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In the usual routine, Zuko would some miraculous way to sneak up on then. Again. The same tiresome routine, month after month; week after week. Sometimes Aang took on Zuko, but Katara tried to get there first. For some reason, unknown to her, she had huge adrenaline rushes when fight Zuko. Not that adrenaline rushes weren't common during a fight, but they were . . . different when she battled Zuko. They were perfect opposites. They balanced each other.

So, Zuko and Katara would fight. And, more often than not, Katara won. Zuko became more and more irritated with himself with each lose. At the end of the day, or night, both Katara and Zuko would think about what went wrong (or right). Then someone's luck turned...

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The moon was shining on the white sand. The night clear and slightly humid. Katara wandered away from her sleeping brother and friend, deep in the forest, the coast of the medium sized island. The warm breeze felt good on her almond skin. Katara went ankle deep in the water and began practicing her bending. Time flew by as she made ribbons of water flow through the air.

Katara was so relaxed by the rush of the waves, instead of returning to camp she stretched out on the sand and quickly fell asleep. Her dreams turned to nightmares fast and she was awoken by a cracking sound. Because of her nightmares she assumed it was only her imagination. A sudden chill rushed down her spine and she shivered violently. Katara ran her fingers through her hair but the braid prevented her from making any progress, so she sat up and undid it. She lay back onto the sand, laying her hair out in all directions. Katara sighed, content. She gazed at the moon; a small crescent in the dark sky.

She suddenly had the feeling eyes were on her. She sat up, and then stood. She faced the forest and scanned the thick brush. She didn't see anything, but her instincts told her otherwise. She took water from the ocean behind her and made salt water whips. She stood in a fighting stance and scanned the trees again. Katara waited nearly five minutes…nothing. She cocked an eyebrow and came out of her stance. Katara was about to return the water to the ocean when several fireball came from the trees toward her. She took more water and made a thick dome around herself that would put out the fire.

Nine fire benders appeared, ready in their stances. Katara almost groaned.

Really, she thought, one of the few times I'm alone. That is when you choose to attack?

Katara gathered her whips again.

"Surrender, Katara, you know you are outnumbered." Prince Zuko stepped out from the brush. He walked casually, his behind his back.

"When has that ever stopped me before?" Katara retorted.

Prince Zuko smiled politely. "You think you can take ten by yourself? I don't see how."

"When are you going to stop playing this game, Zuko?"

"When I get what I want."

"Which you'll never get,"

"You know what I want then, Katara?"

"Of course, how long have you been after it now? About three and a half years, right?" Katara smiled while Zuko smirked. "Well, I'm not sorry to tell you, but you're never going to get him."

"Surrender now, Katara, what are you waiting for?"

"Ozai to die," she shrugged.

"Just tell me where he is and maybe I will spare you and your brother…send back home."

"Mmm, nope,"

Zuko sneered. He snapped his fingers.

Then the fight started. Nine torches shooting fire at one target. Katara slashed at each fountain of fire. Well that didn't work. She froze two if the to a tree. As she fought them, she backed up into the water to have access to more to it. She hadn't noticed Zuko doing the same. He made a wide arch and came behind her. Eventually she backed up into him. He wrapped on arm around her waist while the other took a knife to her throat. She froze.

"Surrender, Katara,"

Katara dropped the water. The fire ceased. Katara took in a jagged breath. He tightened his hold on her. He started pushing her toward the shore. He looked at the frozen men.

"Er, take care of that, then come to the ship." The men nodded.

Zuko guided Katara through shallow forest, making a small semi-circle from where she was. And there was Zuko's ship, dark and gloomy. She looked up at the moon and thought her farewells.

Katara didn't dare scream for fear of waking Aang and Sokka. She didn't want them in danger.

Well, she thought, this could be worse. I guess it could have been Zhao, or … Azula. They would have burned the entire island to the ground. Now I just have to think of a way to get away from Zuko.

Zuko led Katara to the lower decks, and then to a prison cell. The cell was small. It had a single mat in the corner. Zuko pushed her into it, releasing her, and he followed and shut the door. He leaned against the door and stared at Katara. She folded her hands over her chest.

He lurched forward and grabbed her shoulders, not nicely if I may add, and glared at her. It was the first time he looked menacing to her. Through his teeth he said,

"Where is he, Katara?"

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Ok so there is the first chapter, if you like please review. I will update faster if you do. I really wish you enjoyed it! Again: DISCLAIMER! I OWN NOTHING BUT THIS STORY!