I dance. My body flows in movements that keep people mesmerized and I dance for myself, no matter what others may say. When I was little I danced. My mother would smile and dance with me her body moving in a way that made me try to match hers and make my arms and legs move in a way that they shouldn't just to for fill a hidden pattern. I grew up, dancing. My mother didn't. She was murdered by the fire nation when I was little, that's when I really became a dancer.

I was captured and when the guards saw me dancing in my jail cell with tears falling from my eyes they told the fire lord and I was sent to be another private dancer for the royal family. I danced everyday not noticing who was watching or where I was. When I turned thirteen I learned that being a dancer wasn't the dream I wanted. Dancers became concubines when they hit the age of 18, dancers by day warm beds by night.

With that thought in mind I would keep my dancing to myself and miss steps on purpose during acts and even make my body move off tempo just so eyes would stay off me. I had no intention of really pleasing the nation that was responsible for my mother's death. That was until the Prince came home, with the avatar.

Prince Zuko was banished not long after I came to the palace. He was sent on a mission to find the avatar in order to regain his honor; I guess he found the avatar despite the rumors of the whole mission being impossible.

I danced. The avatar was beaten. The party was huge and as the sun set dancers became stripers and I slipped off into the night making sure that no guard found me interesting. I was 17, and dreading my next birthday. I stopped in a garden in the palace and stared down into the small pond at my feet looking at my reflection. My dark brown hair was tied back in a large braid, with two single stands hanging loose. Beads filled my hair. My face was covered in makeup. I was wearing a silver dress that covered the bottom half of my breasts and then showed my whole back and belly then finished with a short skirt.

I was a fire nation dancer. Furious with the way I looked I ripped my braid out and then twirled around and began my dance. I felt my body heat up with anger for the life I have lived being touched by guys in places I rather them not, even though I had fabric between their hands and my flesh. The small portions of food, the dieting to shape our bodies, the dancing that didn't flow like I wanted it to, I hated it all.

I let my entire anger bound up and then tied it together with the thought of my mother and I danced faster. I pulled the water out of the pond and bent it around me like small blue flames as I danced. My name was Katara and I am a dancer.

--Zuko—

The party was a waste of time. Whores would drape their half naked bodies over me rubbing my thighs and shaking their asses. I continued to push them off of me. I kept seeing my uncle the day I caught the avatar. He seemed a little disappointed, but he soon dropped it and congratulated me like I wanted him to.



I did nothing as they beat the avatar in front of me. People cheered for me and my dad restored my honor, and said if I kept it up I might have the thrown. My sister flashed me her wicked grin and then turned away, when she thought I wasn't looking I was her face flare with jealousy. I needed to get away.

I ran to my mother's garden and listened to the party in the distance as I sat at the foot of a tree. The garden was dead quiet the only noise came from the party until a young woman came running up to the pond. Her hair was in a thick braid and her silver dress let me label her as a dancer. I was just about to yell at her to leave and give me some peace when she ripped her hair out of the braid spraying beads everywhere, and began to dance with a passion I have never seen before. She didn't look like she was dancing for me but for hate, and anger.

I watched her twirl and lift her leg up each of her muscles working as one. I shook off the magic and stood up and walked towards her. She spun around as fast as she could with one leg bent and the other stretched up. Then she fell in exhaustion and I caught her. I looked into her flushed face. She looked at me with no emotion. Her mouth opened wide as she panted for air. Her eyes were a bright sapphire blue. I pulled her mouth to mine and kissed her just as passionately as she danced.

She responded with a kiss full of intensity and just as I licked her lower lip her tongue plunged into my mouth and she fought for dominance with me. On of my hands tangled into her hair pushed her closer to me, the other held her body to mine by her lower back. Her hands were draped around my neck. We separated for a breath of air and her eyes glassed over as she pushed herself out of my arms. I grabbed her arm and tried to pull her back but a wave of water pushed me away. I heated up my body and let the water steam away from my clothes as I watched her run away from me, just before she vanished she looked back and I saw her eyes look at me with wanting and horror.

Then she was gone. I left the garden and went to my chambers and took an ice-cold shower to release all of the tension. I couldn't stop picturing her eyes, and the way her body pressed against mine. I slept and dreamt of her dancing as her eyes stayed wide open looking at me, dancing for me.

