Hmmm, let's see, what should I write in this chapter… Aha! I have it!

I warned you for adult content already, haven't I? I'll warn you again, just to be safe: WARNING! ADULT CONTENT! THINGS VERY YOUNG CHILDREN WON'T UNDERSTAND AND SOME OF YOU FELLOWTEENS WON'T LIKE!!! There, that was the warning.

Chapter 2

Flirting

Katara was fast asleep in her bed, her face hidden in her soft pillow. Someone opened the door and she moaned as she woke up. A gasp escaped from her mouth when she saw Daichi walking in. He stared at her, just staring. There was no specific emotion she could read in his eyes, his gaze was empty. He closed the door behind him and Katara's eyes grew bigger, as if she knew why he was here. She pulled her sheets up a bit and bit on her lip.

'You're going to beat me up, aren't you?' she asked. Daichi didn't answer her right away, his gaze was still locked on her.

'You know when I won't.' he said quietly. Katara swallowed something down her throat. Here he was again, for the thousandth time since she knew him. She knew what he wanted now, what he desired for. If she would object, he would hit her and simply rape her afterwards. But if she'd just let him do what he wanted to do, he'd be too satisfied to hurt her after that. That meant he wouldn't hurt Sokka or Takeshi either. And that was most important to her, knowing that her two favorite brothers were safe. Because every time she did something Daichi didn't like, he hit her AND Sokka and Takeshi. She didn't want them to suffer for something stupid she did, she was the only one who should suffer for that.

'I won't stop you.' she said, as if it was the most normal thing on earth. The pain did no longer scare her, not the consequences it could have either. She was getting used to it by now, and she thought that if she would keep "practicing" on it, she might could even like it some day. Like it as much as he liked it.

However, she knew it was impossible for her to enjoy it when he entered her, to like it when he "made love" to her. She wouldn't consider it as making love to her, since it wasn't for love. It was for his lusts. Just an ordinary desire to sex, something that could drive men mad. Mad enough to rape their own step-sisters. No matter how much she wanted to run away now, she couldn't. She couldn't let Sokka and Takeshi end up suffering for her fear, that stupid, annoying fear…

She willingly threw the sheets off her and lay on her back, waiting for him to come closer. A nasty smile appeared on Daichi's face and he crawled on top of her. The shiver running through her body in fear didn't annoy him, he actually enjoyed it.

'I like it when you play the game with me, this way I don't have to hurt you. And believe me or not, I don't like hurting you…' he said. Katara doubted on the last part of his sentence. If he didn't like hurting her, then why would he ever kick on raping her that much?

He slid her sleeping dress up to her waist and Katara bit on her lip. Luckily, they heard Hakoda yelling something.

'Breakfast time!' he yelled. Daichi sighed in disappointment and crawled off her again. He pulled Katara's face up by her chin and stared in her deep, blue eyes.

'I'll come back tonight, don't forget…' he whispered. Katara felt no more fear, only pity. Pity for him, because he had to work out his daydreams on his step-sister, instead of finding a girlfriend. She never dared to tell him this, she knew he'd kill her in anger. The best solution to her still seemed what she did most of the times now: just acting willingly and not stopping him, that was better for everyone she loved.

Suddenly, he locked his lips with hers, leaving a warm kiss once he pulled his head back. Katara gasped and stared at him, while he left the room. What was wrong with him today? He raped her very often, sometimes even three times a week, but when Katara wanted to kiss him, he always lost his temper. She thought he'd WANT her to kiss him while he was playing out his daydreams, but the opposite seemed to be true. The only thing he wanted was the satisfaction.

She had noticed him growing kinder the past few weeks, since she no longer stopped him. But still, she knew he was doing something wrong. And she also knew he would HAVE to find a real girlfriend one day. But until then, he'd use her as "girlfriend". She just hoped he'd find someone he could love soon, this double personality of him was driving her insane.

