So sorry I didn't update sooner! Moving across the country in a car doesn't allow for much wifi:/ But we made it to our destination safe and sound:p

Also for those of you who have been following this story I've gone back and edited the last chapters for all grammar errors that I found.

So ya here's chapter six, reviews are appreciated! Enjoy!

Zuko stared into the back of the blue cloth that blindfolded him. The Water Tribe Warrior had tied it into place only a few minutes after they began walking; they walked in silence but Zuko could feel the anger rolling off of her. Zuko wasn't used to being not in control, so being the one led to whatever judgment awaited him was a new experience.

But he new that it was a necessary sacrifice. He smirked inwardly when he remembered the look of triumph that the girl had worn on her face; she'd actually thought that she'd successfully tricked him. No, he gave himself up, purposely giving her the perfect opening to attack. He'd thought out all of the errors that the previous Ignis Furiis could have made. He reasoned that their basic plan would to be to storm the forest and kill any that dared stand in their way; that plan had obviously failed so he decided to take the indirect approach. He would win their trust, and in order to do that he needed a direct audience with Chief Hakoda himself; if he could convince their leader tht his intentions were good, then he could deceive the rest of them as well.

He tread lightly, being careful to move his feet feet with the ground so he could avoid tripping and making a fool of himself. Kya had edge of a dagger placed delicately placed across his shoulder blades; he reasoned that even for an guard, she was being overly cautious.

"I'm guessing you are taking me to your leader or council? Zuko asked, breaking the silence. He heard her scoff behind him.

"Really?" She asked mockingly, "Why would you think that?" She said it with anger in her voice. Zuko smirked, he admired how feisty she was. But in order for his plan to work he needed to look good in front of the authority; which in turn required her to tell the story how it happened, not how she perceived it to happen.

"Why do you find it so hard to trust me? I told you my story, is it that unbelievable?" He questioned her. She kept the dagger on his back but grabbed his arm and pulled upward indicating that he needed to step up. He stepped over a branch, but she didn't let go of his arm; she had stopped so he was forced to as well.

He turned his head and looked down to where he knew her face would be, "Well?"

He felt her fingers tug at the blindfold and it fell from his face, and his golden eyes met her harsh blue ones. "Well?" He asked quietly.
The girls eyes softened slightly and searched his face, looking for answers.

"I trust no one." She almost whispered looking away from his molten gaze. He could hear the agony behind her words and could see it in her eyes.

"You were betrayed." It wasn't a question, it was a statement. She looked up at him through her thick eyelashes almost pleadingly. He watched her in a small amount of wonder, that someone who appeared so strong and so cold, could look to be so broken on the inside; be so buried in her determination that she herself suffers. Then in a split second the gentleness was gone and rage filled her eyes; she pushed him forward so hard that he stumbled.

"Come on, I'm taking you to Chief Hakoda, it'll be up to him what's done with you," she spat in a venomous voice. He turned to face her, all kindness had vanished and determination now took residence on her delicate face. But he still saw pain hidden in her features. Now that she'd opened up to him, even a little bit, he would always see the brokenness that lied just under the surface.

Katara continued pushing him toward her city. She was furious with herself for being so foolish, she couldn't believe she'd shown him what was in her heart.

I was weak.

She squeezed her eyes shut for a moment and when she opened them only pure ice could be seen in them. She didn't know why she'd let him see her like that. She saw the understanding in his eyes when he recognized the source of her pain, his eyes didn't hold the contempt she thought she'd see. She'd never let anyone see her like that before. And now the person who had was a potential threat.

She slowed her pace when she saw the familiar curve of the trees that grew near the secret entrance of her precious city. She would take him to her father and give him her story and the man standing next to her would face the decision he made; and she would not hesitate in carrying out his sentence.

She winced inwardly at the thought of killing him, although maybe, she reasoned, it would best if his life was ended. He had witnessed a moment of her weakness.

What would Aang say?

She paused in her walking and pretended to be studying the ground when the fire bender looked back at her with a questioning glance. She ignored him and thought of what her wise friend would have told her.

"All life is sacred," "Taking out your anger on him won't solve anything," "You can't bury yourself in your rage," "You have no proof that he's lying, you would have innocent blood on your hands,"

At that last one she narrowed her eyes. "Innocent blood," she muttered to herself closing her eyes and tilting her chin downward.

"What?" Her head snapped up and her eyes opened instantly. She hadn't realized she'd spoken out loud. She glared at him for intruding on her thoughts.

"Nothing, keep moving." She spat, marching forward.

And then there was that other thing that made her hesitant. Her secret. She knew that her time would be coming soon. She could feel it in everything she did; she felt in the breeze when it brushed against her skin, in the water that gurgled down the creek, even in the earth she could feel the disturbances. It was as if the world around her was preparing for the coming battle.

But Katara forced herself not to think on that too much. She didn't care who he was, he was the enemy.

They rounded around a large group of trees and came face to face with a mountain. It extended indefinitely on either side and was at least four-hundred feet tall. Katara placed her hand on the wall with an open palm, closed her eyes, and breathed deeply. She felt the wall vibrate almost undetectably under her finger tips, she pulled her hand away to see a small hole had formed where the center of her palm had been.

"Are we suppose to fit through that?" The man behind her asked sarcastically.

She ignored him and pulled a small stream of water through her pouch and twirled it around her fingers; freezing it into a long, thin, group of spirals. Then she placed the tip carefully in the hole and pushed it through. Katara waited a moment and then stood back waiting for what she knew would follow.

The wall rumbled and a door appeared in the rock. She put her hand on the man's shoulder and led him into the darkness that swallowed them.

There you go! I hope you enjoyed!:) Please review!

Also for those of you who like the more fluffy stuff, my story I will find you is a fluffy Zutara story, please check it out!

Love you all!

Kmsitterley

(Edited 12/21/12)