A/N Sorry to keep you waitin everyone!

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Her vision slowly cleared up, as she blinked a few times and narrowed her eyes at the glaring morning sun.

Then at the realization, she gasped and shot up from bed.

"Where's the spirit!? What happened to him?" She frantically swiveled her gaze around the light red infirmary and the nurse clad in red, ran up to her and asked, "Are you ok child? You seemed tense."

"No, no, I'm fine, but where's the spirit?"

The nurse looked at her as if she were a mad woman. "Dear girl, there was no spirit, what in good spirits are you talking about?"

"The Blue Spirit! I know he was here! He fought off that no good Jiuse for me! He protected me! Where is he?" Katara almost yelled.

The nurse shook her head and sighed, "Child, there was no spirit, the person that brought you in here was Prince Zuko himself, no spirit."

Katara filled with rage once more, what permission did she give that -no good, filthy, brat of a prince- to touch her?

"You slept for two days straight, and the bruises on your arms and legs are all healed."

Katara just nodded and slipped out of bed, fists shaking in rage.

That's when her last nerve snapped. She quickly changed into a red silk qipao and the matching pants and stormed out, determined to find that prince and slap some sense into his arrogant little head.

Hour upon hours of searching, she finally found him going into his room.

"Hey!"

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Zuko looked up and saw the blue eyed girl running towards him.

"What do you-?"

He never got to finish his sentence since Katara's hand made contact with his pale cheek.

The sound of flesh hitting against flesh cracked through the hallway.

Zuko cursed at the strength of the crazy girl and shouted, "What the hell do you think you're doing!?"

Katara seethed and lashed out, "You didn't even do anything to stop Jiuse! You didn't even stop to think about me!"

He just stared at her and replied, "You're just a servant, why would I care for an insignificant being like you?"

That's it...

She shot forth a fist, unfortunately, Zuko grabbed it within his hand and blocked the other one.

"Let go! I hate you! I trusted you and this is what you do!?" Katara screamed out, tears falling from her eyes.

Zuko just stayed calm throughout this whole thing and simply let go of her fists once she finished.

He turned into his room and said once last thing.

"Don't go back to you geisha work, you serve me as of today."

Katara looked up with her glistening eyes.

"Ironic isn't it?" With that Zuko went into his room and shut it, leaving Katara standing in the halls.

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This couldn't be happening! She, out of all the other girls, had to serve that pig-headed, swine of a prince? Impossible!

With one last cry, she kicked the door to his room with such a force, it caused her own foot to throb violently.

Cursing under her breath, she wiped her tears and walked down the hall towards her room.

Dinner time ended without much, except the occasional plans being tossed around of attacking the Water Tribes.

Katara walked back from the dinner, hugging herself. She stopped at the arch of a windowsill and looked up at the moon, gazing at it's beauty.

"Beautiful isn't it?"

She shot out in surprise and turned around to find Zuko behind her, gazing up at the moon also.

"Yeah, it sure is..." Katara watched it a bit more and suddenly felt the urge to leave.

"I have to go, I'm tired."

As she turned around and started to walk away, Zuko shot his hand out and grabbed her wrist, stopping her in her tracks.

Katara turned around and locked gazes with him, looking into those golden eyes.

"What do you want?"

Zuko raised an eyebrow and smirked, "You're my servant, you don't leave unless I say so."

Katara scoffed, "Yeah right, I'll leave when I feel like it."

He narrowed his eyes and sent a glare that could look right into your soul. "It looks like I gave you too much freedom."

Right then, he turned her around to that her back was facing him and he lift up a lock of her hair, revealing the mark her gave her weeks ago.

"Remember this?" He breathed into her ear, sending shivers down her spine, touching the scar.

Katara grudgingly nodded.

"This mark means that you belong to me now..."

"What?" Katara snapped out, ripping herself out of his grasp, "I don't belong to you, I don't belong to anyone!"

Zuko clenched his fists, but showed no other signs of his anger.

"Go ahead! Hit me! I don't care! It's already obvious that you don't care! Go ahead!" Katara boldly yelled out.

"Gladly..."

As he stepped forward one step at a time, Katara let a kunai slip out from her sleeve and into her hand.

Zuko spotted it and stopped, a smirk on his face, "You're really that determined to show that you don't belong to me are you?"

