AN//: Hey, Here is my first attempt at any Zutara stuff. I decided to take on the Zutara 100 challenge (I know- that's a little ambitious). I probably won't write them all in order, but I will put which Prompt number it is before I start the chapter.

Category: Avatar: The Last Airbender

Pairing: Zuko and Katara

Rating: M (to be on the safe side)

Disclaimer: I do not now, nor have I ever owned any piece of A:TLA. If I did, the ending would not have happened the way the writers wrote it. For one thing, Ozai and Azula would be dead. For another Kataang would not exist. (be honest, if we saw a "ten years later" segment, they would have broken up and we all know it.)

Zutara 100 number: 003. Poverty and

Enjoy!

Poverty

Wealth

Zuko glared as people passed by him in the street, not even taking notice of a beggar like him. He'd never thought he would ever experience poverty and was certain he didn't like the experience. The only thing that made the whole experience bearable was his escape into his own mind.

In his head, he was still not a prince, but he was decently wealthy. He had enough to provide for his wife and two children. He had a boy and girl, his daughter having her mother's chocolate hair and his golden eyes while his son had his raven locks and his mother's blue orbs. His daughter, the elder had been given her grandmother's name as a gift to him from his wife. He loved Ursa with all of his heart, lavishing on her all the love his own mother had given him. His son's name had been more of a gift to Aang than him, but he didn't mind. Roku was an excellent strong name and he loved his son dearly. He treated him as he would have loved to be treated by his own father, but never had been. He grinned as his wife's voice echoed in the halls of their home.

"Zuko, are you going to stand there the whole afternoon and just watch them play?" she ask laughingly as she snuck under his arm. "I was seriously considering it," he said into her hair, hugging her to him. His eyes traveled over his wife's lovely form and his children laughing in the garden. This was true wealth.

"Zuko."

Zuko was startled out of his dream world by his uncle's voice. "Yes Uncle?" he asked as he stood beside the old man.

"It is time for us to seek shelter now. The day is done."

Zuko merely nodded and followed his uncle to where they would spend that night. As he lay down to sleep, his last remaining thought was on the woman he loved. 'Yes, to be Katara's husband would be the greatest treasure in the world.'