It was sometime weel before the sun even began contemplating rising, but Katara was wide awake for the day. It was odd for her to be up before sunrise, and even rarer for her to be up before Zuko. She smiled her body nice and warmm as it lay between the smooth smooth silk sheets. Zuko's warm body drapped protectively, lovingly over her, as a down comfort lay over her. Zuko must have placed it over her in the night, when she was cold. Careful not to distrb him, she shifted on the bed her free hand lovingly stroking Zuko's face. How she loved him, he had been so amazing in so many was last night she never wanted to forget the moment or to let it end. As Katara heaved a small sigh, Zuko stirred in his sleep. He was tired, and it was far too early even for him to be up- he could sense it is his bones. But, when he opened his eyes and saw those glacial azure eyes starring in his amber almost sanguine eyes, he rolled over wrapping himself in the sheet, sitting up. Though he body ached for sleep, and was exhausted, he would trade feeling horrible all day to spend a few extra hours with Katara. As his eyes adjusted to the darkness in the room he took in her sight. Her hair was disheveled and truly a mess, and he could see she was blushing and becoming self-concious. It was moments like these when Katara thought she looked her worst, but Zuko didn't. She couldn't understand why he smiled at her with love and lust in his eyes. It was in these moments she looked her best, in his opinion, raw and pure beauty. Natural beauty, that was his and only his. No one else got to see her in this state.
Katara laid there her face redding by the moment feeling suddenly self-concious under his gaze. She scrambled to wrap her exposed body up, embarassed further by her nakedness. She heard Zuko chuchled at her modesty as he wrapped his arms around her drawing her body besides his. "Good morning," he whispered in her ear, his breath was so warm and inting as it had tickled her ear sending a cool, invgorated chill down her spine. Only he could make her shiver like that. "Mornin'," she mumled her lips barely as her head rested on his bare chest, so warm and inviting. She could feel his rate race as she wrapped her arms around him in reutrn. She could feel as he bean re-entagling his legs in hers as his fingers lightly traced the outline of her lips before quickly giving her a good morning kiss. Something she had missed so much, such a small gesture but it meant the world sometimes. "How are you feeling?" he asked his voice soft, yet his exhaustion was so obvious. "Better," she replied reffering more so than their bedroom rompe merely hours ago than that exact moment. Knowingly, he chuckled his laugh was hearty and deep, yet lving. "And now?" this was more quiet than before and serious. "Alright, been better," she replied with a hunger in her voice. A hunger to talk to him to really make him understand what was on her mind. But, she knew it was far too early to have a conversation with such meaning. He sighed heavily, it was not the answer he wanted to hear. He wanted to hear she really was feeling better. But, when she said alright he could hear the hidden meaning in her voice. He could hear the lie screaming at him.
Katara slid out of the comfort of her bed begrudgingly just an hour later once Zuko was sound asleep. Careful not disturb him she drew herself a bath and allowed her body to soak in the warm water. How she ached, sore, and tired. But, her body refused to let her sleep, she was too tired to sleep. Once bathed she dressed herself in deep blue robes her hair done in braids. It felt good to dress up completely for once. It made her feel special. She knew Zuko would be pleased she was wearing blue again. He absloutely loved it when she did. He claimed it made her look exotic, like nothing he had ever seen before. She knew he was stretching the truth some, but he was right the sense she looked different. No one in the Fire Nation looked remotely like her. With her honey brown, tan skin, glacial azure eyes, and brown hair that was longer than anyone around here had ever seen. Not mention her awkward height, very slim figure, and extremely curvy figure. That wasn't to say Fire Nation girls weren't good looking, but they didn't have the slim figure, height, curves, or beauty of her in Zuko's eyes. To Katara it made her a freak, it made her stand out in a crowd, but that is what Zuko loved most. No women were quite like Southern Water Tribe women in attitude, beauty and looks, brains, or in the bedroom or so Zuko had been told by Iroh. And if anyone knew it was Uncle Iroh. And Zuko would bet anything no Southern Water Tribe woman could even could compare to his Katara in any of those areas.
