**A story I had written about two years ago, I have four chapters written (however the story itself is not finished), and I found them on my laptop! I went back, re-edited and such. So yeah, let me know what you think**

I was still very wary of Zuko's motives. Why had he just suddenly join us? He was the Fire Lord's son. The Prince of the Fire Nation. A fire bender. The one who's been chasing us for so long now. The enemy.

Even sitting around the fire Sokka had made, sipping at the stew, I glared at Zuko. He was wearing his 'peasant' clothes, which were still very high quality and better than what other commoners wore. He was eyeing the stew with a slight look of disgust on his face. He glance around, looking at me lastly, and decided to sip it. I smirked.

He started spluttering, "This tastes like-" He stopped himself, much to my dissatisfaction, then continued, " It tastes odd."

"Really?" Aang piped up, "I love Katara's cooking!"

Sokka grabbed the bowl, "Let me see." Anything to get extra food in his belly. Sokka took a sip, and spluttered, much like Zuko did, only in a more… Sokka-comical way. "Katara! His tastes awful."

Great, I had been caught. Time to lie? "Sorry. I ran out of stew so I just added some of those bad spices and river water to it." Which is what I did… sort of. I didn't run out, not on accident. I gave everyone an equal amount, purposefully not filling Zuko's bowl. I then proceeded to use some river water and a bunch of spices that had a rather bad taste to them.

Aang gave me a disappointed look, and I suddenly looked down, feeling guilty about what I had done. "… Here." I handed Zuko my bowl, but he didn't take it.

"I can't take your food."

"Just take it." I forced it into his hands and sighed. I watched Zuko as he ate peacefully and quietly, obviously enjoying the stew over the river water. The fire caused flames to reflect in his eyes, shadows and different hues to shade his face. He looked…

I huffed and got up, walking away from them. I walked down to the small river and started to practice my water bending.

It was a majestic feeling, to be able to control an element. My element. The way the power would flow in and out of me. The way I had to be precise but graceful about my movements, and yet I had to let go to be able to water bend perfectly. To allow the water to move me, instead of me moving the water.

I had to let my mind go, focus on water bending, water, the flow, and yet nothing at all.

I was so into my bending I almost didn't hear the soft yet sharp sound of a twig snapping.

I turned quickly, water whip ready, and glared into the direction of the noise only to find Zuko standing with his hands raised in defense. "I just came to talk." He said softly.

I slowly lowered the water whip, but kept my stance, "About what?"

"Why you hate me so much, and why you don't trust me like the others do."

"Because, they don't know you like I do. You're a traitor. You gained my trust back in Ba Sing Se, and then you betrayed me!" I felt the tears sting my eyes. "You betrayed me, and didn't think twice about it. You seemed like you had changed. You-" I almost choked on a sob, "I can't trust you. And I won't."

He stared at me, as if waiting to see if my rant was done. "I admit… I did… betray the trust you had for me back in Ba Sing Se, but… I didn't know my destiny back then. I thought I did, but I didn't. I thought my destiny was to capture the Avatar and take him to my father. I thought my destiny was to regain my honor. It's not. My density is linked with yours. Which is to help the Avatar."

"You can help by leaving us alone." I mumbled.

We stared at each other, in silence, the moon's silver glow giving us just enough light to see each other. I gazed into his eyes. Wait… gazed?

I glared, "Get away from me."

He blinked and slowly nodded, "Okay…" Zuko started to walk away, but stopped and turned his head slightly, "We're more alike than you think, Katara." I looked at his scarred skin, about to say a come back, but he walked away before I had the chance. However, I was a bit thrown off to care about not making a rude comment to him.

… He had said my name…

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I woke up in the morning, always the first one up, and walked out of the room I slept in. I still had on my silk nightgown, the best and most expensive clothing I owned, as I headed to the cooking pit.

As I reached the pit, I saw Zuko practicing his fire bending. It was so intense, and scary, but I couldn't look away. I watched as he quickly and precisely went through the motions, the next more beautiful then the last. Who knew such a dangerous thing could be so beautiful?

It seemed as if… if you put water bending and fire bending together, it could be a dance. A forbidden and heinous dance, but still a dance. A graceful, intense dance.

My eyes skimmed over Zuko's body. He wore no shirt, loose fitting pants, and no shoes or socks. His face showed how concentrated he was.

"Hey, Sugar Queen. Stop staring at Sparky and make breakfast!" Toph's sudden voice caused me to scream slightly and jump. Zuko jumped slightly and looked over towards us. I blushed.

"R-Right…" I shakily began to make breakfast. Aang was the next to wake up, and Sokka woke when breakfast was ready. I hurriedly left to get dressed, feeling exposed in my nightgown.

I was the last to finish breakfast, as usual. I was cleaning out the bowls when Zuko came over.

"You dry, I wash." He said.

I nodded and didn't say a word. He washed the bowls while I dried them. I grabbed the last bowl from him, and out fingers touched. I grimaced. How cliché.

I pulled the bowl away from his hands, "Thank you." I mumbled softly.

"You're welcome." He stood there, watching me dry the bowl, "Do you… need any help with anything else?" He asked.

I looked at him, into his golden eyes, and froze for a moment, "… no."

"Alright." He went over to Aang, and they started their fire bending training soon after.

I sighed. What a beautiful dance it would be, Fire and Water. But… those two elements just aren't meant to be. Fire and water are destructive when it comes to the other. Fire is meant for the mean and ruthless, water is meant for the calm and loving. That's what we've always been told and that's how it will always be.