Wow, thanks for everyone who's read, responded and/or favorited my little story!! :D I honestly didn't think anyone would make it all the way through it! Haha. :3

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3 Aiko

Katara sat there in her bed, the blankets had fallen away from her body and her hair was ruffled. She fell back onto the borrowed bed, her pillows releasing a soft "poof" sound. She stared at the ceiling, flustered. Not wanting to think about what happened, she got up and did the only thing she could think of doing. The Waterbender began throwing her covers about and shaking them wildly. "Where the hell is my water pouch?!" she thought furiously, "That jerk better not have taken it!" She searched her totebag. Not there. Frusterated, she began to think that Zuko really did take it. She looked all around the room with no luck. She stood in the middle of her room, clutching the side of her head with one hand, starting to panic a little. Her eyes noticed a pair of shoe-slippers under her bed. "That's it. He had to of taken it," she thought angrily, "There's no where else it could be." Kneeling down to grab the shoes, she decided she was going to go see Zuko about it. She yanked the shoe-slippers out from beneath the bed and as she did so, she caught a glimpse of something move. She leaned down and peered underneath the bed. There lay her stiched leather water pouch. She felt slightly stupid. "Thank God," she murmered to herself. She looked around as she pulled the bag out from beneath her bed, wondering if somehow someone saw her lose her cool. Realizing that she was alone in the room, she turned her attention to her waterpouch. She started to feel a little bad for accusing Zuko of taking it, even if she only did so in her mind. "Zuko..." the name ran through her mind again. She sat there beside her bed, clutching her water pouch and lightly touching her lips. She shook her head furiously. "What the hell did he do that for?! I oughta kill him, that jerk!" she thought. Her eyes led themselves out her window, the sun had risen well past the horizon and the wind around the Air temple had picked up some. Another chill ran up her spine and she stood from the floor, deciding she should get out of her pajamas and head outside to make breakfast.

Zuko stood just outside her door, still catching his breath from what happened. "What the hell did I do that for?! She's gonna kill me!" he speculated. He felt his face getting warm again as he thought of the kiss they shared (well, that he stole) in Katara's dimly lit room. The feeling of her soft lips still lingered on his. Snapping back to reality, he clutched the side of his head. "Crap! What if she tells her brother?! I'm a dead man!" he worried to himself, even though he knew he could easily take Sokka in a fight. "I don't even like her--I just wanted her to shut up," Zuko tried to tell himself. He heard some footsteps approaching which interrupted his thoughts. He spun around.

"Zuko?" Aang said as he approached Katara's door. The two boys stood there staring at one another. "...What're you doing here?" Aang questioned after a long pause. Zuko began to sweat a little, his eyes wide.

"Uh--Um..." Zuko stuttered. He searched for an excuse, any excuse as to why he was standing outside the Waterbender's bedroom door.

Aang just grinned. "You get lost? This is Katara's room. You turn the other way down the hallway to get to your room."

Zuko swallowed hard and nodded. "Y-Yeah. Oops." He chuckled uncomfortably.

Aang continued, "C'mon, everyone's outside packing up their stuff. We'll have a little breakfast and then we're gonna move on." Zuko glanced back at Katara's door. He could hear her rustling around in there. He wondered how she was going to act during breakfast. Come to think of it, he wondered how he was going to act. Maybe he would just skip it. His stomach growled at him, letting him know that wasn't a good idea. Aang watched Zuko with a curious look on his face and continued talking, "So... anyway, just head down the hallway, pack your stuff, and make the first left on your way back. It'll lead out to the entrance of the temple where Sokka and Toph and everyone are getting ready to go." Aang smiled. Zuko looked over the Avatar's face, taking in the genuine smile. It wasn't often that he was smiled at. He wasn't sure that he's seen a genuine smile since he betrayed his Uncle back in Ba Sing Se. The prince cringed at the now awful memory, feeling sad and guilty. Azula smiled often, but never at Zuko. Not like he really wanted her to--her "genuine" smile was always dripping with evil and hatrid. And come to think of it, Mai, his now ex-girlfriend, never really smiled either. Her lips smiled, but the smile never reached her eyes. Yet, here's Aang, the one whom he felt was his enemy for so long--smiling at him with such ease... Like his Uncle used to. Zuko's heart wrenched once again inside of him. He turned without saying a word to the Avatar and set off towards his room.