And suddenly, Katara remembered. She remembered Zuko, at the other side of the river. A blush colored her face and she sighed, thinking about the dream she had about him that night. In her dream he was touching her everywhere, really everywhere, doing some things that Daichi did to her as well. But in Zuko's case, she really enjoyed it. Suddenly she felt disappointment in her belly, as if she wished the dream was reality.

She looked out of the window and smiled. There he was again, staring in her direction.

She ran outside immediately and waved at him, unbelievable happy to see him.

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Zuko looked up. He saw Katara waving at him and a bright smile colored his face, at last she was there. At last the girl that captured his dreams was there.

Last night, she had stayed until the sun was down. He had stared at her body for hours and still it fascinated him. Every inch of her tender skin fascinated him. That she used to travel with the Avatar was no longer a problem to him, he didn't want that kid anymore. His father would never accept him as his son again, he knew that. But maybe that wasn't that bad, an entire life long with his uncle seemed okay. Though he never showed it to his uncle, but he really loved that guy. He needed him around him every minute of the day, as if he was his talisman. Iroh protected him, Iroh had turned out to be his new father. The man that would be with him forever. Iroh couldn't die, Iroh would live forever. That was the one thing Zuko was absolutely sure of: Iroh would live forever.

Once his mind was focused on Katara again, a trembling sigh escaped from his throat. She still looked as beautiful as yesterday: her white, silk sleeping dress seemed to be locked around her waist, and the deep décolleté made it possible for him to see every curve of her tender neck and chest. Her collar-bone was gorgeous, he felt like he just HAD to touch it, just HAD to stroke his hand over it, just HAD to feel the curves of it.

He couldn't help to sink away in thought again. He fantasied about how it would be like to touch her beautiful skin, to hold her tight, to feel her heart beating against his chest. A shiver of desire ran over his back when he imagined how it would be like to kiss her, what her lips and tongue would taste like. He wanted to know it, he just had to know it.

He pressed a kiss on the palm of his hand and blew it in her direction. Katara gasped when she saw him doing that and smiled, while a blush colored her cheeks. She pretended to catch the kiss and slowly brought it to her lips. Zuko released a sigh in desire when her fingertips touched her lips, imagining that his lips were pressed on hers now.

Katara kneed down in the water and looked around. Once she knew she was the only one outside, she stretched her arms and started to bend the water around him. The spurts of water danced around him smoothly, as if it was her own body. The water stroke over his chest and ran up over his back, making him close his eyes in enjoyment. As one of the spurts slid over his face, he tried to kiss the water. But his lips just bored through the spurt and he sighed deeply. He just had to touch her for real.

Katara explored his body with the water and a shiver of joy ran through her body. It felt like she was actually touching him with her own hands, she could feel every detail of his muscled chest. She felt his lips stroking against one of the spurts and broke contact with the water in surprise.

She held her hand on her forehead and bit on her lip. What was she doing? This still was Zuko, banished prince from the firenation, rejected by his own father. And just because he had turned out to be handsomer and a few years older than he used to be, that still didn't change anything. There was no way that Sokka would want her to do things like that with that firebender, not even to Zuko, who had the same problems as they had now.

But when she looked up at Zuko again, her opinion seemed to change. Sokka wouldn't want her to touch Zuko like that, but to TALK to him couldn't be that bad.

With a hand motion she Zuko made clear that he had to follow her.

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They made it to a smaller part of the river, where the two sides were closer to each other, making it possible for them to see and understand each other better. Katara stopped and turned her head to Zuko.

'Hi!' she said, with a smile on her face. Zuko rubbed the back of his neck and waved at her. It surprised him how close they were to each other now. The river was only five or six meters wide now, he could see her from close by here. Not really knowing what they should talk about, they simply stared at each other, as if they had never seen each other before. It had been two years ago, that was pretty much considering. Zuko was a man now, and Katara had turned out to be a woman.

'Your name's Zuko, isn't it?' Katara asked, just to make sure whether she had mistaken with his name or not. Zuko nodded and squattered down in the water.

'To be honest, I don't think I know what your name is… I'm sure I've heard it before, but I've forgotten it.' He felt horrible by not knowing her name. He had stared at her for hours, without even wondering about her name. But now, he really wanted to know it. He wanted to be able to memorize it forever.