Katara refused to answer to that and stayed silent, eyeing him as he came closer. There was no way she was going to win, unless she summoned up her weak waterbending skills, but those were practically useless, and there was no way the kunai could pierce through his armor.

He hand lit up and a shadow casted over his face, giving a demonic look on his face.

She started shaking, "Stay back! I'll kill you! I mean it!"

Zuko just chuckled, "You think you have what it takes to kill me..." He rushed forward and grabbed the silky collar of her shirt and slammed her into the wall.

Katara grunted as she contacted the wall and looked at him, defiance still gleaming in her eyes.

He whispered into her ear, "but you don't you're just a little girl that isn't cut out to be a warrior..."

Now that pushed her buttons, boy was that boy in for a world of hurt!

Katara yelled and shot her kunai forth, hoping it would pierce the armor. Unfortunately, the kunai didn't even make contact with his armor, since he grabbed her hand quickly, stopping the attack.

"You want to fight? That's fine with me..." Zuko let her go and backed up, getting into fighting stance.

"I guess another painful lesson would keep you in line." He shot out fire and the flaming projectiles whizzed past her head, just barely.

Katara threw her kunai and watched it pierce the marble floors.

"You're awfully skilled in dagger mastery..." He shot out more flames, each barely missing her head. "Just like the fighting styles of..." Zuko licked his lips and created his flame daggers and slashed them at Katara.

She dodged them with easy, although it wasn't to be taken lightly.

He sweep kicked her and she fell, her hand feeling numb the minute she touched those marble floors.

He hovered over her and finished his sentence, "an assassin..."

Katara widened her eyes as he took out a blue object.

Her necklace!

Zuko looked at her and then back at the necklace, "Too bad this had to go to waste, but I need it to track down a Water Tribe assassin, sent out to kill me, would you happen to know..."

"What are you talking about?" Katara asked, glaring him and then back at the necklace.

"Oh nothing, just saying that an assassin is amongst us, you know...just to inform..." He narrowed his eyes and put the necklace back into his back pocket.

Damn him!

"Well, anyways, it looks like I won," He looked down at her for a while and then finally started to walk away.

Katara tried to haul herself up to her feet, but the painful cracking of her wrist met her ear. She winced in pain and yelled down the hall, "Hey! I'm not finished yet! Get back here and fight!"

He stopped in mid-step and spoke, "You're really stubborn, you know that?"

"So what if I am? I'm only fighting for what I deserve!"

She saw him take a heaving sigh and turning around. He walked towards her and kneeled down next to her. "Let me look at your wrist."

"No," she pulled her hand away from his, a bit of regret shocked through her.

"See what I mean? Stubborn."

Katara glared up at him and willingly held out her arm for him to inspect.

After a while, he looked up at her and said, "Sure enough, you broke your wrist."

"Like I know that Captian Obvioooouuu—sss! Hey! Put me down!"

Zuko swept her off her feet and held her, which was very hard indeed, considering the fact she was squirming.

"Put me down now!" She yelled flailing her legs and right arm.

"Will you just keep still? Your wrist isn't going to heal better that way!" Zuko said in a matter-of-factly voice.

Katara stopped and her face twisted into frustration, which looked like she was pouting.

"Aw, don't pout," Zuko said, teasingly.

"Shut up, like I want to pout in front of you..."

Finally they made it to the dark corridors where the rooms were. As they walked down, Katara finally felt relaxed while he carried her, it was...(she hated to admit this), it was nice.

As she began to nod off to sleep, Zuko stopped.

"What is it?" She asked, a little too loudly.

He quickly let her down and led her around the corner, so that they weren't visible.

"What's going o-?"

Zuko quickly covered her mouth with his hand and he looked around the corner, into the dark corridor.

Katara shivered as the cold, winter, night air blew around her.

What was going on?

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A/N BWHAHAHHAH! I'm evil once more to stop it there! BWEEEE-HAHAHAHH!

Yeah, just testin new evil laughs. heheheh

P.S. If some of you are confused on how to pronounce the pplz names, here they are,

Jiu-se (jeew-suh) (English name: Joseph)

Ji-yin (jee-yin) (English name: Jean)

Yeah I just picked the name at random in a Chinese name archive. So I have nothing against Joseph's (since he is the bad guy), I chose all the names at random! XP

R&R!