, and rolled her head to the side, her chocolate brown hair framing her moon lit features. The ghost like lips of the man smiled as he ran his translucent fingers through her smooth hair.

"Beautiful..."

He peered over her peaceful features once more before turning his body around and began walking to the door... the moonlight disappeared from his body, and his form vanished from sight.

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Katara opened her eyes to the bright sun. Her window was so much bigger than that of her last home... and first night in this place happened to be a very good one. She raised her arms carefully stretching them as a yawn escaped her lips. She was so glad she could sleep well in this new home. Well... technically it WASN'T new.

She uncovered her body and flung her legs to the side of the bed. She carefully stretched them out too making sure she didn't crumple into a heap on the floor.

Her limbs were a bit stiff from unpacking. Her azure eyes noticed the boxes piled to the side of the giant room. It still made the girl wonder how her family was able to snag an elegant home as this. It had been renovated MANY times, but its original sturdy foundation remained. It was just a little over 1000 years old- when things were made to last forever.

Katara stood on the beautiful marble floors. They were absolutely beautiful consisting of a dark opal glazed with gold dust. That seemed to be the only thing, which expressed the design of an older foundation to this home. The walls were covered in wallpaper that had white paint over them.

She found it extremely tacky, but that didn't mean the rest of this home was poorly renovated. The remaining part of the home was just breathtaking with the incredible architecture and features of the home.

Katara, being a musician and artist herself, was thrilled when her parents bought this giant palace like home...

The teenager knew she was going to be having some interesting times in this home with all this available space. The family still hadn't seen all the rooms!

She began walking over to the bathroom, still rubbing the sleep out of her tired eyes. It was still early summer, and this girl wanted to be as LAZY as possible. She wanted to be ready to return to school in the next few months.

She reached the doorway to the enormous bathroom, and flipped on the lights. A chandelier turned on illuminating the room. She looked at herself in the mirror. Her smile played on her lips. The horrible bed head and cowlicks that graced her eyes in the mirror were just lovely... so she sarcastically thought.

There were a few boxes in her bathroom too. She had already opened one, which held all the necessities. Katara bent over and reached in picking out her wide brush and toothbrush. She set them on the sink top before scrounging around the box for her toothpaste and soap...

But something caught her eye at the last second...

A letter.

She did not see that last night...

The teenager glanced to the other side of the bathroom and into her bedroom trying to find her brother pull something off... Or maybe her parents did this out of the kindness of their hearts...

No. This letter would be extremely uncharacteristic of them.

Katara reached her fingers to grab the letter, and she unfolded it.

The beautiful penmanship had been done with calligraphy...something you didn't see everyday. Katara was trying to teach herself the art of beautiful writing, and obviously, the person who left this letter was a master of it.

Her eyes were becoming worse and worse as time went on and could barely pick up the pen strokes with their meanings. However, she somehow managed to read the message.

The letter stated:

Miss Katara,

Welcome to your home. I am pleased to know you will be occupying this residence; it had been in my family for many years, but I feel that you and your family will take good care of Dragon Estates, as had my family for generations. I will be around to check up on you.

-Z

Katara blinked her eyes and flipped the letter around. "Z?" she asked glancing over the letter once again. After staring at it for a moment more, she shook her head and rubbed her eyes. She really needed her glasses.

For now...

"KATARA!"

The teenager stepped out of her bathroom and ran to the entrance of her room. She opened one of the giant double doors and looked over the bamboo staircase. "Yes Mama?"

A woman, looking very much like Katara with the clear blue eyes and dark brown hair was already dressed for the day with her purse in hand. "I'm going to the grocery store, do you want anything?" the mother asked her daughter.

Katara smiled, "Could you get stuff to make cornbread?"

The mother raised an eyebrow looking to her daughter strangely. "Cornbread mix?"

"Yes! I've been craving it for the past three days!"

"I'll add that to my list," she replied, "Anything else?"

Katara paused and thought... was there anything so special she would ask for her mom to purchase?

"Just call me on my cell if you can think of anything else," interjected the mother of Katara as she stepped up the giant entry to the home.

Katara nodded her head, even though she knew her mother wouldn't see. "When will you be home?"

"In about an hour," was the last reply before the front door closed, 'One of the giant front doors,' mentally thought Katara, as she stared at the entryway.

As she entered her room once again she scratched the side of her head and yawned. It was still a wonder how her parents snagged a home like this. He parents weren't the wealthiest out, but they had a comfortable income that remained stable. Her mother being a family doctor and her father a retired Navy Seal (now Marine Biologist) built up a hefty sum to live on.

It was a wonder.

"Katara!" shouted a voice on the other side of the hallway of the second floor. On the other side of the catwalk was the bedroom of her older, but dense brother, Sokka. His hair limply fell in his eyes as a towel hung around his waist. "Did mom just leave?"

The younger sibling nodded her head, "Yep."

"Where to?"

"Grocery store."

The eyes of the male widened, "She didn't wait for me!" shouted Sokka in irritation, "I told her I wanted to go!" He began to pout.

Katara raised a thinly arched eyebrow, "I wouldn't blame mom for leaving, Sokka. The last time she took you, you couldn't help but eat five packages of snacks, FIVE PACKAGES, before she could even pay for them! And then you came home to eat a giant dinner."

"Hey! I was hungry that day! I didn't have a snack," defended Sokka crossing his arms over his bare chest.

"Uh huh," replied the sister as she rolled her eyes.

"It's the truth!"

"Sure Sokka." She left it at that to go back to her bathroom and hopefully take a shower to fully wake up. Katara was NOT a morning person.

The brother crossed his arms as he began walking back into his room to change into some normal clothes before he heard a loud scream and an angry Katara storm out in her bathrobe. "YOU LEFT ICE COLD WATER!" she accused her hair dripping water.

Sokka merely smirked as he closed the door to his room and walked over to a box with his clothing.

Ah, revenge was sweet for the older sibling.

Well... not until he found a giant spider in the jean pant he was trying to put on.

He might have enjoyed pestering his younger sister, off-roading, and fishing with his dad, wandering into "No Trespassing" zones and shoot animals with a slingshot, but one thing that he would NOT do was play with spiders.

He was NOT going to touch that monster (which was about two inches in diameter).

Sokka paused swearing he heard a soft chuckle. His head turned to his bed. That was were he heard this supposed laughter, but no one was there; he jolted his eyes around the room. "I could have sworn..."

The air conditioning system picked up and started blowing air from the floors. The teenager looked down to the vent felling foolish for that instance; he laughed it off.

"Only the wind..."

Now... to get rid of the monster...

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AN: Chapter one. Done. I wanted to write this because I have three reasons.

One: it's been on my mind for a while. I thought of this to be the perfect Zutara fanfic.

Two: It's going to take many turns holding much emotion I know I have pent up inside. So don't be surprised if you'll laugh one chapter and feel sick the next.

Three: Well... you'll find out the third reason later on. Something tells me I should wait to add this point.

Please review, and I'll give you a cookie. XD