Chapter 9, you guys! It's a long one, brace yourselves :p Long in my opinion, that is.

Anyway, I'm going camping this week. I'll try to work on chapter 10. Prepare for the summer :'DDD

Disclaimer: Zutara originally belonged to Bryke. But they left it up to fanon. That's us. Avatar: TLA and its characters and the show's plot, however, belong to them -_-;


Arms are up, limbs are flowing—good...good! Teacher smiled in accomplishment at her student's form.

"Good work, Lian!" Applauded the teacher.

Then her face twisted when she saw her student's next move. Ooh... Spoke a little too soon.

"Bend your knees a little more, sweetie—there you go."

Suddenly, the sifu heard a squawk behind her with that excessive flapping noise for the ninth time today—accompanied by those two same, familiar giggles. Suki sighed.

"Koko! Stop harassing Hawky—Ugh! Ty Lee! Don't encourage her!" Suki groaned, again. Fortunately, she stopped her hand just inches away from her forehead—the third time she's endangered her make up to smearing. It was a terrible bad habit she picked up from Sokka.

The two bowed quickly, sheepishly—but not enough to faze them. Koko quickly responded "Sorry Sifu" at the same time Ty Lee apologized "Sorry Suki"—again. They hung their heads as Suki rolled her eyes and turned back to her student. They giggled as she did so—again.

Suki let out a quick sigh. Just because her back was turned didn't mean she couldn't hear them. Her eyes trailed her student's movements as she practiced Form II. "Lian, sweetie, don't let your arms fall—that makes your face an open target," Suki said the last part in a sing-songy voice.

Lian froze mid-step and nodded—refocusing on her routine and incorporating her sifu's advice.

Sure, nowadays Suki spent her time training future Kyoshi Warriors. But with nothing to do, especially after the war ended, she often found herself pondering how life fared—and not just particularly for her. Frequent questions popped into her head...

I wonder how Aang's doing?

I wonder how Aang and the Fire Lord are doing?

Dear spirits, when will Sokka finally propose to me?

What's going on with Aang and Katara nowadays?

The third one came up the most—it's only natural for her. Sokka's moved in with her and everything. She'd even let him grow that ridiculous scruff of a beard—his excuse being 'Trying to settle in like a real man.'

The last question came up second most often—the main reason being that they, honestly, made no sense to her.

First things first, who didn't see that Aang practically worshipped the ground she stepped on? Frankly, Katara herself. It was strange because Suki knew that Katara knew about Aang's crazy crush on her. And yeah, she mostly dismissed it. Why? Aang was her best friend. It wasn't in her heart to push him away.

What was even stranger: Katara and Aang, an item. Boy, was that a bite in the ass. It surprised her, definitely. In fact, it was kind of cute. Just cute. She remembered watching their little moment on the balcony while the celebrated in Ba Sing Se. Everyone was just too happy to think—think that Katara was more of a mother to Aang than anything else. It was only months after when reality sunk in and Suki really started to question their relationship. She wondered if they did.

In conclusion—and in all honesty—Suki thought Katara had better interest in, well, other guys. She and Zuko had an electrical storm brewing between them. Oh, but the attraction was plain obvious. She and Haru, even! That creepy, mustached, Earth-bending, I-wonder-if-he's-really-seventeen teenager. Now Aang—Aang was a direct blow to the head.

Hawky, out of nowhere, squawked noisily behind her—instantly losing her train of thought, but having it hanging loosely on a thin piece of thread.

Suki groaned. I knew I shouldn't have put them so close to Hawky—she heard the two girls giggle, again—Bad idea to pair them up, too.

Lacking anticipation, she slowly turned around to chide the girls. But they weren't even six feet within the messenger bird. Koko and Ty Lee exchanged glances, then looked at their leader innocently. "Wasn't us."

Hawky faced outside the window, squawking towards the sky.

