A/N: Well, this was a crappy little oneshot, now it's a crappy little story! Yay crap!
WARNING: The following has no plot, none! And may not be completed! You have been warned!
Disclaimer: I do not own Avatar. You know that already, and I know you know, so... Why am I telling you? Hmmmm...
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Katara ran over to the Prince of the Fire Nation. What the heck was he doing here? He said something before she attacked him, it was too faint for her to hear though.
She stopped in front of him and looked down at his unconscious form. Why hadn't he attacked her anyway? He hadn't even bothered to try and defend her attack!
Her mind stopped racing for a moment as she focused on the task at hand. "Great! So what am I going to do with him!" She asked herself. Her eyes darted from Zuko, to the trees, to the rope over by Appa and a smirk made it's way across her lips.
As Katara walked over to get the rope she couldn't help but let out a giggle. Oh, the irony! If Zuko ever got out of this he would never be able to live it down!
The waterbender stood with her left hand on her hip and the rope in her right. Now for the hard part. How was she going to tie him up? She sighed and crouched down by his shoulders. Katara placed the rope on the floor and gingerly slid her hands under his armpits. As she did, she felt a small tingle rush through her body, not unlike the one she got in the cave with her hand on his scar. She looked down at him, without the scar, he would be quite handsome, actually, he was already. The scar sort of made him Zuko.
She quickly shook the thought from her head. No fantasizing about the Prince of the Fire Nation. That's Avatar companion rule number two! The first being protect Aang at all costs and help him to defeat the Fire Lord.
With those thoughts out of mind Katara pulled him against the tree so that he was sitting in an upright position. She grabbed the rope and pulled his hands around either side of the tree. Then a thought hit her, he would just burn off the ropes when he woke up. Katara lifted her hands and bent some of the water that had fallen to the ground from her attack. She streamed it over to the rope and soaked it, a trick she had learned from her father. Now he couldn't burn through the rope.
She then tied the wet rope as tight as possible around his wrists. Katara then cut the rope and scooted back to where the unconscious prince was sitting. Now she had to get him to stand. Seeing no other alternative, she walked over to face Zuko and stood in front of him. She bent down and wrapped her arms around his torso. As she did so she couldn't help but notice how built his muscles were.
'Stop it Katara!' she thought to herself, 'Remember, rule number two!'
Pulling him closer to her chest she gave a pull up and struggled against his weight. She wrapped her arms around him tighter and gave another pull. There. He was standing. She held his body up with hers as she grabbed the rope, a blush spreading across her face as she realized what she was doing. In a subconscious part of her brain she hoped she could one day be in this position again one day when he was conscious. Then she reminded herself, 'rule number two!' She tied the rope around his body and the tree tightly to keep him standing.
The waterbender crouched down and did the same to his feet.
She took a few steps back and admired her handiwork. There was something missing... well it couldn't hurt.
Katara took a stance and bended more water off the ground. Splashing it against him she quickly froze him to the tree. Another smirk made it's way across her face. Now, what was she going to tell the Gaang?
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A/N: What's there to say? This is crap, but I'll continue anyway, can't hurt. Review please!
