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Disclaimer: No, I don't own Avatar The Legend of Aang AKA ATLA. Why would I do all the characters super OOC in the comics? Gee.

Katara POV

I wasn't in a good mood today.

I washed myself rushing. I almost wrapped the blue jeans and the cerulan top. I took my bag violently.

I wasn't in a good mood.

I stalked off without getting breakfast, surprising Sokka with my deep scowl as I took the lunch that Gran prepeared us for lunch. Still with an hot toast in the mouth, he talked "Hey sis, waked up on the wrong side of the bed?" I glared at him, my brother raised an eyebrow, and he walked towards me "Katara, are you okey?" I glanced up at his worried blue eyes, the same of my father before he left us for "duty". I shook my head and gave him a kiss on the check "Just worried. I got a project for History and my patner isn't really going to help." he nodded, taking his bag "Ask the teacher, Wu, isn't she? They told me that she's pretty good with students." I smiled, opening the door "Thank Sokka, is what I will do."

Aang and I got two periods togethere, the latin and the history ones. The first went pretty good, but I was nervous as I came in Wu's class. (A/N Not like a Wrecking Ball)

We were early, but she smiled at us "Katara, Aang, you okay?" we smiled and nodded. As Aang got his bag on the first councher and sat down I turned to the teacher "Mrs Wu, I have a question to ask you" she placed herself in fron of me, smiling "Talk darling"

I nodded and explained my problem, telling her about Zuko not wanting to help me, avoiding the cuts part, that was still a myster I wanted to relsove.

She looked at me, she placed her nails under her chin "Zuko can be harsh sometimes, but I believe he's a great guy. You must understand that he may would be rude, but it isn't entirely his fault. When he will came I would talk to him" just as she finished the bell rang.

I sat near Aang, that grinned at me. He took his notebook, writing something before looking up "Who are you paired with for the China project Kat?" I sighed "You know Zuko Agni, the...emo." I would have said 'the handsome boy with the scar, the grumpy one. The jerk one. The depressed one.'

His expression turned dark "Huh, yeah. I'm with Teo." I turned to see the boy in the wheel chair, chatting with his friend Duke. His grey eyes were worried "Do you trust him? Because if he touches you..." I smiled "C'mon Aang, he can't be all that bad. And aren't you the one always saying 'Never judge a book from it's cover?" He blushed "Yeah...just...I want you to be safe." I gave him a pat on the back.

As always, some minutes late, Zuko walked in. He was sweating, duo to the scarf and gloves and the run he probably made to came in earlier. (A/N Gee! No wrecking ball!)

He looked up at Wu with a neutral expression, and she nodded at him. He was going to make it to the back, but just to found it occupied. So he sitted at one of the two empty chairs behind us.

He had never sat not on the back, progress. A while later I saw Aang turning at the boy, who had a red earphone on now, the other hanging down his shoulder. Aang looked behind him, and I followed his sight "Umm, would you please lower the music?" Zuko looked up. Silver met yellow. Zuko raised an eyebrow, making me notice a new black piercing on top of it "No." he said simply, returning his attention at the song that I recognized as Demons by Imagine Dragons. Aang flinched "Please. I don't want to tell the teacher but the music distracts me." he completely ignored my friend, that made me angry.

"Hey! He asked you to turn your freaking music off! Just do it already, you are in a class, not in your bedroom." I half-yelled. I glanced at Wu, who was still writing on the ladder. He narrowed his eyes "Shut up paesant." I was stunned for a moment, my mouth opened.

*Flashback in Normal POV*

The ten years old girl looked over his brother Sokka. She saw his father, talking to a tall man with long black hair, yelling at him something she couldn't quite understand. She saw the other man growling, before smacking his expansive shoes in a near table "Shut up paesant!" was the only thing that she understood. Lately she discovered that the man was Ozai, the one suspected for her mother's death.

*End of Flashback, Katara POV*

That was it. I slapped him in the check, the left part of it. The smack was loud, and everybody turned around. The teacher shouted "Katara! Why did you do it?" I looked at her "He was being a jerk and calling me names!" I glanced at Aang, that had an amused-shocked expression on his face; I turned to Zuko, and guilt took over me. He was sitted straight on his chair, his head bowed, his long and pale fingers tracing the burned skin with no emotions. Aunt Wu looked at the teenager with a sympathetic expression.

