Hello, this story has gotten many hits, but not a lot of views after this chapter…I just wanted to give ya'll the heads up that the first couple of chapters may be slow, but once you read them, the later chapters get really heated/intense b/w sesh and Katara (just look at the title of chapter 5)

Anyways, I really hope if you look at this chapter, you keep reading, b/c I've worked hard on this, and I want as many people to see and review it as possible. Thanx,

Chrissy

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Katara was bored, to put it plainly. She and Sokka hadn't been getting along as usual, but none of their fights had been important enough to give her anything to do. With Sokka, and his obnoxious personality and rather unfortunate tendency to always get into fights, Katara had found that being enraged with her brother had kept her busy with both parents gone over the years.

"Katara!" Gran-gran's gravely, old voice croaked out to her, "You really ought to be out with boys, a pretty fourteen year old, such as yourself! Youth is never eternal,"

"Gran-gran," Katara said patiently, none of her annoyance ebbing in as she spoke, "All the boys near my age are gone in the war. There wouldn't be anyone around to flirt with if I wanted to."

"True, true. My smart little granddaughter." Gran-gran replied, "Well, I still think you should take a walk anyway. Refresh your mind."

"Alright," Katara agreed, not wanting to start an argument. The old woman could put up a real fight if she was motivated enough.

"Good," without another word, Gran-gran left shuffling, with still more grace than Katara could probably muster.

Katara sighed, but walked out a minute later.

Katara was bundled up in her blue coat with white fuzzy fur, yet she still felt cold. But it was not the frigid air which brought on such chill. She could distinctly sense an icy draft through the air.

She shuddered, feeling as though the world was closing in on her, she was pressured and overpowered by this horrible, pressing fog. Her lungs closed up, the air too thick and surly to enter and circulate her body.

Katara fell, and curled to a fetal position, utterly helpless, wondering what the heck this strange thing was.

Then…she heard a voice.

"Wait Lord Sesshomaru! Wait for me, your loyal servant, Jakken!"

"Master Jakken, Lord Sesshomaru is long gone. He went to look for Naraku."

"Yes, I know, Rin. He used the tetsaiga to transport us to this alternate dimension…and then left us in pursuit of Naraku!"

"Master Jakken!"

"What is it now, Rin?"

"Master Jakken…look over there…a girl…it looks as though she's hurt."

A moment later, Katara numbly sensed the presence of two other beings, but she was too encased in unconsciousness to communicate.

So, Katara ducked into a world which was easy, blanketed in black.

Katara woke to a strange, yet not quite uncomfortable sensation. She felt as though she were lying in sand, with a layer of water soothingly breaking it away. She felt relief as she breathed in what she never knew had left her.

"She's waking, Lord Sesshomaru!" said a high-pitched voice, pulling her disconcertingly out of a peaceful slumber.

"What was that strange mist? It affected her and Rin! Those weak humans, you can never go anywhere without them dying from something! And you were so cool Lord Sesshomaru! But then again…us full-fledged demons would never be affected. I bet your half-demon brother Inuyasha would be dead too!"

"Quiet, Jakken." Said a harsh, but rich voice.

Katara's eyes fluttered open to the most beautiful man she's ever seen. Granted, since the war with the firelord, she hadn't seen many men, but he would have beaten them all anyway. She practically swooned at his long, white, silky hair. Sokka would kill to have his exotic tattoos, or flawless skin. Even his yellow eyes were a lovely mystery.

"Damn that Naraku. That was his mist. He was here, but he escaped." The man said quietly. Then he turned back to Katara. "What's your name?"

Katara practically jumped back as the man's lethal gaze landed upon her. She shuddered, then meekly spoke.

"My name is…Katara." She said slowly, as though she could forget it if speaking too quickly. Then again, looking into his glassy yet hard gaze, Katara didn't doubt she could disremember anything.

The man nodded, then turned his back from her.

"Jakken." He ordered, "take Rin to the large ice bank where we landed and wait for me there." He gave a small glance in Katara's direction, "I want to talk to this girl. Alone."

"Yes, my lord." A strange creature that looked like a 2 feet tall toad with a large staff bowed in front of the deliriously beautiful man. Jakken hurried off with a pretty little girl with black hair and an orange kimono. She looked back curiously at katara, giving her a small smile as she hurried after the toad and another inexplicable creature with scales and two heads. Things were getting very strange around here.

Katara stood up shakily, but as soon as both feet were on the ground, katara felt a massive crushing weight on her head, like one of those horrid migranes sokka would sometimes get. Katara had methods for aiding headaches, but with her skull splitting the way it was, she had little time to think rationally. She swayed dramatically to the right, and felt the earth begin to pull her down, the gravity too much to fight.

Katara waited for the terrible impact, the daggers to stab her head all around as she crashed to the ground, but it never came. Katara slowly opened an eye. suddenly, she was looking directly at the handsome stranger, who held her in his arms, looking down at her with an impassive expression, though she could have sworn she saw a flicker of concern trace his eyes, before fizzing out again.

He set her down slowly, and katara found herself wistful from no longer being cradled by him, lying against his chest like a hug, even if it were only for one precious moment.

She maneuvered herself onto a nearby rock, settling down so she was comfortable. Katara turned to see what the white haired man was doing, but to her dissapointment, found that he had not moved closer to her, but had stayed where he was.

"So…what's your name? you are going to tell me, aren't you?" katara asked with a bit more strength.

"it's none of your concern." He said placidly. Though he had not used a harsh tone, the words had cut deeper than any knife katara could imagine. And now she grew angry.

"Who do you think you are, anyway? I mean, really, I've met some ostentatious people before, but never someone so bad they feel they can't even give their name!" Katara's old vigor and quick temper had immediately returned as she stormed off and away from the pompous man.

Screw him, anyway! She thought bitterly, forgetting the undeniable attraction she had just felt for him.

Then, suddenly, he landed in front of her. He had just flown right down! He was amazing…frightfully so…

He gave her an icey glare, then took her by the arm, his fingernails pulsating a strange green.

Katara felt lightheaded, and surrounded again by a pressing mist.

But then, just as soon as it began, it stopped.

"Quiet, tetsaiga." Said the man, turning to one of his two swords, which pulsated strangly. "it seems you are in luck. Not only did my tetsaiga want me to revive you from naraku's poisonist mist, but it also wanted me to stop killing you just now. It seems you are someone to keep around, katara."

He started forward, indicating her to follow. Katara hesitated.

He simply said, "You may call me Lord sesshomaru." This was enough to convince Katara to trail after him.