I'm currently working on my first fanfic. This is the first part. Please review!
I do not own the characters. The characters are from The Avatar.
Katara sat a few feet behind Aang and muttered, "I wish this war would end soon. I hate this war." She was in an oasis of the Northern Water Tribe keeping watch while Aang could enter the Spirit World to find the Moon and Ocean Spirits. Aang believed that he might gain some wisdom from these spirits that might be of some help with the battle. Sokka had run off to….
"So do I," said a familiar voice. Katara jumped, startled and turned around to see Zuko walking away from the water, drenched.
"What are you doing here?!" Katara demanded. "And what do you mean, 'so do you'?"
"I don't like the war either," Zuko answered, ignoring the first question.
"Why shouldn't you? The Fire Nation is destroying all of the other Nations. They're getting everything they want."
"Maybe, but not me," Zuko muttered.
"You're not any better than the rest of your Nation. The only thing you're incapable of getting is Aang. You're so busy chasing the Avatar while everyone else is fighting for their lives," Katara said, angrily. "My father is away with the rest of the men of our village fighting, and I lost my mother because or the war." Katara added this last part in a gentler tone.
"Well, that's one thing we have in common. I lost my mother too," Zuko told Katara softly.
Katara stood up and slowly walked toward Zuko, unsure of what to think. She never really thought about Zuko having a soft side because he never showed it. Whenever they ran into him, he seemed angry and only cared about catching Aang. When Katara reached Zuko, she wordlessly sat next to him. They just sat in silence for a few minutes. Katara kept looking over at Aang and around the Oasis, and Zuko just stared at the ground in front of him.
Katara looked over at Zuko and seeing his scar, asked "How did you get that scar?" This is something she had wondered about a few times.
Zuko waited a few moments before answering Katara's question. "It's a scar my father gave me, for speaking out of turn."
"Oh, I'm sorry." Katara said softly, looking into Zuko's eyes as she said this. She hesitated before slowly reaching over and gently placing a hand on part of the scar and saying, "Maybe, maybe I can heal if for you."
"You can heal it?" asked Zuko in a more gentle tone than he's used to using, and met Katara's gaze.
"I think so. This has special properties so I can heal tougher things." replied Katara, pulling a small vial from her coat. Before she knew it, Zuko was leaning in towards her, his eyes still on hers, as if pulling her in to him. Without breaking their gaze, Katara leaned towards Zuko until their lips met. For a split second, she panicked and nearly pulled back, but instead she closed her eyes and returned the kiss.