I bowed my head "Sorry. I overreacted." he was going to say something, some rude comment probably, but a glance at the teacher face made him change idea "Whatever."

At the end of the lesson the teacher took Zuko outside, wanting to tell him something, aboutnthe project I tought. I don't know what she said to him, but while me and Aang were packong our things he came to us.

(A/N No Miley!)

He looked away "When for the stupid project?" I smiled, and Aang looked at him suspiciously. I took the bag "Are you free after school?" he nodded "Good, we can do it there." because I really didn't want to go in Agni's house, with Zuko, Azula and their father at once.

End of the school day~

I was waiting for Zuko to come outside, so we could take the bus. He did, but instead of walking towards me, he walked to a black car. He said something, to the rider, that nodded and said something. Zuko glared at him, and spitted something with a frown, the rider smirked and patted away. Zuko held his middle finger at the leaving car "Fuck!" he shouted.

I walked to him, when his golden eyes made their way to me he sighed "Let's go."

It was awkward. In the bus I was stiff, standing with my back and legs straight on the plastic sit, while Zuko listened to music with his shaggy head layed on the glass, I couldn't tell if he was staring outside or at the weak reflex of the pink scar. I spook "You have to do the same way for your house, the rider could have helped." he glanced at me "No..." I glared at his turned head "No?" he shook his head "No."

Gran opened the door, she smiled at me. She noticed Zuko "Good evening Mr...?" she held her hand, and to my surprise Zuko shook it "Agni Zuko." the tan fingers of my grandmother leaved the pale and long ones of the boy "Nice to meet you. I'm sure you have homeworks to do, I will leave you two to them." I leaded Zuko upstairs, glancing over my shoulder at Gran, that was raising a white eyebrow "Later" I mouthed to her.

We sat on the floor and started working. We took the information we needed from the book, and started writing.

After two hours of writing I rised my head to look at the teen. He was sweating really hard "Zuko, you're hot." he raised his right eyebrow with a terrified expression "Oh-huh-not in that sense...just you're sweating alot." his face darkened "Maybe you should drop the scarf and..." I glanced at his sweating fingers "...the gloves." I held my hand out 'Why?' this was the question I asked myself while I took the scarf gently from his neck 'Why?' his hair was protecting his face, I couldn't see it, his head was lowered; he could be staring at the homework, or, for me, at nothing.

The scarf fade out, revealing the cuts, then I gently moved my hand toward the right glove. When I was going to touch his left hand grabbed my wrist "Don't." his voice was a mix of frustration, anger and sadness. The gloves parted and I looked at his big hands: a big X on top of the right one and a red line on the left.

My voice softened "Who did this...?" he rubbed the signes "Nobody." I glanced at his neck "Zuko, it's obvious that som-!" the teen standed up "Shut up! I don't even know you! What do you want from me?!" I followed him, locking eyes "I just want to help you" his breathing was deep "Why? Why do you want to help me?!" I esitated 'I don't know'; I layed an hand on his arm "Because something is going on, and you need it." he shook his head "I don't need help." he growled "I don't need nobody help, your help."

As his thin lips closed in a straigh line the doorbell rang.

Zuko was packing his thing when my door room opened. I turned to see my grandmother with a scowl on her face, behind her, a man:

Agni Ozai.

His face was neutral, he raised a long and dark eyebrow over my shoulder. I turned around to found the terrified eyes of Zuko, he flinched "I was j-just packing father." he went to cover his neck with his hands, before remembering that he wasn't wearing his gloves "Ur..." he wore them, took his bag and walked over the door "I'm r-ready sir." the man nodded and walked away "Good evening." Zuko throw a glance at me, before following Ozai without even salute.

My Gran turned, and spook in an half-angry tone "Later."

Yoooooo! Did you like it? No? Review! Demons is, yeah, from the Image Dragons; and is beautiful, you guys need to hear it. I was angry with the "Came in" because one of my friends is always singing it.