AN: ok, I am so sry ppl, but I have to rewrite this entire thing! Gah!
Chapter 1: Consciences and firewood
Disclaimer: if I owned Avatar, would I be writing a fanfic?
Katara walked through the woods to get firewood; her brother used the last bit to clunk Zuko over the head with. It had been a few weeks since Iroh and Zuko has joined them, and Zuko and Sokka Still couldn't get along. Meanwhile…
Zuko sat slumped over his fish in his tent, absorbed in his thoughts. He wanted to enjoy his dinner, and he certainly couldn't do it with that annoying peasant, Sokka harassing him. Zuko touched the spot on his head where the bump used to be. Katara had healed it, but it still hurt. "Stupid peasant brat…" Zuko muttered to himself. But his thoughts were not on the water tribe peasant outside by the campfire, nor the fish slowly getting colder in front of him, they were on the other peasant, Katara.
Ever since he and Iroh had joined the Avatar, Katara had had a (for lack of a better word,) alluring effect on him. Although he really didn't call her peasant anymore, in fact, back home, she was still considered a water tribe princess. The only one he couldn't get along with was her ' Warrior ' brother Sokka. No matter how many times he tried to get along with him, Sokka would have none of it. Why he tried to be friendly, he didn't know, except for the fact that maybe he was seeking redemption in Katara's eyes, his conscience reasoned with him. But here's the thing, since three years ago he ignored his conscience, till now. Well, it's a part of me too, consciences should know that type of stuff, I think…
Three weeks had passed, and Katara couldn't seem to keep her mind off of a certain firebending prince. She didn't hate him, or dislike him, so what did she think about him? Katara sighed, Consciences can be so confusing… Katara continued on, only stopping to pick up still burnable leaves and sticks.
A few minutes later, and Katara returned to camp with enough firewood for a week, (even if a few pieces were wasted on someone.) Zuko heard her walk back into camp, and got out to put his dish away, not being broken out of his trance before it was too late… "AHHH!" Zuko bumped into Katara, hard, but then caught her before she hit the ground. The two benders blushed, mumbled some thank yous, and your welcomes, and sat down. Hmmm… Zuko thought to himself, Maybe I should talk to Katara… No. The prince didn't know what he really thought about her, so he would refrain from talking to her until he was sure. "Zuko, could you light this firewood? I need some warmth to cook my dinner, considering no one left me any," She said, glaring at Sokka and Aang. "Hey, there's no point in letting your food get cold, is there?" Katara swatted Sokka and watched as Zuko lit a fire, mumbled something about, "needing to collect his thoughts…" and returned to his tent. Katara looked after him, but then shrugged it off, and continued to cook her dinner, sinking back into her own thoughts as well.
AN: ok, I was string to delete another story, and accidentally deleted this one, so uhh… I'm retyping it all, it's a good thin I printed up to chapter 13, but I'll have to rewrite the ones after that.