Katara slipped out of their room and began heading toward the kitchen. But, she stopped at Aang's open door where he sat staring off distantly his greyish eyes seemed so sad and lonely. Katara felt guilty as she stuck her in the door frame and said hello. Aang's head jerked up, all signs of his trance like state had vanished at the sound of her voice. "Hey," he replied his voice deeper than normal trying to cover the sadness inside. "What are you doing awake?"she asked as she stepped into his room finding a place beside him. Aang swallowed the lump in his throat as he inhaled her scent. The closeness of her near him was enough to drive him wild. He wanted to be with her, but she was Zuko's. She loved him and he owed her the chance at happiness. "Your brother and Suki aren't exactly quiet,"Aang replied with a smile rather bluntly leaving out the fact that she and Zuko weren't so quiet before either. And how, he had wished it was him and not Zuko she had made love to. Or how he had wished it was the two of them keeping up Sokka and Suki. Katara smiled half heartedly disgusted- it wasd little more information about her brother and his girlfriend than she wanted to know. "What are you doing wandeing about?" he asked his eyes seemed fixed on the ground not daring to look at her. "Can't sleep," she replied with a shrug, it was only an omission of the truth not a lie. Aang could tell she was lying in her voice. He knew her too well, and when his eye tried to catch hers and she ignored him he knew the reason was she was with Zuko, and had more on her mind. She had rushed and wanted his advice. This angered him, he didn't want to help her be with him. But, he knew she didn't know how he felt and probably never would.
"I am going to get some fruit. Want to join me?"Katara offered of Aang before she left. He didn't know why, it was against his better judgement, but he accepted the offer and moments later they were sitting down eating apples. "How's the pregnancy thing going?"Aang asked awkwardly trying to break the silence that was uncomfortable for him as he tried to hide the biterness and icy tone of his voice. Katara was thrown off by his question, it was rather rude. But the more she pondered the more she realized he was only twelve and probably didn't know much about sex or pregnancy being as though he was raised by monks. As to the fact Airbenders were not open about sexuality as Waterbenders, but then Waterbenders had to be. It was a curse, to be honest. They had to de to the moon's role in their life regardless of gender. "Good, I guess. I am far too underweight. The healers are worried I might loose the child because of that and the negative effect it has had on me. So is Zuko. I have lost much weight. But, other than that it is just nerves,"Katara replied which was the truth. She was worried and freaked out. By the time she had this child, if and this was a major if she carried to term she would be only sixteen and a half. As it stood now she was just days away from sixteen. And Zuko would be nineteen. Could they realistic do this, and make it work? "It must be nice," he whispered after a period of silence and deep thought. "What?" she replied noticing his tone was serious, sad and his eyes ladden with such responsibility only the kind Aang could possibly have. "To be able to live like that. Reproduce for the want of kids with who you want. Rather than out of neccisity, than to save a nation of people," he sighed, not knowing why he even bothered voicing his opinion. She wouldn't get it anyway.
Katara stared at Aang her glacial azure eyes deep with such intense emotions. She felt for him. Deeply, she did. She knew his ain was partly her fault, but she felt pain. She liked Zuko, but not loved him the way one should. That crazy insane love. Not yet at least, she was sure she could grow to feel that way. But Zuko, couldn't make her have butterflies or jitters like this young avatar did. And she knew what was like to have kids for the sake of repopulating. That is why she was pregnant, wasn't it? Well not exactly, it was more of peace offering between two nations. Grant it she wanted children, but not this soon. Not when she was conflicted in her relationship with Zuko. When everything was so new. "I guess. But, my child is more of peace offering between two nations. To ensure that the Fire Nation will never go after my people again. Because now our blood runs through the royal family's veins," she said the last part absent mindedly. Aang nodded and knew all to well her pain. He wanted to reach out and hug her. She looked sadden now, he hadn't meant to do that to her. But, he felt it was best to leave her alone. He knew she was just confused, and really did love Zuko. She did too, it was obvious. She just wouldn't realize it until later. "Do you ever wish you could have chosen different?"he asked his voice was so hpeful wishing she loved him, but he knew it was useless. "I made my choice for a reason. I am with Zuko for a reason. I love him. But, ask me this a few weeks ago and yeah my answer would have been different,"Katara replied helping herself to some tea. Aang nodded his eyes pensive, knowing she loved her husband and that she had come to realize this though her motivation may not have been love. He sighed slightly, knowing his ae had a lot to do with his confusion and the way he felt. But, he had been so close to having her, yet so far. He didn't see what Zuko offered that he didn't... There was three years between Zuko and Katara as were between he and her.
