Disclaimer: Drabbles aren't my forte- I'm more of a word-vomit kinda gal.

If you know what I mean.

So here's the second prompt and accompanying drabble... read on and be merry. Also let me warn you that the drabbles don't have a linear timeline so they're all from different points of time. Also there isn't a plot except for the general canon: make team, kill Ozai. The end. Obviously minus the kataang.

Also, many fluffy cat hugs to my first reviewers. Ya'll are too nice :3 Hope no one's allergic to fur.

24-01 prompt 02 : Die

He annoyed her, he infuriated her and he seemed to have no control whatsoever when it came to harassing her. But Sokka was her brother and that was expected. She knew he was only joking and mostly he only tried to lighten the mood- and that gave her slight pause from wanting to snap his neck.
Who she didn't have an ounce of restraint when it came to killing was Zuko. The Fire Prince strutted about all day, not saying a word, being all gloomy and sullen. And when he did speak he said stupid things like give me fifty fire squats avatar!

Admittedly that wasn't quite stupid... but he sounded all raspy and... Katara sighed. A small part of her recognized she was fast losing her reasons for hating him, and the more he demanded physical exercise from Aang the more she realized he was committing to the cause.

Their cause.

But that didn't stop him from being a downright turd about anything else, her irrational side screamed, waving water whips like it was waging into a war. And wage war they did. He would mumble something about her food or her hair or her water or the sky and she'd snap back and they'd launch into a warm up verbal spar that would almost always morph into a full-scale battle. And he made sure to never make the first move. It was always her. He'd prod her and worm his way under her skin and when she exploded at him he'd smirk wryly like he'd been expecting this and step aside to dodge her water whips and only then bring up his own fire. That made everything worse.

She clenched her jaw as she pondered his infuriating actions. Sometimes she wanted to smash his face into a pulp and… and cook a stew… and feed it to him! Sometimes she wanted to grind his bones and boil it… and- would that make a tea?

She refused to acknowledge that her logic had run out a long time ago.

She sighed quietly and shot a glare across the temple to where the rooms were. Everybody else was asleep and breakfast was nearly ready. She knew he wasn't asleep though. She'd heard enough about his rising with the sun nonsense.

Pompous bastard.

She winced at the profanity and tried to calm her grating nerves. Her whole body thrummed whenever he'd say something to her- just ready for a fight. His voice alone made her want to pummel him into the ground and tell him that she hated his high-headed principles about honour and he could take his ugly topknot and bury it in his ass with the stick he had shoved up there. She really just wanted to shove him into a grave.

It went like this every day, Katara growling to herself in perpetual annoyance and Zuko tempting her into a fight every so often. While he was away she'd grouse over their rocky relationship and wish him dead.

But every morning, when he'd come back down from his sun salutations or whatever, as punctual as the light rising in the east, she would feel a little calmer. He'd look more pleasant, true… but it was more the look in his eyes that made her gulp and die a little inside. And maybe his shirtless state but she'd never admit it to herself. But then he'd roughly call for the avatar and the spell would break and she'd grind her teeth at him and the cycle would continue.

But every day, at dawn, prince Zuko would make her pulse race for reasons she refused to explore. And that itself made her wish the metaphorical grave from earlier would be hers.

a/n: Read and review and have a slice of cake, cause I made the drabble shorter! Hurrah, I'd say.

I also recommend you read my sister's half of the drabble challenge thing while you have your celebratory cake. dramione: a compendium she calls it and Oblivionxx is what she calls herself. Clearly its not the same ship but we do use the same prompts so its interesting to see how she interprets these words and applies it to the only other ship that loves to hate.

See you tomorrow :3