'Katara.' she said, pulling a slight smile over her face. Zuko repeated the name to himself a few times, as if he wanted to hear the sound of it over and over again. He liked the name very much, it matched well with her somehow. Her long, dark hair, exotic, tender skin and fresh, blue eyes reminded him of "Katara" in a strange way.

'Katara…' he said again, quietly, but loud enough for her to hear it. 'I like it.'

A blush colored Katara's cheeks when she heard his words. She sat down in the water, while their gazes were still locked. She stroke her hand over the water and bended it with her, just because she didn't knew what to say or do. Zuko stared at the movements of her hand, fascinated by how she could make the water move with her so smoothly.

'You're a great bender, you know.' he said, still staring at her hand. Katara looked up at him and blushed again, while she stopped bending immediately.

'Please,' Zuko said, 'don't stop. I want to see you bending again.'

Katara bit on her lip. She shouldn't be doing this, bending was forbidden in the village. If the guards would see her when she was bending, they would kill everyone she loved. She couldn't risk that just because Zuko liked the way she controlled her element.

But when she saw Zuko staring at her, waiting for something to happen, she admitted to her heart after all. She bended the water up and made it twirl around her playfully, as if she was a kid, playing with his toy. She made the water spin around Zuko first, before splashing it back in the river where it belonged. Zuko smiled and laughed a bit, clapping in his hands. Katara smiled as well and crossed her arms.

'Now it's your turn.' Zuko looked up and lifted an eyebrow, making Katara frown a bit.

'What? Did you expect me to risk the lives of my family without something in return? I want to see you bending too.'

Zuko bit on his lip. It couldn't be that bad to bend only a bit. He missed his element a lot, this could be a relief to him. So he stood up and took an other position, making sure he had a decent grip on the ground under his feet. He started to hit and kick in the air, making the fire he shot meanwhile disappearing afterwards. Katara stared at the fire flying through the air, while Zuko did his very best to make the flames bigger and better. He wanted to impress her, impress her with his bending. But after a while, he became tired.

He stopped and sat down again, breathing heavily. He should have payed more attention when his uncle taught him the basics of firebending. Firebending came through the breath, not his muscles. And of course, he hadn't listened. Now he had to wear the consequences of it.

Katara smiled and clapped in her hands a bit.

'Spectacular!' she said. Zuko smiled lightly and splashed some water in his face, to cool his body off a bit. His skin seemed to tingle under the heat of the firebending, it felt like he was on fire. Katara noticed him having troubles with the sudden rise of temperature and smiled again. She bended some water up and splashed it over his body. Zuko gasped when he felt the ice cold water streaming down his chest and a cold shiver ran over his back.

He automatically rose his body heat and the water around him became hotter as well. Katara felt the water at her side of the river turning warmer a bit and she closed her eyes in enjoyment. It felt pleasantly warm on her cold body, making a warm shiver run through her entire body.

Zuko saw her eyes being closed and smiled. He wanted to cross the river, so he could surprise her by appearing in front of her, but Katara gasped and hit him back with a wave of water. Zuko was hit against the other side again and frowned.

'Hey! What did you do that for?' he asked, nearly shouting in anger. Katara shushed him and looked around her, releasing a sigh in relief when she saw nobody else.

'You may NEVER cross the river that way! Haven't you heard the story yet?'

Zuko rose an eyebrow and rubbed over his back, hurt by one of the rocks on the side. 'What story?' he asked, a bit curious.

Katara leaned forward and looked in his deep, golden eyes. 'Kasumi…' she whispered.

Before Zuko could ask anything else, Katara stood up and her gaze ran over the water. 'Kasumi is a spirit, a very old spirit. She's the spirit of this river, the spirit guarding the village and the water that keeps us alive. She's honored by every villager here. It's forbidden to disrespect her by swimming through her river, she doesn't want us to do that. This river is like her child, the thing she loves most of all.'

She looked up at Zuko with a deep gaze. 'Never harm a mother's child.'

