Oh, Zutarians are going to like this chapter! VERY, VERY MUCH. But, why would I bother telling you about it, when you're only a few inches away!

No lyrics for this chapter. Couldn't find any that fit with the circumstances. –chuckles with glee- And those circumstances are going to rock some socks.

Disclaimer: I don't own Avatar. You shoot me, I'll shoot you back.

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Chapter Four

"Hey, let's take a break."

"Sounds good."

The sun was high in the sky, burning down upon the Earth. There was not a breath of wind for relief. There were no clouds to act as a shield for Zuko and Aang as they paused from their daily training. Aang was sweating madly, wiping his forehead with the back of his hand. Zuko was breathing heavily and took several gulps out of the canteen.

"Well," Zuko began after swallowing the icy water. "I do love the sun, since it makes my bending stronger during the day. But, damn, can't we have a little shade?"

Aang nodded wordlessly in agreement and held his hand out for the canteen. Zuko passed it to him, and the monk wiped the top with his sleeve.

"I'm not diseased, you know." Zuko said flatly.

"Eh… sorry. It's a habit of mine." Aang replied with a shrug. He took large swigs and set the canteen behind a rock to keep it cool.

"No worries. Should we get back to training?" Zuko asked. "If we don't get roasted alive?"

Yet, Aang had fallen silent. He had seen some movement from behind a foundation of the temple. A piece of red fabric was exposed from behind the stone. Aang didn't know who it was, since the others had all gone to get more food from the forest.

"Uh… I'll be right back." Aang lied through his teeth. Zuko looked at him as though Aang had lost his mind. Zuko rolled his eyes with a laugh and began walking the opposite way.

"Well, while you're doing… whatever you're doing... I'm going to cool off at the fountain." Zuko said. Soon, the former prince was out of eyesight. Suddenly, Aang began to dash towards the fabric.

It then moved, and Aang picked up his pace. Whoever the person was, he was fast. Aang literally had to sprint to keep up. And it took every bit of Aang's balance not to trip and fall over. The man tried to shake Aang off, weaving in and out of the corridors.

But, Aang knew this place like the back of his hand. As a child, he had come there numerous times with Monk Giatso. Aang started to keep up with ease, almost knowing the man's movements before he made them.

Suddenly, however, it seemed that the man disappeared into thin air. Aang immediately lost the man's trail. He looked around, completely dumbfounded. If that guy were smart enough, he would have done that long ago.

Aang then turned around to see Katara's door propped open. In curiosity, Aang neared the room and peeked in. Katara was sitting on her bed, a book in her hand. Large stacks of other novels were beside her. She was removing the water from their pages.

"Hey, Aang." She greeted him without looking up. She extracted the water from the first book and deposited the water in a bowl. She put the dry book in a separate pile from the wet ones.

"How'd this happen?" Aang questioned. Katara looked up, but her eyes would still not meet his. She wouldn't look him in the face, not even for a second. Aang knew that Katara was acting strangely for a reason.

"Zuko and I were trying to move these back to the library. There were so many that some of them toppled over into the fountain." Katara explained, a smile gracing her face. "He was so clumsy. But, he had to train you, so I've been doing this by myself."

Aang didn't know what to think. When did Katara go with him to the library? WHY would Katara go with him to the library and not tell anyone? More importantly… what could those two have been doing instead of putting books away?

Out of the blue, Aang had a ravaged hatred for Zuko. Aang stormed over to the piles of books and knocked them all to the floor. Katara was instantly pissed. She stood up in fury.

"What has been your problem lately?!" She screamed. "You seem to think that everything I do- everything Zuko does- is a fuckin' crime!! Could you please explain to me what has your panties in such a big bunch?!"

"Yeah, I can!" Aang yelled back. "You've been with Zuko way too much lately! And guess what?! That wasn't Sokka's shirt you were wearing; that was ZUKO'S!! So, what exactly have you two been doing?!"

"We both couldn't sleep last night, and it was cold!! Being the GENTLEMAN he is, he offered to keep me warm!!" Katara defended herself.

"Yeah, he offered to keep you warm in more ways than one..." Aang said crossly. Katara's jaw dropped in astonishment. She and Zuko- they wouldn't- how could Aang…

"You sick BASTARD!!" She screamed two times louder. She grabbed Aang's collar viciously and shook him about. "We haven't done ANYTHING like that, you pervert! And if you DARE say anything like that in front of me again, I swear to God, I'll never forgive you!"

Katara rushed over to the fallen books and picked them up. Then, one by one, she threw them at Aang. "Get the fuck out, Aang!! GET OUT!!"

Aang's aggression was easily dropped and replaced by fear. He never wanted Katara to get this angry. In fact, he had never seen her so angry for any reason.

"I'm sorry!" He said, now pleading. Katara continued hurling the books at him with all of her might.

"Get out all ready!!" She shouted. Aang scurried out of the room, his heart heavy with regret. He would never… hurt Katara in the way he did. He would've turned right back around to apologize, but Katara was on a killing spree.

Anything he did now would've made him one limb shorter.

Katara was back in her room, now collapsed on the floor. The books were everywhere, some still sopping wet. Others were practically falling apart because of the recent episode.

Katara was sobbing. How could Aang have insulted her like that? She couldn't believe how cruel Aang had just been. She and Zuko wouldn't do anything like that! Okay, so she and Zuko had been much closer than they had ever been. That didn't give Aang the right to assume that they were… bedding each other!

Katara heard footsteps coming from her door. If it was Aang, she would've destroyed him on the spot. But, instead of a bald Airbender standing over her, the opposite was.

"What the hell happened?!" Zuko asked in concern. He eased his arms under Katara and lifted her up. He then took her over to the bed and set her down gingerly. Her face was stained with tears, and her eyes were threatening to give more.

"It was Aang. He said… he said such horrible things…" Katara sniffled. Zuko kept a comforting hand across Katara's shoulders.

"That doesn't sound like him at all." He said. "What did he say?"

"How he thought… that you and me-," Katara started. But, Zuko put his finger to her lips with a nervous chuckle.

"Whoa! Heh, I all ready know where that's going." Zuko assured her. But, Katara was unexpectedly warm. Her skin was tingling from Zuko's touch. It was so agonizing that Katara had to restrain a pleasurable shudder from escaping her.

Zuko… felt so right to her. But, no matter how good she felt at that moment, Katara was still breaking down. In another fit of tears, she fell into Zuko's lap, using his shoulder as a tissue. And Zuko didn't pull away. He didn't want to.

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OH! I loved this chapter so much! I hope you guys did too! –DeathRow609