Once done with her tea, Katara excussed herself and went back to her room and crawled into bed. Her cold body could feel the warmth of Zuko as he shifted over his body gravtating closer to her. Her mind was still on her words. Sure, she loved Zuko now, in this moment and would forever. But when she married him it was more for the reasons she spoke of, and out of lust. And, because she knew they had a future, they had more in common, and he was perfect to her. Not to say Aang was bad, she just needed reassurance she hadn't married Zuko and is carrying his child in the name of peace. She had to know. And the second his half asleep naked body wrapped around her, warmly as he mumbled how he loved her she realized it had nothing to do with peace and everything to do with love. Pure love. Lov in its purest form and the need for each other. Where as she didn't need Aang nor did he need her. But Zuko and Katara would always need each other to be complete. The other was one of a kind- one in a million. She relaxed her tense body against his her hands clasped behind her head as se whispered sweetly in his ear. Though, he was probably asleep the gesture was loving. Her eyes frew heavy with tire, as she felt her energy virtually drain as the events of the past seemed to quickly catch up to her.
It could not have been more than a couple hours later when Lord Zuko awoke, this time of his own will and virtuoso. He was up for the day, as he slid into his silk boxers, careful not disturb his bride, who was resting on their bed. He slid into his pants, not bothering to cover his torso for when he left the room. It was still very early, the sun was just starting to peak out, and he figured if he encountered anyone, it was his house. He half smiled at his cyncical thoughts as he washed his face in the sink. His fingers carefully avoinding the tender, scar. The pink flesh always burned, ached. It seemed only Katara's gentle could aid his wound which was both physical and mental. He went his hair drawing his shaggy mane over the scar smiling at his reflection in the mirror. He looked so different, so changed by time. So bitter and hardened. The truth be told he was to an extent. Life had taught him a lot, but the loss of sister had made him so bitter and dark inside. Lord Zuko grew to hate himself. He had not even whitnessed her die. Azula was shackled and sent away, and he had recieved word she died not merely hours later. He blamed himself more than anything, though it was not his fault as anyone could have plainly seen. Zuko sighed shaking the thoughts from his head as he walked to the kitchen making himself some Jasmine tea on auto-pilot not noticing the company at the kitchen table. When he sat down that is when he realized she was even there. He knew it was her by the half smile the long, sleek black hair and noticable bangs. Her pale, pasty skin was unique like no one else's and that was saying something even for being in the Fire Nation. And of course those coal black eyes were always a dead give away. So many questions flooded his mind. Why was she here was the main one? Surely, she gotten news of his wedding. How did she get in? The guards had always been found of her, of course they'd let her in. His body stiffened as her eyes took in his appearance. The new look deintately fit Fire Lord Zuko. It was dark, rugged, yet handsome all things she knew him to be. And how he teased her with the bare muscular chest, she could not take her eyes off of it... Zuko suddenly wished he had opted for more clothes or to just remain in bed today.
"What business do you have here?" his voice was deep and demanding- powerful and comanding. Lord Zuko's tone was none to be messed with as his sanguine eyes narrowed scanning her face for a reason. He had always loved, but when she did not show at his coronation, he knew it was over. He knew it was over when Azula died, after all they had been best of friends and she had probably recieved the news before him. Her pale face didn't cringe or flinch due to his harsh tone, instead her lips curled into an almost Azula-ish smile. "Such poor manners for a Fire Lord," she whispered her gloomy woice almost dripping poisnously at the thought of mocking him. "Perhaps if you hadn't invited yourself in, I'd be more curtious,"Zuko offered as he poured himself tea and then some for her out of habbit. Old habbits die hard. She couldn't argue with that. "I wonder what your wife think of this scene?" she said her voice almost threatening as her hand reached for his. "You wouldn't Mai," Zuko pleaded more than said. Her eyes dared him to try her and he silenced. "Why are you here?"he asked this time more warmly though he wished her away. "I wanted to see if the rumours were true, and I guess they are," she chuckled her long black hair tossed back with a chuckle. Zuko did not buy it one bit. "What if I were to tell you I knew your sister was alive, being held prisoner. I recieved this," she said her voice unwavering as she shoved an envlope toward the Fire Lord whose pensive gaze never broke as he took the envlope.
