Ok guys. This is my first shot at an Avatar fanfic. It's based on a picture I saw on deviantArt. Here's the link: http:/greenifymeDOTdeviantartDOTcom/gallery/#/d10jirf (obviously, replace the word DOT with an actual dot). So here goes.
"What's wrong with you?" Yelled Katara angrily.
"Me? What's wrong with me? What the hell is wrong with you?" retorted Zuko, "Why is it that every time I step out of our little campfire circle, you suspect me of running back to the fire nation? Do you really mistrust me that much?"
"Yes! I mistrust you that much! Why would I trust you after what happened in Ba Sing Se?"
Zuko ran his hands through his hair in frustration. "How many times do I have to apologize for that?" He yelled.
"You can apologize every day for all I care! It will never be enough!" Katara replied before storming away toward her room. Zuko followed, not wanting the water tribe girl to have the last word, but her door was slammed in his face. In his rage, he kicked it open. Katara had her back to him, but she turned at his entrance. He saw her glance toward the jug of water by her bed, but before she could bend it, he strode across the room and backed her against the dresser, pinning one arm to the furniture and the other to the wall. She struggled against his grip, but when it came to physical strength, he was bigger and stronger than she was. After a few moments, she simply glared. "What do you want?" she asked coldly.
"I want to know why you refuse to give me a second chance! Everyone else has. Why do you take it so personally that I went with Azula in Ba Sing Se? It had nothing to do with you!"
"Why did I take it personally? You made me feel sorry for you! I began to see things we had in common! I offered to heal your scar! I-" she glanced away, cheeks tinged pink.
"You what?" asked Zuko, shaking her slightly.
"I felt something in that cave," she said softly, "a connection with you. And when you chose Azula, I felt that betrayal much more because of that connection." Zuko stared at her for a moment, remembering. He remembered the tears running down her cheeks as she spoke of her mother. How she held herself as if trying to stop from shattering. How his heart twinged in understanding as he told her about his mother. How her hand had felt on his scar…the look in her eyes when he attacked the Avatar. He had almost turned back simply because of that look.
"Katara, I am sincerely sorry," he said. She glared again.
"Like I said, no matter how many times you say it, it will never be enough!" she said, her voice beginning to get louder. He returned her glare and leaned menacingly over her. Her cheeks were tinged with pink again.
And then he kissed her. Her eyes widened in surprise. Neither of them had expected it. But then she kissed him back, matching him in ferocity and passion. His hands found their way to her waist while hers worked their way into his hair, both of them fighting for control. This too was a battle, but one of a different kind. One that could not be won by either side.
