The Southern Raiders: redone

After escaping from the Fire nation attack at the western temple, the team sets camp for the night on a windy hill.

No one had the decency to talk especially since everyone was separated due to the attack. Everyone else sat around the camp fire while KAtara sat upon the hill gazing upon the the gracefully moving sea. Finally, words were spoken.

"I think we should all just lay low for a while," the voive said. It was Zuko's. "If anything, we should try the best we don't do anything that'll cause any commotion," he said, "Clearly it's the last thing that we need right now."

"Yeah right, like you would anything about being controllable!" Katara lashed out. "You think that just because you do a few good things, doesn't mean that you can tell me what do!"

"Katara," Aang reasoned. "More fighting won't do us any good."

"whatever," she scoffed and walked away. Zuko chased after her and finally caught up and grabbed her by the wrist.

"Did I say anyting back there that might've hrt you?" he said apologetically, " If I did then-"

"Shut up!" she lashed again. "I dont' want to hear anything from you right now. Especially since your people separated me and my father for the third time!"

"Will you get it through your thick skull that I'm not one of them anymore?!" he almost screamed. She pushed him back, but he was resilient, accidentally pushing them down, him on top of her. They blushed with their hair touching, almost mingling. They got up too embarrassed to say anything. She called it a night and went into her tent and wrote in her diary.

Dear diary,

What's happening to me? I can't think straight whenever he talks! I feel so angry and yet at the same time relived that there's one less person out to get us. I don't want to have to say this, but I think it's good that he's trying. I don't see why I should trust him though. He group up around evil, and betrayal would definitely be a forte for him.

I miss my dad… so much. Only one night together and he's taken away again. I need to know when what I can call a family will be in my grasp again, especially my mother. She really cared and loved me. I miss her.

She finished and closed her diary leaving a teardrop on the page and slept.