AN: Flames are welcome here. Like they say, "If you can't take the heat, stay out of the kitchen."
It all came down to understanding principles, really. Grey eyes darted around the battlefield, searching, searching for her.
Aang breathed a sigh of relief. There she was, bent over an Earth Kingdom soldier, using the cool water to ease the pain of the multiple cuts that slashed across his lower back. She glanced up at another young man, and Aang felt pure hatred surge through his veins.
Zuko.
He saw her murmur some words to him, and the jealousy simmered close to a boiling point.
And then, great Spirits above, the prince kissed her.
Sullenly, the Avatar summoned an air scooter and rode away, not caring who saw him, and doubting he ever would. He found a tree, and climbed it, wishing, wishing that he could just disappear.
He cared about Katara, and if she loved Zuko, then so be it.
Aang heard a tiny snuffle from above. Looking up, he saw the knife thrower, huddled on another branch.
Having turned against Azula with Ty Lee during the battle, Aang was surprised to see her here, instead of celebrating with her friend.
Tears dripped down onto the Avatar's head, which also surprised him. He had thought such displays of emotions were below this girl.
Aang flinched when the girl looked down and spoke,
"You don't like seeing them together either."
AN: I do not own Avatar. Hope you enjoyed,
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