Zuko opened it, he noticed the letter was definately written in his siter's handwritting and the ink was fresh too. "How did you get this?" Zuko barked his tone powerful his eyes firey as he met her gaze. "Via messanger hawk. According to the note she is somewhere cold. I would assume one of the pole's. Perhaps it has something to do with that wife of yours?" Mai remarked her words like poison daring Zuko to loose control because she would just walk away. Zuko wanted nothing more than to strangle Mai for her comments about Katara, she would never do such a nasty thing, but Mai on the other hand would. "What makes you think Katara would have a hand in this?" he replied his tone fierce and doubtful as he eyed with suspcion as he studied her. "Well, she's evil. She stole you from me. And, gee could be the fact that I don't know she is a known blood bender,"Mai said her voice dripping with sarcasm. "When did you get this?" Zuko demanded his temper raising as he slammed his fists on the table in fit of rage. "Patience is a vertue, ZuZu," she mocked laughingly.
Zuko gasped silently, this was personal. She had feelings, still? Afterall their demise was her fault... How did she know about the blood bending, was perhaps more curious. "How do you propose I find her?"Zuko questioned Mai- his voice so vulnerable. Everyone knew his need to redeem himself, and how much his sister meant to him. "There is no I. It is a "we" and I propose we gather your little team together minus the Blood Bender," Mai said omniously. Zuko glared at her mouth agape, there was no way he was traveling with her around the world, let alone without his wife. Not to mention the fact that Katara was pregnant. "Katara comes," shot back Zuko his eyes not budging. "Great idea ZuZu bring along an angry pregnant Water Tribe girl. Who is known to Blood Bend... yeah million dollar idea. I can see why you are the Fire Lord,"Mai chuckled. "First of all it is Zuko or Lord Zuko. You lost that privellage to call me ZuZu long ago, when you left me. Two, Katara is not this evil person you seem to think she is. Three, I doubt I should leave my wife and people," Lord Zuko replied his despise for Mai obvious in his voice. Mai inclinded her head with a nod of mockery.
"So she wears the pants?" she retorted with a mere chuckle. Zuko gritted his teeth and said nothing. "She's even trained you well, I must say. But do tell me I implore as to why you can't go with Iroh and your beloved mother to run the nation. Is she afraid you'll be unfaithful? Is it as painfully obvious to her as it is to me that you still have feelings for me? Or is it the fact that your relationship has bottomed out?" Mai smiled satisfied she had hit the right nerve. "You can say as you wish about me. But do not ever doubt I don't love my wife. I'd never be unfaithful. Things are fine,"Zuko retorted he was hot and Mai could feel the flames coming off of him. The steam off of his legs. That is not to say he was hot in more ways than one. Mai gave him that arguement and sat in awkward silence. "Why did you choose her?"she asked suddenly.
"I love her. With all my heart. I thought I loved you, but you didn't return that love, and when you didn't show to my coronation I knew we wére definately through. But. from the first time I kissed Katara I knew what we had wasn't love. It was convience," Zuko replied rubbing a hand across his gruff chin. Maid nodded almost knowing how he felt. "What if I were to say I love you like she does... but back then I wasn't faithful," she sighed feeling the need to clear the air. "I'd say I don't feel for you like that," Zuko replied knowing if she would have shown up things may have turned out different. "I am going to remain here. In my old room. We can figure out how to best rescue Azula in the morning. I need sleep. I will backdown. If you want we could send an army, and then when they get word, you can go. All I ask is you free my uncle. And if something happens between you and Katara look me up," Mai said getting up her voice was loving and Zuko could tell she really did love him. He almost felt sorry for her. Almost. But then he remembered her words about Katara, and the pain she had caused him on numerous occasions and shook away any feelings of sorrow he had for her.
Zuko pushed Mai and the horible kitchen encounter of his mind, or at least made the attempt to as he layed down beside Katara. It seemed like only moments after he had gotten comfortable there was a thunderous knock upon their bedroom door that woke Katara from her stupified slumber. As he heard the door creaking open, Zuko prayed it was anyone but Mai. Zuko covered himself with his robe just befor his uncle appeared with mysterious young girl. She looked as though she could not be any older than he was and Zuko looked mortally confused as he tied the sash on his robe drinking in her appearance. This mysterious woman was not tall nor short, rather a head taller than Iroh was. Her skin was not pale like the women of the Fire Nation, but more sun kissed as though she were from the Earth Kingdom. Upon further inspection, Zuko noted her hair was a warm, soft brown and she wore it shoulder length, rather long for a girl from the Earth Kingdom. Her eyes were a soft, gentle pale green. He could see a troubled past in them, but also a willingess to love and accept. A kindness about her, he could sense it. She was slender and soft- skinned with a slight curve in the right spot. But nothing, compared to Katara. Zuko's eyes met Katara's now wondering what her take was on this strange woman in their bedroom. What conclusions would she draw? What would she think? He certainly would think he had been cheating if the roles were reversed. But as Katara got her wits about her and got up from bed she walked toward this woman and embraced her. "It is a pleasure to see you again, Yuna," Katara said warmly before introuducing Zuko. Zuko was shocked and appalled but hid very well. This girl, was Yuna. THE Yuna whom, Iroh was dating? She was more than twice his junior. More fit for Zuko if he had been single.