Suddenly, in swooped a messenger hawk—admittedly larger than Hawky—and landed squarely on Hawky's perch. Hawky, himself, seemed unfazed.

Suki paced quickly to the messenger hawk and untied the little scroll attached to its leg. On the note was distinctly the Fire Nation emblem—her eyes grew wide at this. Her fingers moved fast to unroll the scroll and her green irises even faster as she scanned through the letter. Suki's eyes lit up and grew even larger as she reached the end of the note and the signature at the bottom. Her legs started pushing forward before she realized it and soon enough she was out the door—headed towards the bay.

...

Ah, yes. Scritch, scratch. That feels so good. Sokka had his eyes closed—his scruffy chin between finger and thumb as he was fully appreciating its manly roughness. Its huskiness. Its total awesomeness.

He was relaxing on a boulder next to the sea shore. His legs were propped up on another boulder, a fishing pole in one hand.

In the midst of scratching his beard-in-progress, he cracked an eye open. Sokka decided to get up and speculate his reflection in the water.

"Why, hello there," he winked, "Who's this devilishly handsome, young gentleman?" He grinned madly at himself and swore he saw that twinkle in his so-called white teeth.

"The name's Sokka," he replied to himself, "Sokka Manly Man."

"Well, Sokka Manly Man, my good man, you have exquisite taste in good looks."

"Pish posh! You're making me blush!" He said with a wave of his hand. "Ah yes, well... I was born with it. Looks can't be bought, you know!"

His reflection gasped gleefully, "You don't say—!!"

"...Sokka?"

He whipped his head around at his name—lucky for him he didn't get whiplash. Sokka blinked twice at the figure he was now looking at.

"Suki? How long have you been standing there?" He asked with a raised eyebrow and a burn in his ears.

Suki raised her own eyebrow. "I just got here."

He sighed to his relief.

The following awkward silence made him rub the back of his neck nervously.

"What's that?" He finally acknowledged the scroll in her hand.

She tossed it to him. "See for yourself, manly man."

Sokka narrowed his eyes at her, then snatched the scroll amidst his staring contest. Immediately, he focused on the scroll now in his hand.

Huh. Fire Nation symbol... Zuko, Sokka anticipated as he worked so slowly to open the scroll. Suki waited patiently—oh please, as if she haven't had to wait for him before.

Dear Sokka,

How are you and Suki doing? How are things going at Kyoshi Island? Did you even propose to her yet?—

Sokka's blue eyes widened at the question and raised an eyebrow so high it practically flew off his forehead. He instantly cast a glance at Suki and she seemed to read his mind. She shrugged and smirked sweetly. This letter was too...chummy to come from Zuko. Sokka continued reading...

Anyway, Zuko and I are on our way there. We're just coming for a short visit. We'll tell you about it when we get there. Throw us a welcome party or something. I miss you. See you soon.

Love,
Katara

Sokka slowly lowered the letter and shifted his view back to Suki with a confused expression. Tell us about what? She shrugged in return, but with the same bewildered look on her face.

Katara with Zuko?

No words were exchanged.


With one hand on the rail of the balloon's basket, Zuko swiftly swung his legs over the barrier and landed on the frozen tundra of mud with a soft thump.

He looked over at Katara—still in the basket—gripping its rail, too, and preparing herself for the leap.

Automatically, he extended his hand to her, "Do you need help?"

With her lips in a straight line, she took a brief glimpse at Zuko, then at his hand in front of her. Barely two seconds of thought passed by, and she briskly looked away.

"No, that's okay," she affirmed.

Zuko watched as she swung her legs more graceful than he and landed with hardly a sound at all. Without one glance at him, she dusted off the imaginary dirt on the skirt of her tunic. She reached back into the basket of the war balloon to grab her pack.

Zuko turned away to gaze at the town, but paid no attention to it in his mind.

