Zuko's POV:

I was about to block the shot of fire that I knew was coming, except the captain froze, his hand twisting in an impossible way.

My eyes widened and I glanced at Katara.

She was controlling this man, purely by force of will it seemed.

But tears were rolling down her heavily tanned cheeks, her beautiful blue eyes were swirling with emotions.

Hurt. Anger. Misery. Determination. Even what looked like betrayal.

She forced the man to his knees before slamming him flat on the floor.

He looked terrified.

I didn't blame him.

Katara's POV:

Zuko paused for a second, shock evident in his eyes when I glanced at him, but he quickly sprang back into action.

"Do you know her?" He asked the captain (whose head I forced up so he was watching us).

"N-n-no," the man stuttered. "N-no I d-don't."

"Look at her eyes," Zuko said. "And tell me you don't remember her."

The man glanced at me, and I studied his face.

*FLASHBACK*

I was eight (A/N: Ummm…. 90% sure that's when she lost her mother. Correct me if I am wrong) again, and had just run into our house, only to see my mother kneeling down on the floor with a Fire Nation soldier standing over her.

My mother's eyes flicked to me and the soldier turned, glancing at me and showing me a glimpse of the face beneath the mask.

It was harshly angled, the skin around his fierce brown eyes crinkled in what looked like permanent distaste. He was clean shaven, but his mouth was nothing more then a hard line, pressed into what looked like a (yet again) permanent frown.

My first thoughts were:

A) I hate this guy,

B) He is attacking my mother and she needed help,

C) Help, also known as my father, was too far away for me to fetch in time to make a difference,

& D) This dude has some serious anger issues.

*END FLASHBACK (CAUSE RIGHT NOW WE JUST NEED WHAT HIS FACE LOOKED LIKE)*

There was something wrong, something off.

This mans face was smooth, no wrinkles at all, and he had a full beard and mustache.

This man was not my mothers killer.

I broke my hold on him and he slumped to the ground.

"Its not him," I said. "That's not the man that killed my mother.

Zuko stared at me in shock, his golden eyes wide.

"What do you mean?" He asked. "This is the only captain of the Southern Raiders!"

I shook my head sadly. "Its not him." I repeated.

"Do you not remember this Water Nation girl?" He asked the man.

I turned away so that they couldn't see me cry.

"Oh, you must mean Captain Hyroshu (A/N: Forgot his name so I guessed) ! He retired four years ago!" The man said. I glanced at him to see Zuko nodding and letting him go.

Zuko stood and took my arm, leading me out of the room.

I held onto my composure until we reached the rock/island/thingy where Appa was hidden.

I knew I was shaking by now, and I sank to my knees and, unable to hold it in any longer, burst into tears. Zuko knelt down next to me and pulled me into his embrace, rubbing my back as I cried.

"I-I'm sorry," I mumbled. "I-its just, I wanted it so much to be the man who killed my mother, so I could finally get my revenge. Finally give him what he deserves."

"I know," Zuko murmured. "but it wasn't. We know who it is now, though. We know his name." I nodded into his shoulder.

I knew I didn't trust Zuko, but he had something in him that just calmed me down, at least while I was in his arms.

My thoughts flashed to Aang, Sokka and Toph.

What would they think of me now?

I had shown my distaste for Zuko clearly, yet here I was, crying in his arms.

Zuko's POV:

My arms were around Katara, her slender shoulders shaking as she cried.

This girl has been through so much, yet she continues to hold strong in front of her friends.

Sometimes I think that's all it is, that that's all it can be.

A front.

A wall of calm over the turmoil inside.

How do I know? I am exactly the same way.

Okay, even though I have had this written for like…ever…I never posted pt 2! Weird, right? Anyways, enjoy!

P.S.:

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