A/N: I have not updated this fanfic for over a year. I apologise if the story lacks coherency.

We have been sailing in uncharted water for a few weeks now. I can't go back to the fire nation. I have been sitting in my room, merely thinking of what a dick move I did to Katara. She is locked up in her cell. We have moved her out of the nicely furnished room. Yet another stupid move. My lashes of anger will ultimately drive Katara away from me. I haven't spoken a word to her in a few weeks. I have, however, been ever so kind to tell her guards to give her a jug of water this afternoon. As much as I care about whether she becomes dehydrated or not, that was not my intentions with this jug of water. I want to test this girls wits. I gave her the jug, in the thought that she will bend the water to destroy the cell wall. From there, I have deducted that the west wing hallway will be her most logical route to take. Little does she know, that her escape route is actually a ploy to get her to meet me. That is where 'me sitting in my room' comes into play. I have been waiting for three hours, since the water jug has been delivered to her. I have patiently been waiting for her to come running down the hall, only to find the door to my bedroom is the only unlocked door that she can reach before the guards detain her. In my eyes, this plan is flawless.

Sometimes I wonder why I go through so much trouble to lead her to me, when I am the person holding her captive. Maybe I invented this scheme of her running to my room, so that she would conclude that we are destined to be together. I doubt it. But if I were to go into her cell, and plant one on her, right now, then I will most likely repeat my dumb move from before. Oh heavens, why can't the fire nation authors be smart enough to right books on how to woe the water bending ladies.

I want everything to be perfect when Katara accidentally stumbles into my bedroom. I contemplate if candles seem to desperate. I decide that they seem perfect for the event that is soon to come. Just as I am about to whip a flame from my finger, I blast a huge fireball instead. If Azula were there, she would have made great fun of me for my weakness in firebending. At least, I have lit the candle. Two more to go. This time, I try to contain my anger, but fail. I still blasted another fireball, just to light a tiny wick. Last candle, right next to the door. I try so hard to be careful, but I am as frustrated as ever. With my pitiful attempt, it seems as if a bomb exploded in my hand: my entire room is lit up with a blazing flame.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh" I hear the soft screech of a lady. And with that, I hear a thump.

My eyes shift to the ground only to see a mop of brown hair, burnt to a crisp, hiding my beloved Katara's face. I kneel down next to her, and softly sweep her hair out of her face. Her right eye matches mine. There is a huge blistering burn that covers her entire eyelid. I search my room frantically for healing potions. I have none. I find some cool water and dab is around her face. There is no way she will ever forgive me now; not with what I have done. I will never forgive myself.

I gently pick her up, and lie her on the side of my bed. She is unconscious, breathing. I kneel on the floor, next to my bedside, and hold her hand. I do not call for help. I just watch her peaceful, rhythmic, breathing. In. Out. In. Out. I look to see her burn, I hope it is not too bad. Just then, I find her struggling to open her wounded eyelid. Guilt takes over my soul as I see her stirring; She has been wounded the same way my father wounded me. I would like to think that this makes us alike, and connected, but I can only believe that this makes me remain a monster, and her an innocent flower.