The trip to Kiwon was alright in the beginning—until Katara had that dream of hers. Then it was unbearable. Awkward silence usually never happens between them, but at that time, it was the main event. And although he tried his hardest to break it, it took her nothing but a single yes, no, or I don't know to soil his efforts. It probably lasted only about half an hour. But it was definitely the longest thirty minutes of his life...

Zuko rubbed the back of his neck uncomfortably. "You sure you don't want to talk about it?"

"Yes."

He sighed with the knuckles of his and pressing against his cheeks. After staring at the growing coast of Kiwon blankly for five seconds, he turned her way and attempted to establish eye contact.

Unsuccessful.

Katara's azure eyes stayed glued to the ocean. And her chin glued to the palm of her hand.

Zuko sighed again. "Really? Was it that bad?"

Perhaps he was just imagining it, but he swore he saw her stone face hesitate, those full lips quiver, the unblanking of her blue eyes as deep as the ocean—whoa, wait. What in Agni's name was he doing? Staring at her with...with those kind of thoughts? What the hell was he thinking?

"I don't know," was her trance-breaking response.

Zuko's eyes swiftly trailed back to the now-largish land of Kiwon.

Out of Zuko's sight, Katara closed her eyes and shook her head in embarassment as she buried her pink, burning face in her hands.

...

What was he thinking?

"Let's go," he heard her voice say behind him.

Zuko turned to look at her, relieved she said something other than the terrible trio of yes, no, and I don't know. But when his topaz eyes settled on her usual pretty face, he became disturbed by her expression. Mad, even. It was so blank; so dead. It reminded him of Mai. And that's not Katara he knew. She was supposed to be cheering him up, not the other way around.

He just wanted Katara back. The one with the sweet curve in her lips and the twinkle in her deep, sapphire eyes. The Katara with the blush in her tan cheeks that she'd hide every now and then for reasons he didn't quite understand. He didn't want her to become a big blah like Mai.

As Katara passed by with that same, dead expression on her face, Zuko made it his resolve to win the old Katara back. Whatever she dreamt, he'll find out someday—and whatever it was, was not going to stop their friendship...or whatever it was. And there's no way they'd complete their mission without the compassionate Katara he trusted.

"Hey, what are you doing? I'm hungry," she said, now fifteen feet ahead of him.

Zuko smiled a knowing grin at her and she rolled her eyes very Mai-like. Katara continued walking towards the town and headed for the market.

To her shock, Zuko gripped her hand and pulled her with him—forcing her to push herself faster. When he saw the familiar scarlet rise in her pretty face, and he smiled inwardly.

With determination written across his features, he stalked off more so, her hand still in his. "Let's go eat."


Katara flared her nostrils at the sight of the fruit in Zuko's hand.

"Why are you making that face? I love papaya! C'mon, just try it," said Zuko as he brought the fruit up closer to her face. Katara instantly clamped a hand over her nose.

She took one step back, "Ugh...No, Zuko. I hate papaya." Katara stuck her tongue out. At this point, he couldn't tell whether it was at the papaya or at himself.

Zuko cocked his head to the side and tsked. "Aw, why not?"

He took out his knife rapidly and swiftly cut the papaya in half—exposing the countless black seeds that surrounded the mucky, red-orangish middle.

Katara winced and held fast to the bottom half of her face. "That's why," she pointed at the core, "All those seeds and the juice and shreds of guts in the middle... it's just so—ugh...nasty."

Zuko smirked at her and raised his only eyebrow. Then he took his dagger again and carved out all the seeds and muck she mentioned in one swipe. Now he presented the "clean" papaya to her with Duh imprinted in his expression.

As she stuck out her tongue again, it was obvious it was at him now. Zuko simply rolled his eyes, "Just try it, now. Please?"

She shot him a glare, but it had no impact. "I can still imagine all the disgusting guts in there," she said with a nasally voice. "I can't do it," confessed Katara.

Zuko put his hefty knife to use again and cut the meat of the papaya in little squares. With his dagger back in place, he took one square and held it up to her. "Please? One bite. It's not that bad, I promise."

