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Not
That Innocent
Katara glared at Zuko as he spun, firebolts flying. She ducked and responded with a slap to his chest with her water whip. He stumbled back, eyes as bright as the fire in his hands. A flare came too close for her comfort. Jumping up, she dove at him, knocking him to the ground. She sat on his chest, keeping him down. Although he probably could've gotten up anyway, he stayed there.
A hand encased in water was drawn back. Her breath coming in short gasps, Katara glared into that face she was so familiar with. If only she hadn't come to the river to bend alone, she wouldn't have had to defend herself.
Stupid, stupid boy. Why was he always so concerned with where the Avatar was? So what, he was exiled. He was even more the idiot if he thought she'd give away Aang's location. "You never know when to quit, do you, Zuko?" she demanded.
It only made her more angry when he smiled. "Why do you think I never give up? Why do you think I fight you so often?"
"You're stubborn, despicable, and an utter annoyance!" it was all she could do to keep from snarling at him. Yelling was another matter. Why, oh why, does she always have to go to bend or bathe at night?
The feel of Zuko's hands encircling her waist and lifting her off of him startled Katara. His soft voice startled her. "I may be stubborn, but you are more so. You can't seem to admit that you want me."
Katara stood to hide her flushed face. How did he manage to read her so well?
Zuko stood as well, walking calmly towards her. Katara stepped back with each step forward he took. She didn't want him anywhere near her...her heart might betray her.
Zuko stopped walking. "Katara, you can deny it all you want. But I know it, and you know it. You care for me, and you know you aren't as innocent as others claim."
Katara raised her chin. "Go away, Zuko."
"Or what? You'll attack me?" he smirked. "I'll leave, but know this: I no longer care about catching the Avatar." Zuko's short, shaggy hair played across his face in the tickling breeze. "I care about ensnaring you." He retreated backwards into the shadows.
Katara bit her lip. Why does she have to be so stubborn? Why does he have to be Fire Nation? She covered her face. Why does she care? Why does she have to want him so scandalously?
Because she's not that innocent.
