AN: I love this story, I hope some of you will feel the same way. I wrote most of the chapter's but it's still a work in progress, so who knows what direction I'll take it.
So before each chapter I put a lyric from "Love the Way You Lie", Eminem ft. Rihanna.
Read & Replie, I love critics!
Chapter One
Just gonna' stand there and hear me cry? But that's alright, because I love the way you lie,
Katara manipulated the rain to a standstill, bubbles in midair. Tears streamed down her blotchy face, with vengeance in her eyes, she turned the rain drops into sharp, deadly icicles. She aimed them at the flesh of the man who killed her mother. This was her chance for revenge on the ex Captain of the Southern Raiders. She wanted to see his blood spilt on the ground, mixed with the mud. She pointed the spears like arrows, and with a deep breath, or sigh of relief, she forced the razors to slice through the air.
But as they where about to puncture his withering old skin, they melted back into rain drops and fell on him without any pain. She turned back to Zuko, who nodded his head with understanding, though his eyes revealed confusion, if not disappointment. But they both held their heads high as they walked away from the old man, and kept up their gait until his sobs could no longer be distinguished from the rain itself.
It poured as they slugged through the mud in silence. The down pour drowned out Katara's cries. They were making their way to a barn in the country where Apa was sleeping when Zuko suddenly, but gently, grabbed her hand.
"Katara, I think what you did back there was very brave." They stood under the canopy which offered little protection from the water drops and constricted the darkness under its grip; no light could penetrate its fortress. Zuko stared at her hand. How soft, his mind softly cooed but he put a stop to the thoughts before they could spread. But it was too late, the alluring idea was already planted, and even under force, he couldn't stop it from growing. But he kept his respectful composure, he could not forget who he was talking to, who's trust he was fighting to regain. He swallowed hard before he continued. "Most people don't have the restraint to do what you did." His eyes slowly lingered up to her face. Their fingers started intertwining.
Zuko…" Katara was purposely avoiding eye contact, she barely avoided one mistake, she didn't want to stumble into another. "It wasn't easy. I still wish… I did something to that monster," she let go of his hands and turned away from him, "I let him go too easily." Zuko traced her silhouette with his eyes.
"Katara…" he couldn't stand to see such an innocent woman upset, it reminded him about his own mother. He carefully walked over to her and slowly turned her around. He gazed at her and her tear-filled eyes. His hands pulled her closer to him, and Katara slowly gave in to the temptation of a warm hug. And despite her former disproval of his joining, right now, she needed him. She needed his strength and heat to make her calm.
Zuko took her hug as a sign of acceptance. He did need her, to save the world, and himself. So it was only innocent when he started pulling her closer to him. When one arm snaked around her waist, it was a harmless gesture. That's what he repeated in his head when his body started acting on impulse. The seed was growing, taking over his body, whispering new feelings about Katara. But unlike before, he didn't stop this takeover, in fact, he accepted it. He let his other hand glide up her back, dusting his finger tips on her skin.
She felt goose bumps run up her spine. Stop this Katara! He head screamed, but her body ignored it. She never had feelings for Zuko before, in fact, she could even say she hated him. Her arms found their way behind his neck, pulling him closer. This is not the Katara she knows, she does not act this way just because she's with some pretty boy. And what about Aang?
She couldn't ignore the facts: he liked her, a lot, and she did feel the same way… she thinks. There was so much to consider about, so much to analyze. She always had to think about her actions. Anytime she explored outside the neat lines set for her, everything would explode in her face. But she's tired of thinking, of having to control herself. So when the voice of reason in her head was suddenly being talked over by something more alluring, she listened. Just go for it… who will ever know? And won't it make you happy?
"What are we doing?" Katara's reason breathed it's last chance for order.
"I don't know," Zuko whispered. He leaned into her, her cold breath a distinct and pleasant difference to his; warm and fiery. Their lips met with a small and stiff kiss, both unsure on each other's reactions. They parted for a moment, a taste of reassurance settled on them like a warm blanket. They pulled one another in so close their heart-beats could be felt through the other's chest. Their lips kissed with a desperate passion, their hands clawing into each other.
Zuko's lust overtook him and he parted her, then slammed her back against the closest tree. Her back stung and burned from the bark, stabbing her through her clothing. Red-flags went off, but before she could react his lips where on her again, and the pain was forgotten. They kissed as the mist from the down pour engulfed them completely.