--Katara—

His body felt so good against mine. His eyes showed all of the intensity and passion that I felt every time I danced. His scar did nothing but enhance his muscular jaw and perfect lips. The second my lips met his I wanted more. I pushed myself in to the kiss and felt him relax into me, his muscles flexed as they pulled me closer. His body was hot.

Once I realized that I was kissing a fire bender, I pulled away then pushed myself out of his arms. I bent a wave at him then took off running. Despite my determination not to look back I did and I almost turned around and ran back to the golden eyes looking at me, then I watched as the water steamed from his clothes and I ran faster. I went right back to my small chambers that I shared with another dancer. I stumbled into the room as she was pleasuring some soldier on her bed. His moans made me grab my towel and run back out of the room faster than I ran from the fire bender I had just kissed. I went to the shower room and took a hot shower trying to let it make me warm up from the strange coldness that has filled my body since his warm arms let go of me.



I spent the rest of the night sleeping in the nursery hidden from view. In the morning I went back to my room and put of the usual red strappy dress then went to the room where we practiced. I walked in and started to fall into the dance with all of the other dancers. At the end of practice our instructor told us all to line up. My body was covered in sweet. We all stood statue still as a younger girl ran past us spraying a flowery perfume then the fire lord and his son were announced. I watched as the man I kissed walked in with the fire lord.

My body shook with fear. The fire lord glared down at all of us, "My son is requesting the company of a dancer tonight, maybe two." He winked at his son and a few of the girls stuck out their chests as far as they could and sucked in their stomachs, I tried to do the opposite. They knew that if you were favored by the fire lord or the prince that could mean your own room, better food and less practice.

Price Zuko stepped forwards and scanned down the row stopping at me. My eyes met his and I couldn't tell if he saw my fear and my wish to stay invisible. If he did he shook it off and walked over to me and lifted my chin so my eyes locked with his.

"Her." Our trainer clapped her hands and began talking to Zuko with so much passion about how I was a wonderful dancer and a great choice. The fire lord snapped at her and she shut up and we all watched as the two left the room.

Ms. Lee grabbed me and dragged me to the shower room dismissing the other girls. She took me to the private baths for special occasions and filled with steamy hot water and pushed me in. My skin burned as she scrubbed it off. She drained half of the water then gallons of fire lily perfume were dumped in. She scrubbed my hair then put a gel into it and wrapped a towel around it. The gel would make my hair thicken and give it a glossy shine. She waxed my eyebrows, then my whole body. I sat with sore skin in a hot tub of perfume as she furnished with putting red dye onto my lips and letting it set as she rinsed out my hair. Two other girls did my nailed with silver tips.

I was pulled from the tub and dried quickly and winced as Lee brushed my hair then put in long curls down my back. Black eyeliner and mascara was applied son after the red lipstick. Glittery silver eyes shadow was smeared above my eyes. A girl ran into the room holding a small blue slip of fabric, "The Prince wants her to wear this."

A deep blue dress was strapped on to me. It was light silky fabric and was held up by two straps over my shoulders and it clung to my body then flew out in waves of blue after my waist. The top was heart shaped. Like every other dancer requested I had nothing but the dress on. By the time I was done it was time for me to be put into the Prince's chambers.

--Zuko—

All I could think of was the dancer that would be waiting for me in my room when I got back. Time got away from me in the war room going over various strategies. I finally was on my way back to my room when the thought of her waiting made me hurry. I opened my door and then walked through the sitting room to my bed chambers. There on the bed was the dancer from last night. She was wearing the dress I 

requested. Her hair was down in brown waves just as I wanted it. It must have been later than I thought because she was fast asleep in the center of my bed with the dress pulled against her for warmth. I smiled then took a shower and put on a simple pair of silky shorts then climbed on to the bed next to her. I pulled her body closer to mine. She let out a small mew then cuddled into my side. I wrapped my arms around her and watched her sleep. Within a few seconds her eyes began to flutter open.

I looked down at her as her face lit up with fear. He checks reddened and she tried to push her way out of my arms. I grabbed her arm as she sat up then but my other hand on her cheek. She was looking at the door then finally her eyes drifted back to me shyly. When her eyes met mine again I pulled her into a deep kiss.

--Author—

Lol, anyway hay guys how's it a goin? I was browsing through other zutara fanfics and I felt like writing my own because I liked the idea of Katara being a dancer since that episode when she danced with Aang. Anyway, review if you like it and I'll try and continue if I find the free time. Kind of weird that all of my other avatar stories didn't get much of a response so I deleted them but I hope you guys like this one.