"So this is your girlfriend, Uncle? She is so much lovely than you decribed," Zuko questioned Iroh with a glance and a tone with a falseness only Katara and Iroh picked up on, and for that she elbowed him in the gut. He swallowed and gritted his teeth as he tried not to yelp out in pain or show the discomfort from the rather hard and unneeded blow from Katara. But, she was pissed by his rudeness and blutness, it had nothing to do with the compliment he had shot Yuna, she knew he was not being flirtatious. He was just being a prick. "Yes, yes she is Firelord Zuko," Iroh said his voice almost chilly. Zuko shook his head so, they had met in Ba Sing Se? That explained those long nights when Iroh disappeared, or why he would give Zuko afternoons off. The image it put in his mind of the odd couple having intercourse was grotesque and one he wouldn't soon forget no matter how hard he tried. It would aslo explain noises he heard at night, and why Iroh always did stock and inventory. The sickness of it all was enough to make him want to gag. "Well, it is early and I am sure you must be tired. Iroh can show you to your room. Breakfast will be at nine this morning," Zuko said dismissively ignoring his uncle's tone. "Thank you Firelord Zuko. Iroh often spoke of your kindeness. But, he failed to mention your good looks," she noted. Zuko was embarassed his face turned the deepest red of scar as he looked at Katara apollgeticly, but she tried not to laugh. "Umm thanks, I guess. And it is Zuko," he said to the retreating figure before his bedroom door closed.
Once the doors closed Katar began laughing as she fell on the bed, her hair falling in her face. Zuko now noticed while he was gone she had taken in out of her braids. "What is so funny?" he dmanded as he hovered over her his hands pinning her down to the bed. "Someone has a crush on you," she teased in-between fits of laughter as she squirmed under Zuko's grasp. "Is that so hard to believe?" he questioned his voice like poison but only in jest as his head dipped down low his lips only inches from her collarbone. "No, but--but--but--she is Iroh's girlfriend," laughed Katara even harder as the mental image of Iroh and Yuna together poepped in her head and then the imagie of Yuna and Zuko seemed absured. He had set a late breakfast hoping the images of Iroh and Yuna doing the nasty would leave his mind by then. Zuko eyes flashed with anger at first and then realizing the disgusting humour in it, he smiled and laughed deeply before his lips came crashing down on Katara's collarbone causing her to squeam underhis weight trying to get away. Her attempts were futile so instead she mocked him. "Oh Zuko, I never knew of your rugged handsomeness. Take me away. Care me away with those big bulging muscles, I know not," she mocked upping her voice a tone or to match Yuna's girlish pitch. Zuko chuckled and half smiled at his wife. She could be so understanding and accepting in such awkward situations. "Now if you asked me this, Katara(he felt the need to say her name. The word on his lips made him smile), it could end up in a very, very sensual and stimulating perdicament," he teased his hands running down her sides, sending a shiver and plsating electircal sensation through out her. His touch was euphoric, firm yet soft. Rough but gentle, so right.
