Hehehe HAHAH your mine again! Here it is the first Sequel of Two. Yes two. Considering that I am still getting suggestions from both reviews and private messages (YES! I love it don't stop) for either ending A or B. But I did tally them up and I have a tie. Whew ya'll really know how to put some stress on a writer.

I am writing this one first. This is the sequel to A. The sequel to B should be up in a few...days? weeks? hours? I'm not sure. But if you need a recap as to which one is which.

A: (this one) Malana died and Katara kicked her corpse. Zuko burned Azula's hands trying to get away, and Katara used ice breath to freeze the old ladies.

B: (next sequel) Malana was saved by Haru after she was being burned at the stake. Katara bit down on Azula's neck and 'paralyzed' her. The old ladies were asleep.

Does that work?

I read this thing alot and I found a few errors. If ahave a few don't burn me, but if there is a ridiculous amount let me know.I know that there will be unhappy people out there because I did both or I didn't do the right one first but...HAVE PATIENTS! I only have eleven fingers!...wait...hold on...Ten! Yes ten fingers. I'm rambling on with the story.

Starts up right after "Not Me" left off.

Zuko stared out as the water as his sister's ship sailed away. He smiled to himself and reached up cutting his hair at the base of his pony tail. It was a step closer to freedom from under his father's thumb. He took a deep breath and let his hair fall to the ground.

"Zuko?" It was Katara. She walked over to him and looked up at his head where his hair had been removed.

"You don't like it?" Katara smiled and rubbed his head and hugged him tight.

"I love it. The only thing is now when you won't do something I can't drag you." She laughed and hugged him tight.

They walked back to the village where Haru had declared it a day of celebration as a leap toward the end of the war. Zuko frowned. It was far from over. Things would now be ten times worse then before if not more then that.

Aang walked over and handed Riyo to his father. Zuko smiled and hugged the child then wrapped his free arm around Katara. He leaned over and rested his head against the top of her's his mouth right above her ear.

"What do you say we finalize this entire thing?" Katara turned and looked at Zuko with a smile and tickled Riyo under his chin.

"Only in the eyes of the spirits would it be finalized. We are already married in spirit." Zuko nodded. He looked up at his uncle as he sat at the main table drinking hsi tea and enchanting the younger people with his stories of heroism and heartbreak.

How things had changed and Zuko knew that it wasn't over yet. Something in him could sense a greater change coming one that would rock the the very ground they stood on. Zuko could feel himself changing aswell, he felt more sure of himself, more secure of who he was. To hell with tryign to reclaim his throne. He was going to take back his kingdom and set free all of the people who so loyally live in fear from a Lord that would no sooner send them to war to die then to look at them. He knew he could do it now, the love of his life by his side, his son safe in his arms, the loyalty and love of his uncle, and two new friends that he had never imagined having.

Katara stared up at Zuko as he was lost in his own little weird Zuko world, so deeply intranced that he seemed oblivious to almost everything around him. She stared to walk off but his arm tightened around her as he came out of it.

"Where are you going?" Katara smiled and slapped him lightly on the arm.

"Where have you been? I was talking to you and you just weren't payign any attention to me." Zuko furrowed his eyebrows with an appologenic smile.

"I'm sorry I was thinking." Katara stared wide eyed at the prince.

"Did you just appologize? Oh my god hell is freezing over!" Zuko frowned at her as she laughed.

"Fine see if I appologize to you again." She smiled and kissed his cheek.

"That's the smart ass I fell in love with. I'm going to go clean up a little, get us a seat." Zukj onodded and watched as Katara started to walk of, but she stopped and turned around. She walked back over to him and with a stern glare looked him in the eyes.

"Don't kill my brother."

"Ah man you ruin all my fun." Katara pursed her lips.

"Fine fine." Katara smiled and walked off. Zuko watched her, it was unbelievable how much he loved her. He shouldn't, he wasn't supposed to but he did and that made it all the more inticing.

Now he was doing the unthinkable. He was going to marry this girl and take her as his life partner. He wasn't associated with the firenation any more, thus there was no blasphemy in taking her as his wife or as the mother of his illigitimate child.

Zuko sat down on the overlook and let his legs hang over the side. Riyo sat happily and plump in his father's lap. Zuko smile and ruffled his hair that was growing out thick and black. Riyo grinned and grabbed Zuko's hand holding on tight.

"You are getting strong. One day you will be stronger then me...and your mother combined." Zuko smiled and looked again back out over the water. He had burned his sister. He had burned her arms like his father had burned his face. He didn't feel bad. She actually smiled while watching thier father burn him. She knew now what pain he went through physically. A knot settled in Zuko's stomach as a feeling and a thought entered his head.

"I want her to feel the emotional and the mental anguish that I felt.." He growled. He had a taste of revenge and now he craved more. She was going to pay for all those years of persecution at the eyes of his grandfather, for being better then him at everything. Zuko's eyes were dark and Riyo started to cry.

Zuko snapped out of his trance and held his son up close to his shoulder.

"Shhh. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to frighten you. Shhh. Shh, now. Daddy's got you." Zuko said softly.

"You are such a cream puff." Zuko frowned and turneda round to glare at Sokka.

"And what are you?"

"Look I didn't come up here to argue. I wanted to thank you for looking out for my sister." Zuko's frown deepened as he stood up and stared at Sokka.

"There is no thanks needed. I love Katara and by that I will protect her no matter what. It wasn't a chore, or a duty. It was what I wanted to do." Sokka shook his head and stuck his hands in the air in a sign of surrenderance.

"Okay okay. But I still don;t like you."

"Well the feeling is mutual." Zuko hissed. Riyo giggled and stuck his little arms out towards Sokka. Zuko shook his head and handed the baby over to his ...uncle.

"But I guess it isn't unanimous." Zuko shook his head and smiled. At least his son wasn't biased, and it was a good thing that Katara's family was willing to take in his son. True that they didn't know the whole story behind it, and neither did the Avatar. If he had it his way they never would. He knew that Katara didn't look at him any different, but if she did it was only from a more fonder point of view. But the others. They would judge him, look on him as a disgrace. He had been looked down upon as a faliure his entire life, from most of his family and the nation, aside from his mother and uncle Iroh. He was not going to have his new life and his new family look upon him like he was nothing.

Katara walked up behind them and smiled. They weren't killing each other and that was a good thing. But she noticed that Zuko had a weird expression on his face. Somethign was worrying him. She knew him to well to not noticed that his mind was boggaling over something.

"Zuko..." She said as she walked over to them.

"Yes?"

"Can we talk?" Zuko frowned. He had never heard of a woman saying that when the man wasn't in trouble. Katara looked at her brother then took Zuko's arm in hers.

"Alone. Please." Zuko didn't like that any more.

"Ooooh. Your in trouble." Katara glared at her brother.

"Shut up. You might be next." Sokkasmiled and turned around walking back down in to the village talking to Riyo as he went.

"What did I do now?"

"You didn't do anything! I just wanted to talk."

"Women never want to just talk. There is always something."

"How would you know the only women you ever delt with was whores!" Zuko frowned and looked away from her. Katara sighed. She didn't mean to say that.

"You're keeping something from me."

"No. I would never keep anything from you." Zuko said without turnign his head back to look at her.

"Then what are you worried about?"

"Nothing."

"Liar."

"I'm not worried about nothing, okay? Now drop it." Zuko growled and walked off. Katara watched after him. Now she knew he was lying. What was she going to do with him.