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Walking, waiting, alone without a care

A walk through the forest, that's exactly what he needed to clear his head. He had lost track of the Avatar again, and couldn't help but to lose his cool. His anger was taking control, which was not good for a firebender. He was really stressed because, for the fifth week in a row, he dreamt of her. He dreamt of holding her, kissing her, keeping her safe from this stupid war.

His dreams became more vivid. They turned into nightmares. He was killing her, hurting her, or she was dying in front of him.

Hoping and hating, the things I can't bare

He hated the fact that he was going soft, but, deep down inside, he was glad for it. His father's cold heart was the cause of his mother's death. He didn't want to cause anyone's death. Especially not Katara's. She hated him, but he didn't hate her. He wished that he was the Firelord, so he could stop the war, so he could be the hero, so Katara didn't hate him.

Did you think it's cool to walk right up to save my life and knock it up. Well did you? Well did you . . ?

He came to a clearing now, where he saw that the Avatar had made camp. The annoying water tribe boy and the Avatar were there, but she wasn't. He hid behind a tree, doing his best to stay quiet, in case she was awake somewhere.

I see hell in your eyes. Taken in by surprise, touching you makes me feel alive, touching you makes me die inside.

He heard a twig snap behind him. Before he could turn, a waterwhip lashed out at him, knocking him back. The first thing he noticed when he looked at her were her eyes. They were beautiful, yet he could see his destruction in them. He knew this would be the person who would bring him down, not the Avatar, not his father, not his sister, but Katara.

"Sokka, Aang, wake up! Zuko's here. Run!" They woke up startled. They saw that Zuko was on the floor, and that Katara had the situation under control. Seeing that Zuko was the only one, they let Katara handle it.

"We'll meet up later!" Aang said as Sokka and he flew away on Appa. Katara turned back to Zuko with a determined look in her eyes. Yes, that was what would bring him down, her eyes. She lashed out with her whip again, taking advantage of their position. Zuko dodged it and got up. He wasn't going to use firebending. He didn't want to hurt her, but knew that she wouldn't believe it. He kicked her in the stomach, causing her to gasp for breath. At that moment, he pinned her to a tree with his forearm on her neck. He wished that this wasn't the only way he could touch her. He wished that he could hold her in his arms. But, at the same time, he knew that she was the enemy, and that was all she would see him as anyway.

Walking waiting alone without a care, hoping and hating the things that I can't bare. Did you think it's cool to walk right up to save my life and knock it up? Well did you . . .? I hate you . . .

She saved him, but he hated her. Hated her because she made him weak, because he knew he couldn't have her.

I see hell in your eyes. Taken in by surprise, touching you makes me feel alive, touching you makes me die inside . . .

"Let me go!" The look in her eyes said it all. She wished he was dead. She wanted him to return to the fire he came from. He removed his arm from her neck, but the surprise caused Katara to just stand there, wondering why he had done as she said. He brushed her cheek with his fingers, wondering why the contact burned him inside, but made him feel so relieved.

"Despite my dreams and nightmares," He knew she had no idea what he was talking about, "I've slept so long without you and it's tearing me apart, too. How'd I get this far, playing games with this hurt heart. I've killed a million petty souls, but I couldn't kill you. I've slept so long without you . . ."

She looked at him strangely, but her eyes softened. She lifted her hand to touch his scar lightly with her fingers. "I-I know how you feel. You haven't left my thoughts since the North Pole."

Her eyes burned into him. His salvation, his downfall. He knew she would be his end. He could see the tears of confusion welling up in her eyes. He knew what it was like. Wanting something, but not being able to have it. He wrapped one arm around her waist and put his other hand on the nape of her neck, bringing her closer, until he caught her lips with his. It was a sweet kiss, short and pure.

He let her go that night. She returned to the Avatar and her brother and he prayed they did not find out about what had happened. He stopped chasing after them, and made his way back to the Fire Nation. He saw her again during the final battle. He sneaked into the palace, in an attempt to kill Ozai. But he was already in a face off with Aang. He was using Katara to keep the Avatar at bay, and it was more than Zuko could take. He felt a surge of power within him, and bombarded his father with attacks, careful not to hurt Katara. When his father let Katara go, Zuko hurried to her side, carrying her away from the attacks that the Avatar was now sending the Firelord.

From where they were, Katara and Zuko could see Ozai being killed by the Avatar. The war was over, and they could live in peace. This time, it was Katara who initiated the kiss, both of them ignoring their surroundings, trapped in their own world.

Yes. Katara would be the death of him, but she was also his reason to live.

I see hell in your eyes. Taken in by surprise, touching you makes me feel alive, touching you makes me die inside. I see hell in your eyes. Taken in by surprise, touching you makes me feel alive, touching you makes me die inside. I see hell in your eyes. Taken in by surprise touching you makes me feel alive touching you makes me die inside . . .

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