A/N: Extremely aangsty. This was written for my friend because she was complaining how I don't write Zutara. -Hah- I wonder why...

I just want to say... I hate Zutara. I am very ashamed for writing this.

Hope you're happy now, Yue. I know I'm not.

By the way, the title is SOOO random. I think it's the best part of the fic . OH well, suppose I may get some Zutarian readers. Please R&R my darlings.

-cries- I luffles you Aang!

Disclaimer: I do NOT own Avatar: The Last Airbender or any of the characters within it.

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Trust to Lust; No Fairydust

Aang remembered it all. Everything.

He didn't want to. He wanted it to go away.

Why wouldn't they go away?!

Those memories. Those horrible, yet seemingly countless memories. So many times he'd cried. So many times he'd hide it for her sake.

He began to trust him so much, too. It all became a downfall since that mission to find the source of Katara's guilt, shame and hate. Her pain. He found a way to comfort her in a way he, the Avatar, never could.

That one sentence sparked it all.

"But I am ready to forgive you," she finished, walking towards him and practically throwing herself into his arms.

He wasn't jealous. He was naive. He didn't know what power the Fire Prince held over her.

He was glad the war was finally over. He could tell her how he felt. He could confess it all on this one night. This perfect night.

He saw her climb down through the window. He followed her instictively as well, watching her climb on the bison. His bison.

No matter. He'd let her do as she pleased. It wasn't like she hadn't taken him before.

The bison growled in protest.

"Shh," she cooed, "Someone might hear, Appa."

He managed to follow her. They landed at the Southern Air Temple. It wasn't too far from the place they celebrated in the South Pole, but Aang was still exhausted from the flight. Gliding that long was thrilling and sickening at the same time.

The beautiful water tribe girl hopped off the creature.

"Go, now. I won't need you to get back. Don't worry."

Appa grunted and took off into the air, catching no glimpse of Aang. He flew in the direction he came.

Katara swayed her hips as she walked toward the entrance. Aang followed. He was surprised when she entered, being sweeped off her feet and into the arms of another bender.

"Hello, my big ball of sunshine," came Zuko's voice and he kissed her. She nuzzled his nose with her own.

Aang could feel the tears rushing to escape as he recalled the memory. He remembered how she smiled at him. How he almost died right then and there watching the two.

Her voice was cold; unlike her.

"Don't call me that, Zuzu."

"Well, don't call me that."

Her voice still bone-chilling and dark, "Mmkay. What are we doing here, again?"

He smirked at her, kissing her again, making Aang die inside - again.

"I wanted you to check it out. I heard you've been here before... but what'd you think about living here? With me? We could start a family and live together in peace."

Aang choked on his sob as he pictured Katara, his- no... Zuko's Katara, almost screech a yes.

Zuko had his everything.

His love.

His home.

His life.