Avatar the Last Airbender: PostWar

No, I don't own Avatar, otherwise Zuko and Katara would be together. Here's the story:

"Aang, where are we going?" Katara asked, her eyes blindfolded and Aang leading her to a door. Aang opened the door and took off the blindfold, gasping in shock.

"Oh Aang, it looks just like before! Except for the Southern Water tribe marking isn't there," Katara stated, and with one move she Water bended the carving into the wall. Since her village had been destroyed by Fire nation the Northern Water tribe has been rebuilding it, but the only Waterbender who had seen her room before, besides Katara, was Aang when she first met him. As a present to her, he made her room again, including the fur carpet and traditional water tribe artifacts. Katara hugged him tightly and they kissed only briefly because a knock on the door separated them.

"Hey Aang, did she like it?" Sokka said, opening the flap and entering the room, only to leave in disgust when he saw them in each other's arms and grumble something about 'doing something gross with my sister.' Katara blushed and giggled, while Aang stared at her, remarking in her beauty.

The war was over. Ozai defeated. The world was re-building itself, and even a few airbenders revealed themselves when peace was made global. Aang moved them all to the Eastern Air temple, and began to train them and rebuild the great legend of the Airbenders.

Aang realized the list of things he had to do and parted from Katara, moving her hair loopie away from her face. He kissed her again, and as she started to lean into him again, another picture came to his mind. He pictured the airbenders waiting for him, still fragile from opening themselves to their true natures. There were only a handful of them, and they were all looking to Aang for instruction and shelter.

"Katara. We need to talk," he said, sitting down on the new bed and beckoning Katara to him. She sat down, still smiling brightly, still happy for the moment. Aang took a deep breath, and closed his eyes.

"Katara, I loved you since I met you. You know I have. And these past months have been wonderful with you, but I finally realize what I need to do. I need to rebuild the air temples, bring back balance to the world, with all the four nations. I would love to do this with you, but I need to do it alone, and I can't bring myself to force you to stay with me. Katara, you've always been there for me, but I don't think as my girlfriend, no matter how much I have wanted you to be. Katara, I never really knew my parents, I grew up with the monks. So when you and Sokka brought me in, I guess I sort of matched you two with my parents. You'll always be family, but I think we shouldn't be together. I'm sorry Katara," he finished, opening his eyes and looking Katara in the eye. She didn't look sad, she looked furious. She stood up, melted the entire room and shot it all at Aang, who was completely shocked.

Katara ran, ignoring the staring faces of her brother, Suki, and her father, and water bended on the water, with no direction in mind, just anger. By the time she reached land, the moon was up and she felt more powerful, and more rage. She started to create a whirlpool around her, getting bigger and bigger. By the time the sun came up, she stopped bending and looked around, surveying the damage. The entire beach was destroyed and everywhere she looked she saw trees falling and land flooded. She was still at the beach of whichever nation, and she knew she would have to answer to someone. But she couldn't take it right now, and thought about returning home. She was once again filled with rage and created a water spout, spinning her up into the air while she screamed to the sun, furious for weakening her. She knew people were gathering around the beach, but she didn't care. She had no idea how long she bended the water furiously, but before she could stop herself she ended up passed out on a beach listening to the sound of distant cries.

"Katara, can you hear me?" Katara was still groggy, and turned away, not wanting to wake up quite yet. But she felt she shoulders shaking and her eyes burst open. All the water in the room flew up, and froze into ice spikes in front of the stranger. Katara then got hold of herself and released the water, grabbing her head with her hands. Katara then realized the 'stranger' was the Fire Lord himself. She was lying down on a sort, big bed in a room that looked like a royal suite

"Zuko?" she said, more confused than she had ever been. Zuko smiled and brought a cup of water to her mouth, where she sipped it shyly and closed her eyes again. Zuko stared at her, wondering what happened to create this giant affect on her, and after minutes of silence, couldn't hold in his curiosity.

"Katara, what happened?" he asked and her eyebrow quirked.

"I never knew the Fire Lord was so curious about a water peasant," she joked, but Zuko was serious.

"Katara, you created a mini-tsunami, froze eighteen people, and ruined fifty miles of coastline. Watchers in the Earth kingdom were complaining about the strong tides. Then you passed out of sheer exhaustion. Something definitely was wrong. Why wasn't Aang or Sokka with you?" he asked, and Katara opened her eyes and started crying. Zuko, assuming a family fatality, thought the worse and began to comfort her.

"He'll always be with you, Katara. You guys were so close. It's just a part of life. Just don't let the grief destroy you," he said, rubbing her back as she hugged him tightly. Katara bawled louder and tried to wipe her tears on Zuko's shirt.

"But…his excuse -wail- was that….he wanted to….. rebuild -sob- the….air temples!" she cried. Zuko was now confused, thinking that someone had died, but now clueless. He pushed her back a little bit and looked into her eyes.

"Wait, Katara, what happened? Did someone die?" he asked, feeling a little stupid, but unwilling to let this miscommunication go on. Katara, also confused, stopped crying for a little bit. She wiped her nose and swallowed back the tears, getting ready to speak.

"Aang broke up with me. I left the Southern water tribe and ended up here," she replied. Zuko started laughing. Katara, realizing he wasn't feeling pity for her, started throwing a pillow at him.

"He said I was like his mother!" she growled, taking out her anger on Zuko via pillow. At this, Zuko began laughing even harder, and Katara thought she could make out, "Oh my God that's sooo true. I never noticed but it's sooo obvious!" Katara hit him harder until he fell off the bed, but he was still laughing. Once he was done and Katara was sitting on the bed pouting with no more pillows to throw, he got back up.

"Katara, I thought someone died. I never really did see you and Aang together anyways. You'll be fine," he said, and however strange it sounded, Katara took comfort in his words and got up, stretching. Being with a friend got her mind of Aang, for no matter how short the time.

"How long have I been out?" she asked, washing her face and sniffing herself, not pleased with the result. Zuko snickered again and stood up, walking around.

"Three weeks. I was wondering when you would wake up. But I knew nothing serious happened. Sokka's here, though. Do you want to see him?" Zuko asked, and Katara nodded. And it was decided; Katara would clean up and go meet her brother, and Zuko would go and wake up his girlfriend, Mai, who had slept late.

Katara ran outside to see not her brother, but Aang sitting outside, his head faced to the ground. That bastard, she thought as she tried to go back, but Aang heard her and looked up.

"Katara…"

So, tell me what you thought please!