She took another step back. "I know how it tastes like, Zuko," she retorted with a muffled voice because she still clamped her hand over her mouth. "I just can't get the image of it guts out of my mind when I eat it. It makes me wanna throw up." Her eyes crossed lethargically at the thought.

Zuko's hand didn't relent. She'd seen people die from the war and even lived through it and now she can't bear to look at a papaya? He held the papaya square just six inches from her face. "Just close your eyes. Don't think about it. Anticipate savoring the fruit. Trust me, it's that good."

Katara froze. His voice saying the words Trust Me rang in her head. Slowly, she decided to release her face to the papaya—unmasking the smell. Automatically, she rapidly raised her hand again, aiming to protect her face, but Zuko gripped her wrist and held it down. Katara started fidgeting as he brought the papaya closer.

"Close your eyes, remember?" He said in a rather... husky voice.

As she closed her eyes, he felt her arm relax. He took that as cue to let go and decided to hold her mouth open with his finger hooked under her chin and his thumb gently on it. The papaya was two inches away from her parted lips. It took him two seconds to focus...

But his concentration suddenly broke. Zuko froze as he started studying her features for who knows how long.

The smooth mocha of her skin; the deep sapphires under those long lashes; the small point of her nose; the fullness of her pink, parted lips; and now the heated scarlet that rushed to her cheeks—

"Zuko? What are you doing?" A curious Katara cracked one eye open.

He stumbled at his words. "H-hey! I-I said close your eyes!" And Katara hastily shut her peeking eye.

Zuko abruptly realized he was just four inches from her face—his own lips parted—and he could smell the sweet scent of her breath. He blinked his wide eyes twice before he hastily added eight more inches between their faces.

Zuko quickly popped the papaya square in her mouth. He let go of her and backed away slowly—only more so because of how dangerously close he got to her.

Katara made a sour face at first—

"Savor it!" Zuko reminded.

—but the freshness of its taste seemed to cool the burn in her cheeks.

"There you go. And then you swallow. Good girl," Zuko babied.

Katara hit him in the shoulder and glared, "I knew what I was doing!" Hopefully, he didn't see the effort she put into keeping a straight face right then.

Zuko smirked at her, "Whatever. You're still giggling on the inside." Snapdragons, foiled again.

Katara pouted.

The silence that followed afterwards made Katara uncomfortable. So what if he melted the cold shoulder she tried to give him earlier? Except, that wasn't the reason. She was uncomfortable because Zuko smiled a stupid smirk at her.

Zuko raised his eyebrow. "Well...?"

Katara shot him daggers. "Well, what?!" She snapped.

"Why are you being so cranky? It was barely a bite!"

Katara glared again and thought about what he said. It was true. She was being childish for no reason. It was just papaya. She ignored the fact that she hated it. Her shoulders slumped in defeat.

"Yeahitwasgood. Whatever," she mumbled rapidly as she made eye contact with the ground.

"...What?" Mocked Zuko. Oh yeah, she knew he heard her. He just wanted to hear her say it again.

Katara rolled her eyes at him. "It was... okay," she said more clearly.

Zuko did nothing but maintain that his clever smirk.

She threw her hands in the air. "It was good, alright? Delicious, even!" She confessed. "There! I said it," she added in a softer voice. "Now let's go buy some real food."

Katara whirled around and started stalking off towards other booths—an attempt to bury her cherry face in her hands; and to hide the huge smile plastered on her face.

Zuko soon followed suit—stupid grin still there—and popped in a papaya square every now and then. For every piece he tried savoring, it seemed like the best one was the one he gave her. He was oddly satisfied with the feeling.


Zuko looked up at the clear, blue sky. The sun was more aimed west, but it was still barely above their heads. Zuko started studying his shadow on the ground. After a moment's thought, he concluded: Hmm... and hour or so before supper.

