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A/U: This is a series of drabbles/not so drabbles maybe. It is about how Katara and Zuko see each other through the war, and how Aang sees their 'relationship'.


He watched her. She had changed so much since they had met, the first time he had tried to capture her friend, the Avatar. Her eyes had lost their sparkle and warmth, her face was colder, and she still moved with grace, but looked ready to attack all the time. The war had changed her. She spoke sharply, her voice like her brother's space sword. When she laughed, which was a rarity that they treasured when it happened, the light tinkle was gone. It was still high, girly, and princessy, but you could hear the hurt. She was withdrawn, cold, and angry. But he didn't care. The war had only been over for about a month, and she was still getting over it. He could see the girl she used to be fighting to come back, but it was slow. She needed time, and most of all, love. She got it from the Avatar, but didn't accept it well. Whenever he himself was nice, she gobbled it up. He guessed she needed love from the man who had symbolized hatred and everything that had made her this way, so she could accept that it was over. One day, out of the blue, she had hugged him. Whenever he was especially nice, it earned a quick kiss. The Avatar ignored it, because he got the same thing. But there was something more to it. He could feel it.

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