A/N: Zuko's story

Zuko's dad disowned him when he was little because he thought of his son as a disgrace to the family. To make his point, he left a scar on his face. His mother left before he was disowned, so Zuko's uncle raised him instead. He had an evil little sister, Azula, who, according to his father, was a child prodigy. She was daddy's little girl, and there was no place for Zuko left in his tiny, cold heart. Zuko is fifteen years old now, and works for the Moonlight Dancers. No, he wasn't part of the dancing group. Instead, he serves tea to them. It's ridiculous, from royalty to tea maker.He thinks bitterly. He has, however, made a few friends in the group.Mya and Shya, twins who are both 27, came to the group at the age of 18. Mya was outgoing, loud, and easily distracted. Shya was shy and smart, and terribly nice. There was also Aleta, the leader of the group. She was strong and stubborn, and sort of a pessimist. Zuko didn't know the names of anybody else in the group. Once their show was done, they'd all go backstage and get some tea and food. Zuko was busboy, waiter, and janitor, so he had to clean, serve, and wash the dishes. At times he hated his job, but talking to the dancers always cheered him up. Most of the time he didn't bother to see the shows, they were almost always the same.

One day, he was serving tea to the dancers while they were in an argument. They were sitting at a long rectangular table, and Aleta sat at the end of it. The room was brightly lit, and Zuko was refilling the empty teacups.

"We don't need a new dance routine!" One of the male performers said.

"Yes we do," Aleta began calmly. "We have performed in almost every major stadium there is. When we make our fourth trip around the world, the audience won't want to see the same exact performance again!"

The man scoffed. "They won't remember the last performance we did! It's been too long."

"On the contrary, my dear, our performances are so spectacular, it's impossible to forget! Face it, we need a new routine, and we better come up with one soon, or we'll go out of business!" Aleta countered.

"I still say that a new routine isn't necessary," He said obstinately.

"Actually, I agree with Aleta," came a quiet voice. They all turned their heads to look at who was speaking. Shya turned red. "It is probably best if we do start a new routine, or people will get bored and stop paying us to perform," She added.

Mya jumped in. "Well if we do need a routine, then we better think fast, peoples. We need to rehearse and practice, and even before that, the new routine has to be bigger and better than the old one."

"It'll be too much work!" The man protested.

"Aw, afraid of a little work, are you?" Aleta teased. Zuko snickered at her reply.

The man reddened. "You mind your own business," he snarled.

Zuko growled.

"That's enough, don't drag the poor boy into this," Aleta said.

The man mumbled something under his breath.

"What was that?" Aleta asked.

"Nothing..." He muttered.

"That's right. Now, all in favor of a new routine say 'aye'," Aleta said.

"Aye," everybody said in unison, even the man who protested before said it reluctantly.

"Good. I'm glad we can all agree on something for once," Aleta said happily.

"Katara, can't you do anything else besides dance?" Sokka asked.

Katara ignored her irritating brother.

"Katara, are you listening to me?"

She continued to ignore him.

"KATARA, RESPOND!" Sokka yelled.

Katara swiftly turned around to look at her brother. She glared at him with dangerously narrowed eyes. "Do you know how much this means to me?"

Sokka glared back. "Do you know how hard I've worked to feed you and to keep us alive?" Sokka said. "And you don't even appreciate it!" he exclaimed.

Katara's gaze softened slightly. "I do appreciate you, Sokka. But you've never cared about what I wanted."

"Oh, I'm sorry, I was just too busy getting food and cooking!" Sokka replied.

Her gaze hardened again. "No, Sokka. Even before Gran-Gran died, you didn't care. You never have."

Sokka was shocked. He didn't think his support mattered so much to his sister. "Katara—"

"Ever since Gran-Gran died, nobody was there for me. How do you think I felt, Sokka?" Katara said in a wobbly voice.

"Katara I—"

"Go away."

"No but—"

"Go. Away."

Sokka sighed. He left, and when Katara heard his footsteps fade away, a tear slipped down her cheek.

After a few hours, Sokka came back. Katara looked at him. He averted his eyes and refused to look at Katara.

"Sokka, I'm sorry, but I do really I appreciate you. I know it's been hard for you these couple days and—"

"No, Katara" Sokka began. "I'm sorry. I didn't know you needed me so much, and I promise I'll always be there for you, no matter what happens." He pulled out something from behind his back and smiled. "I got something for you," he said happily while waving it in front of Katara's face. Her eyes widened when she realized what it was.

"Sokka...you didn't!"

"I did!"

"You shouldn't have!" She said, and ran into his arms, embracing her beloved brother. He handed the scroll to her.

"I had to," He replied, his blue eyes danced.

"Oh, you're so wonderful...this is the happiest I've been in years!" She exclaimed, and it wasn't a lie. She rolled open the scroll to find many different waterbending styles, forms, and techniques. "Oh, wow!" She squeaked.

Her brother laughed. "Go, practice. I'll cook up dinner."

She hugged him one last time before dashing out of her house and to her favorite pond. There, she learned five new moves in only one hour. Then Sokka called her in for dinner. She ran inside, still smiling.

While eating dinner, Katara couldn't help but hum quietly to herself. She didn't even notice until she found her brother staring at her strangely.

"What's wrong?" Katara asked.

"Oh, nothing...it's just that...isn't that the song the Moonlight Dancers danced to?"

"Really? It is? I just thought it was some song I made up," Katara said.

"Yeah, it's definitely the song. I can't believe you remembered all this time," Sokka remarked.

"Me neither..." She said mused. "It's the song I always danced to..."

Sokka laughed. "Maybe you were born to be a Moonlight Dancer!"

"You think so?" Katara said hopefully.

"I know so, little sis."

Katara grinned.

"What do you mean you miscalculated?" Aleta exclaimed in disbelief.

"Well...you see, I thought there were 8 members in the group, and I gave two girls two different solos..." explained Mya.

"What? Who will do the other solo then?" Aleta asked.

"Well, I don't know..." Mya confessed.

Aleta rubbed her temples. "This is not good...this was our only free day! We don't have time to come up with another routine! I guess we'll have to use it then..."

"But what about the extra?" Mya asked.

"We're going to have to hire another dancer."

A/N: Ah, there's hope for you, Katara! Did you guys like this chapter? I would love your feedback! Thank you!