"I'll see you out there, seifu hotman!" Aang called after him, smiling and waving. Zuko turned, his heart releasing itself a little. He almost wanted to smile. But he didn't feel worthy of smiling. Instead, he bowed and Aang returned the favor. The Avatar really had a way of making people feel at peace, without even trying. Zuko wished he could do the same, but he was nothing but the scarred face of the world's enemy. He lowered his head.

"You know what? I'm just here to teach the Avatar Fire bending, not to make friends with Sokka and them. Aang trusts me and the training has been going well, so who cares what the rest of them think?" Zuko thought to himself, "...Stupid girl." Although, the prince did find it strange that the only person who truly seemed to trust him or include him was Aang. It puzzled Zuko since, in all actuality, Aang was the only person who had a real reason to never ever trust him. He didn't understand how it was possible--he figured that Aang was just a good person or perhaps more forgiving by nature because he was the Avatar, but whatever the reason--it put the usually angry Firebender at ease. Zuko slowed in his stepping, turned back to the Avatar, and said something he doesn't say often enough.

"...Thank you," Zuko called out, slightly bowing again. Aang turned and looked a little surprised, but smiled to him.

"For what?" Aang asked. Zuko said nothing in response. He simply walked on without looking back, entering his room and closing the door behind him. Aang shrugged a little and turned to Katara's door. He knocked. "Katara! You awake?"

Katara froze at the familiar voice. Katara pulled her shirt the rest of the way over her head. "Yeah! Just a minute!" she called out. Since the day of black sun, Katara felt a little nervous around Aang, but it was a good nervous--some might describe it as having butterflies. She smiled as she pulled on her shoes and headed towards the door. She flung the door open. Seeing Aang standing there, she felt unusually happy to see him and threw her arms around him, hugging him tight. The Avatar tensed up, surprised at the unexpected, but pleasant greeting he received. "Good morning, Aang," she replied cheerfully, releasing him. Aang blushed a little.

"Uh, good morning, Katara," Aang murmered. He scratched the back of his head and grinned, still blushing. "You all packed?" he asked. Katara nodded and motioned toward her packed totebag hanging over her shoulder. Aang laughed, "Oh, wow. To think, you're all packed and ready to go, and Zuko can't even find his room." Katara flinched at the sound of his name.

"Zuko? What did he want?" Katara snapped. She clenched the strap of her totebag tightly.

Aang, not noticing Katara's bitter tone, started off toward the temple entrance and replied, "Yeah, it was pretty funny. When I got here, he was standing outside of your door, looking really confused." Katara's reflexes caused her to blush a little, but she soon recovered from the moment to scoff and roll her eyes.

"Hmph. There's a new one. Zuko's confused," Katara muttered under her breath. Aang just laughed, which made Katara smile. "Oh well. Who cares what happened this morning or what a jerk Zuko is. I just want to be happy when I'm around Aang," Katara thought. With that, she relinquished her anger, smiled big, and ran to catch up with him. As soon as she caught up, Aang started into a story, telling her about a dream he had about Appa, Sokka, and Momo. Katara laughed loudly at the ridiculous story the Avatar dreamt up, but catching a glimpse of the room at the end of the hall made her stop. Aang words faded away from her ears and before she realized it, the world had grown silent. She was no longer paying attention to the story. Instead, she was staring down the dark corridor at Zuko's door, not blinking, not laughing--not smiling. But still, she felt something. And it wasn't necessarily even anger.

"Hahahahahahaha!!"

Aang's laughter snapped her back to reality and she turned the corner with him, Zuko's door now out of sight. She smiled and joined in with Aang's laughter, laughing loudly, although she had no idea what she was laughing about.