AN: Aren't I a wonderful updater? I want to thank Magestikus for following my story and for my reviewers! Smiles go to you my friends! And I'm sorry. I lied. This is going to be a Katara centered chap. There will be interaction next time! No flames or water whips please!

Reviews:

Guest (the first one)- Thanks! I'm glad to know that you like it!

Guest (the second one)- I understand that. I wasn't sure of it at first, but the more I think about it, the more I love the idea. And it won't totally be like Katara saves Zuko then they kiss. Although that will happen there will be a lot more to it than that.

Disclaimer: Forgot to do this on my first chapter. I own absolutely N.O.T.H.I.N.G. If I did well, Mai wouldn't exist and Katara and Zuko would be totally in love!

Chapter 2- Katara's Thoughts

Katara woke up about an hour after dawn like always. Gathering a few things, she headed out of the temple and into the forest, to find that waterfall and spring. She got there just as the sun was shining through the trees, with early morning light.

"Wow," she whispered. She didn't move for a moment, but just stood there admiring the beauty in front of her. Lush grass made a carpet beneath her feet and all the flowers left the area with a fragrance like none other. The sun's light hit the water perfectly, to make it dance in an amber glow.

Zuko's eyes are amber… she thought.

No they aren't, she corrected herself, they're gold.

Unbidden, images of Zuko came flooding into her mind. Him attacking the South Pole, tying her to a tree, attacking the North Pole, and a few others. They all lead up to Ba Sing Se and his betrayal.

I should have never trusted him. If I hadn't, I wouldn't be so upset, she told herself. This is what she believed. It was all her fault, hers' and no one else's. While this wasn't entirely true, it wasn't a lie either. Katara only felt that Zuko betrayed her. This was the reason for her anger. She wasn't really angry with him, she was angry with herself. It just so happened that every time Katara was thinking about these things, Zuko would do something, and she would yell at him. Then he would yell at her, so on and so forth.

Shaking her head to snap out of her trance, she picked up her towel from where she had dropped it, and continued towards the spring. Then, took off her dress and stepped into the water. Katara always liked to practice bending, before a bath, and that is what she did. Calling the water to her, she made a water whip, and cut down a mango from a nearby tree. Then, she made ice shards, and flung them into the same tree.

Satisfied, she sunk all the way down in the water, and finally relaxed. She washed her body, getting rid of all the dirt and grime. Next, she grappled with her hair. Some might think that washing your hair is easy, but not for Katara. First, and foremost, her hair was long, thick, and wavy. Keeping it in a braid was hard enough, but taking it out? That was even harder.

Working carefully, as so not to pull or tangle her hair anymore, she slowly took it out of the braid. Once her hair was loose, she gave it a shake, and a light curtain of dust and dirt fell down from it. She was the only one that really cared about how her hair looked. Sokka never took his hair out of his "wolf tail" so there was really no need for it to be totally clean. A rise here and there kept it looking presentable. Toph didn't really care at all. She only rinsed her hair out when Katara made her or did it for her. Aang didn't have hair so he couldn't do anything. Then she thought about Zuko. Katara had never seen his hair oily, dirty, or unkempt. Sure, it was down and a little scraggly, but it looked nice on him. Frankly, everything looked nice on him. Even when he had that stupid ponytail! He just managed to make everything work.

After wetting it down and washing it thoroughly she bent the excess water out, and put it back into its signature braid. Exiting the spring, Katara bent the water from her underclothes, and guided it back to the pool. She pulled on her dress and started to walk back to camp. On her way, she passed several fruit trees and decided to pick some.

Upon arriving back at the temple, Katara noticed Zuko and Aang were not firebending.

Weird. Zuko is always here by no, she thought. For a moment, she had the feeling of being watched, but she brushed it off and started to make breakfast.

"Wake up." she called, hoping everyone heard her. As she began to slice through the fruit with an ice knife, she thought about who "everyone" included. "Everyone" included, not only her brother, not only Toph, not only the twelve year old monk who was in love with her (even though she didn't feel the same). No, those people were not the part of "everyone" she was thinking about.

Katara was thinking about a boy. He was tall and muscular, with jet black hair, golden eyes, and alabaster skin. The boy that was supposed to be her enemy. The boy that she was supposed to hate. But, she didn't. She couldn't. No matter how hard she tried, (and believe me she tried very hard) to hate him, she just couldn't. The more she thought about it, the more she regretted all of the things that she said to him. She had to do something to make this right. And then it hit her.

Katara, master waterbender of the Southern Tribe, would apologize.