Wow, this really short thing has a big story behind it. I started it out with absolutely NO intention of it being Avatar related. In fact, it was just practice. But after re-reading it, I changed it around a bit and it evolved into this. Seriously, I must have Kataang on the brain or something (XD). And that is why this is an AU.

Btw, I landed up getting Bs in my final term English report. Not that I was disappointed, but I WAS aiming for an A…oh well, I guess I'll try to improve!

Anyhoo, on with the fic!

Disclaimer: Avatar belongs only to its creators, and I am not one of them :(

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It was a cold, dreary night. Rain poured down heavily upon the already-soaked roofs and terraces of the town. A figure could be seen walking through the abandoned alleys, his boots making loud splashing noises as they came into contact with an occasional puddle. A chilling breeze blew past and with a shiver he pulled his jacket tightly around himself in a feeble attempt to stay warm as he walked on.

'Boy,' he thought 'What a night to be out late.'

All of a sudden, he turned around. All was quiet.

"Funny, I thought I heard something…" he said to himself. Shrugging it off, he turned back and continued on his way.

Again, he stopped abruptly. There it was again. The quick pitter-patter of footsteps on the wet pavement. But it had seemed closer this time. He subconsciously moved his hand to the revolver holster attached to his belt, lifting the flap and feeling the weapon inside to ensure that it was still there. This had become a habit of his after wandering the streets at night many times. Sometimes, you never knew what to expect. And this seemed to be one of those times.

Another sound came from behind him. He tightened his grip on his revolver and exhaled slowly, preparing himself for the worst. Then when he was ready, he spun around again and found himself face-to-face with...nothing.

"Alright, I'm done playing games" he muttered under his breath. "Who's there?"

No response. He repeated himself, but louder this time.

"Who's there? Who are you?" Still no response.

"I KNOW YOU'RE THERE! SHOW YOURSELF!" he yelled.

He waited for a reaction. Upon receiving none, he was about to turn around when suddenly, a cloaked figure collided with him, knocking him a few steps back. He managed to regain his balance and grabbed the person by the shoulders before they could escape.

The form struggled, but his hold remained strong. A hood covered their face, so he was unable to see who it was.

"Let me go!" the person cried out in an unmistakably feminine voice.

His grey eyes widening in surprise, he loosened his grip. He recognized that voice. No, it couldn't be…

He raised one of his hands slowly, moving it up to lift her hood. As it fell back, he gasped as a pair of all-too-familiar deep blue eyes stared back at him in awe.

"Katara?!"

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Well, there ya have it. Really short, but I'm kinda proud of it for some reason.

Reviews are appreciated. If you know how I can improve, please let me know! I'm always open to constructive criticism :)

On a side note, I might continue this. It's something I'm still mulling over...

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