Disclaimer: If I owned Avatar Mai and Zuko would already be married and runaway on the bird thing Zuko owns, and any hints of Zutara would be flamed mercilessly. Bwahaha. So as you can see, I do not own Avatar.-nodnod-
She could not marry him. She did not love him, and she never would. They held no longing in their gaze, no passion in their stares. They were nothing more than friends. But, they were forced to be more. The marriage was something she had wanted avoid completely. Yet she had to marry Zuko, it was her duty, as many had told her before. Their marriages would bring peace to both Nations, and everyone would live happily ever after.
Except her. She would be dreaming that the Firelord who held her close was instead a tall airbending monk, and in her sleep she would be happier then any other point in her life. She saw the look on his face, it was blank, lifeless, not at all the face of a young man being married. And she saw his eyes. The gold pools would occasional dart towards the growing crowds, towards a tall, pale young woman. Unlike the smiling faces around her, she remained solemn, and cold looking, her porcelain features lacking of emotion. Beneath his mask she could see the look of turmoil, the love he could not show for that young woman off in the crowd.
Her eyes flickered upon another solemn face in the crowd. Aang had never been good at masking emotion, and the pain was burrowed deep within his storm gray eyes, the cheerful smile on his face a desperate attempt to hide it. Her heart sobbed pitifully within her. They had been best friends for years, always a longing to be more, but never a statement to request it was heard. She whished now more than ever she could run, just run away into his arms and pretend this had never happened. She would not be dressed in a gorgeous silk wedding gown, married to a man she barely knew.
She knew if she glanced at her reflection, she would see not a cheerful bride to be, but a heartbroken young woman about to be married to the man she does not love. Her blue eyes would fake happiness, concealing the sorrow beneath. She would put on a smile, for all those others. She could not do this. She couldn't do this. It would be betraying her heart. She shook her head sadly, feelings the tears drip down her cheeks, carelessly ignored. Most asummed this was tears of joy, but four people knew better. For on the inside they were doing the same.
A/N: I'm sorry. I know you all are probably going WTF! by now, but yeah. This is just something random that popped into my mind. I added Maikoness too, as you can see. D This is just what would happen if Katara /really/ was froced to marry Zuko. She wouldn't fall desperately in love with him. Blargh you Zutara!-shakes fist into air-
Yeah. Review plz.