Zuko gripped their basket of groceries tighter as Katara added another five pounds to the load.

Zuko groaned—not that the weight was too heavy for him, but, "What happened to packing light?" He thought out loud.

Katara took not one glimpse at him as she studied the bell peppers. "I need to get rid of the lingering papaya taste in my mouth."

Zuko rolled his eyes. "Oh, please. You know it wasn't that bad. You're so stubborn."

Her eyes narrowed at the yellow bellpepper—the glare was obviously meant for Zuko. "Shut up," finally said Katara.

Inwardly desperate to keep papaya off her mind, Katara quickly—and probably too quickly—changed the subject.

"So when do you suppose we'll get to Kyoshi Island?" She asked as she started towards the leafy greens.

Of course he noticed the change in subject, but Zuko went along with it anyway. He was honestly just glad that Katara was talking to him again. "Actually, we took much less time than I thought. I suppose we could leave early tomorrow morning. We'll get there probably around noon," he responded.

Katara shrugged. "Are we going to take the balloon or a boat or something...?"

"Flying's faster. But if you prefer to take a boat, I guess..."

Katara shot him an accusing look. "How would you know a balloon goes faster?" Noted, Katara ignored the fact that Zuko's own boat couldn't catch up to Aang in their chasing days.

"Whoa. I just—" He raised his arms, basket still hooked over his elbow, in innocence. "We'll take a boat, then. I suppose the air is thin up there, anyway. Considering this is the South Pole." Zuko started walking in another direction.

Katara nodded in satisfaction. And then realization hit her. "Wait, if we're leaving tomorrow morning, where are we staying?"

Zuko motioned her with one hand. "I'll show you. We're going there right now."

A dazed Katara decided to follow the Fire Lord—with a vague sense of deja vu.


Katara felt her jaw drop.

She'd seen this before. She swore to Yue and La that she'd seen this stupid house before.

"What's this?!" She asked, unbelievably.

Zuko cast her a confused look. "You look more mad than surprised. It's the Fire Lord's house—my house."

You're house... You're house?! She repeated in her head.

Noted, the "house" did look smaller than usual. Nonetheless, it was the same fancy ivory; the same delicate elegance—it was no ordinary snow hut, that's for sure.

But something was missing.

Where was that... that symbol—??

"It's not finished, yet," Zuko clarified, suddenly—as if he read her mind.

And then a middle-aged man appeared in the doorway. His nose was raised quite high. His eyes looked like he was searching for something behind Zuko. And when he spoke, he had the strangest accent. "Fi-yah Lohd Zoo-koh, my Liege. Welcome to yoh Homble abode."

Zuko wasn't fazed. In fact, he looked more annoyed than amazed. "You can drop the accent, Po. Mai isn't with me anymore."

While Katara remained confused, Po nodded puntually. "Yes, sir."

"Mai liked to see things upscale," Zuko explained to Katara.

She tossed him an irked expression; Zuko just shrugged.

"Could you please call the others down? It'd be nice if they could greet me and my companion, here," requested Fire Lord Zuko.

"Sure thing, my Lord," Po finally responded casually. "Faye, Zeni, Kora!" He called within the foyer. "The Fire Lord is here with a guest!" He sang.

Within five seconds, the three hurried down and politely curtsied to their nobles.

"We're terribly sorry we weren't here earlier, my Lord," said the middle one on behalf of themselves. Their heads stayed lowered.

Zuko introduced them individually—and one by one, they straighted and smiled at Katara as he announced them: "This one's Faye. She's Zeni. And that's Kora. The chef, the maid, and the uhh...other maid—respectively, of course."

"Kora's new," clarified Zeni. Kora shyly showed a small smile—weakly keeping eye contact with the honored guest.

Katara nodded politely and thought the new one was cute. If anything, Katara was the real newcomer here. "You don't need to be afraid me, Kora. Zuko, here—I mean, Fire Lord Zuko is far more terrifying than I could ever be."