Zuko averted his eyes and sighed. She was right, a mother cared about her child. A mother would give her life for her child. Just like his mother told him, the day she used the turtleducks as an example. God, sometimes he really missed his mother. She was the only one of his family who had ever loved her, just as Iroh of course. But with his mother things were different, Iroh could never give him the same love and protection as his mother could. Never.

But the story about the spirit seemed a bit overworked in his eyes.

'It's just a river! For god sake, it won't kill me if I just swim to the other side!'

'Yes it will!' Katara yelled in protest. 'She'll kill you! She has done it before, many times! There are enough dead bodies on the bottom of this river to proof it! That's why we honor her that much, because we fear her power and respect the lifes she took away from us. Innocent lives, but yet disobedient.'

Zuko stared at the river, while Katara continued her story.

'I heard she used to be a waterbender. So she kept her talent for bending after her dead, and uses it for her revenge now. Everyone swimming in this river, gets swallowed by the water and drowns. It's suicise if you swim in here. That's why some people still do it, to end their lives. Kasumi isn't a bad spirit, she's a good one, but just a bit frustrated. Never mess with the spirits!'

Zuko nodded and sat down again, staring at her. He bit on his lip and sank away in her beautiful skin again. He saw how she inspected herself on how she looked like, a bit scruffy in her sleeping dress. She blushed when she saw how deep her décolleté was and pulled the cloth up a bit, making it possible for Zuko to see more of the tender skin of her legs. The dress was too short to cover both. He couldn't keep his eyes off her, and when he saw her nipples piercing through her dress again, he swallowed something strange through his throat. God, he just HAD to make it to the other side!

'Isn't there an other way to cross this river?' he asked, a bit frustrated. Katara's gaze ran over the river, while her finger played with her hair a bit.

'Well, I think there is. I saw a bridge somewhere near here, if you continue walking to the east. But I'm not sure, I can be mistaking…'

'No you can't.' he said, smiling upon her. Katara blushed for the third or fourth time that day. She wanted to bend the water again, but noticed someone walking in her direction.

Hakoda.

She gasped and pulled her hands back immediately. Hakoda walked to his daughter and looked down on her.

'Katara, what are you doing here?' He noticed Zuko sitting at the other side, and his gaze turned back to his daughter, a bit suspicious.

'And what's he doing here?' he asked. Katara rubbed the back of her neck and stared at Zuko, searching for help. Zuko stood up and smiled at Hakoda.

'Hello!' he said happily, trying to act the best he could. 'Nice to meet you, sir. My name's Zuko, I'm new here and your delightful daughter told me everything about this place. What an interesting village this is!'

Katara giggled a bit, while a bright smile colored Hakoda's face. 'Yes it is, I enjoy living here. I hope you'll do the same.' His gaze turned out suspicious again and he stared at Zuko. 'But why did you ask my daughter to help you? Why not someone else?'

'Well, sir, let me be honest to you,' Zuko said, 'I thought she looked kind and absolutely stunning. Her pretty face emitted trust and I think I'll might be having a crush on your daughter.'

Katara's face lighted up, while Hakoda frowned a bit. But after that, he simply sighed.

'I'm glad you're so honest about it, Zuko. I prefer that boys just tell me when they like my daughter, instead of having an affair with her without me knowing anything about it. At least you're polite, compared to every other boy in this neighborhood.' he said, smiling lightly.

He looked down on his daughter again and rubbed his hand over her head playfully. 'Breakfast time, hunny. You can talk with your boyfriend again after that.'

Katara protested immediately.

'He's not my -' But before she could end her sentence, she looked up at Zuko again. He winked at her, making a warm shiver run over her back. So she swallowed the last part of her sentence back in.

Her father left, and Katara followed him. She looked back at Zuko one more time and smiled when she saw him staring at her.

That boy was an angel.

Okay, that took me a while, but it was fun to write!- You bet I'll continue this, I can't stop now! I have like TONS inspiration for the next chapters, from the first chapter to the last chapter!

Please review, it's nice when people review. It gives me extra courage to write on!-