"Oh would it be Lord Zuko?" she questioned her eyes daring him seductively. His grin turned devlish as his lips quickly brushed up against hers, smotherin her in flurry of passion and undeniable zestful love. "It most defiately would be Lady Katara," he all but panted his grin widening with a devlish glint in his eyes. Katara giggled as he called her "Lady" Katara it seemed so awkward, yet when he said it the words rolled off his tongue, his lips and sounded so sexy, so hot. His head hung low close to her chest as he listened to heart race as he took in her distinct scent. His shaggy hair falling in front of his face covering his amber eyes as he brought her hand to his chest so she could feel his warmth, his heart racing. His body was becoming clamy and unsteady as she drew herself up. Her free hand pushing the long locks away from his face as she delicately traced the outline of his jaw, running her fingers through his stuble. Then her tongue tracing a pattern on his lips before it entered his mouth her lips jst barely touched his. How he craved! Needed, and wanted her! Their mouths parted and she smiled at him her unsteady hands began slowly untying the sash to his robe revealing his bronze muscled torso which bore some scars. Her hands began gently rubbing the tender flesh that was covering the healing wounds. Zuko smiled as he brought the offending hands to his lips and kissed them shrugging off his robe and discarding it on the bed. "You look breath taking," he mumbled refering to the fact she was back to wearing her blue clothing. He always thought they made her look exotic, so beautiful. "Not to bad yourself," she replied in jest her hands now taking his as she guided them to waist where his ahnds began to absentmindedly run across her stomach where their child was growing. Zuko fell back beside her his hands still rubbing her stomach as he grinned knowing he was going to be a father, it was bittersweet. But as long as he had Katara, it was more sweet. He missed practing dueling with her, though, but she could not even though she would waterbend for fun.
Noticing Zuko seemed far away in another relm, Katara began to tickle him causing him to jump. "It seems so surreal," he said his mind on being a father still as he confounded Katara with his comment out of the blue. She looked at him his goofy grin as he smiled at her rubbing his belly. His shaggy hair, an utter mess as his golden eyes met hers. "What is?" she questioned. "The fact that we are going to be parents," he replied hs voice soft and excited. She nodded softly understanding completely what he meant. "Be grateful you are not the one pregnant," she commented with a soft chuckle. He smiled, her laugh was always so nice he had forgotten just how much he loved that about her. "Why is that?" he inquired wagling his eyebrows suggestively knowing full well why. He just wanted to drive her crazy. "Let's see, the hormones, cravings, weight gain, cramps, and pains. Oh and the fact that I am hotter than moose-lioness in heat," she added the last part only half jokingly as Zuko's grinned widened. "I think your last problem I can help with being the Fire Lord and all," he replied laughing. Katara punched him softly and then jokingly replied, "My needs are already being met, but thanks."
His reaction was priceless as she began laughing and explained she was only kidding. "I know," he replied stealing a kiss which was after all his motive. The two laid in bed in each other's arms before dressing for breakfast. Zuko, of course, was dreading this meal it was awkward enough that Iroh was old enough to be that girl's father let alone the fact that the two of them were sleeping together, and Yuna had hit on Zuko. He had dressed himself in regal crimson robes and put on the crown, refusing to put his hair in a top knot as he took her by the arm and walked to the kitchen with Katara taking his seat at the head of the table, and she her spot beside him. Under the privacy of the table his hand held hers as Sokka joined them soon followed by an groggy looking Toph who glared angrily at Sokka. Katara smiled at this remembering the conversation she had with Aang early that morning. Suki, and Aang came out and Aang seemed tired and annoyed as well. Suki and Sokka just grinned much to Katara's distaste. Zuko held his breath praying Mai had the common sense not to ruin breakfast by showing up, but then again it was just the type of devious thing that had her name etched all over it. Moments later Iroh and Yuna showed up and the meal started. No one seem to make a fuss about the age difference as Iroh had kissed her, except Zuko who still disgust and just averted his attention to hotcakes on his plate.
As Zuko began to dig into his breakfast his ees mainly on Katara, or his goof. Rather, anything but Iroh and Yuna, he felt his mind begin to wonder to his encounter with Mai that morning. She had refused to answer much about the letter from Azula. Which could mean numerous things, it was an old letter, or Azula could even be long dead by now. He did not want to consider either option, but both were very real. And if Azula was alive could she realistically forgive him? And what had she endured? So many questions and more issues were raised it was nerve racking. Once breakfast was finished Zko excused himself to shower but not before promising Katara he would meet her in the deepest part of the garden when he was done. After his shower, Zuko stopped in the kitchen to see if Iroh was around. Zuko found him raiding the kitchen taking melted chocolate and cream. Zuko shuddered wishing he had not whitnessed this, guessing what the use of this was probably from. "Uncle?" his voice questioned. Iroh turned around and smiled. "Read this. It is a note from Azula. Mai gave it to me this morning. Mai, says she is alive," he replied shoving the letter into his uncle's hand before leaving to meet Katara all the while trying to push the mental image out of his mind.