"I beg to differ," a dignified Zuko remarked. Katara ignored him.

"Po is the manservant," said Faye unexpectedly.

Po glared daggers at her. "I prefer attendant," he reminded strictly.

"This is Katara. The Ambassador of the South Pole. And also one of my closest friends," Zuko announced, sincerely.

They all responded with "A pleasure to meet you, M'lady"—if only the atmosphere could've done without so much tension.

Zuko sighed. "Just spit it out, you guys."

"Well, if you don't mind us asking—" Faye started, but Zeni elbowed her before she could finish. Faye winced and clutched her side.

"I don't mind," resolved the Fire Lord. "Go on..." He insisted.

Kora broke the tension with an eager "What happened to Lady Mai?"

Zuko's lips immediately collapsed into a straight line. "Oh her," he said with a hint of venom, "She disappeared. She's not with me anymore. She's long gone."

The four of them formed an 'o' with their mouths. Katara stood there uncomfortably.

"That's a shame," said Po half-heartedly. He disliked her anyway. Her leaving was the best thing, yet.

"Oh yeah. Terrible loss," replied Zuko with much less vigor and more distinct sarcasm. He started towards the entrance. Anything to get away from talking about her.

"We're actually on a mission to find her," added Katara awkwardly. The four seemed to drop their shoulders at this. (She even swore she saw Po roll his eyes.)

"That reminds me," Zuko called from the inside, "Faye, I'm setting these groceries in the kitchen. Would you make Katara and me some dinner? We'll only be staying for tonight."

"Yes, my Lord," answered Faye obediently as she hurried in.

"In that case, we'll need to prepare your rooms," offered Zeni.

"Excuse us, my Lady," said Kora, sheepishly. Zeni and Kora rushed into the house after Faye.

Only Po stayed afterwards to humbly hold the door open for Katara. She timidly stepped inside.


Katara widened her eyes at the sight in front of her. Shocked, surprised, aghast—whatever the word was, it was plain on Katara's face.

"Are you kidding me?" In front her was a platter of smoked leopard-seal meat, decorated with cilantro and basil and—she didn't even know the rest—and the inviting lemony aroma. "You can cook Water Tribe food?!" She finally spluttered. Faye hid her face bashfully.

"And more," Zuko added, proudly. "She was born here, but studied cuisine in the Fire Nation. Then she came back here to embrace her Water Tribe-ish culture. I hired her when they started construction of my house."

Faye shrugged shyly and grinned. "I try?" Kora giggled next to her.

The atmosphere was quite comfortable. Imagine a simple, yet classically-styled dining room. Notably far less royal, elegant and pretentious than the Fire Palace's—but with a warmer environment, and ornate all the while. The Fire Lord sat next to his most trusted companion, and they were laughing. His servants looked more like friends than the Fire Lord's lackeys—even as they were just standing around. It was plain in their interests: they'd take the sweet and friendly Katara over the big blah of Mai any day.

Zuko called Faye over to him. As she leaned down, he whispered something in her ear, all the while he looked at Katara and grinned. Faye nodded and smiled, then walked back into the kitchen.

Katara gave him a look, "What'd you tell her?"

"You'll see," said Zuko with knowing smirk.

Faye came bustling through the doors. In her hands was a silver platter of a pie. The flavor? Oh, Katara knew exactly what it was.

After Faye set it on the table, Zuko kept the knowing grin pasted on his face and his eyes on Katara. Then he took a nice, healthy slice of the pie, and slapped it on her plate. Zuko raised his eyebrow in anticipation.

"Oh no," Katara said, suspectingly. "You wouldn't dare."

"I just did," challenged Zuko. He reached over to her plate with one finger, took a swipe of the fluffy, red-orangy filling and put it in his mouth. Zuko licked his lips.

Katara tried to control the heat rushing to her face as she stared after him. "You jerk," she said playfully. Katara took her fork and stabbed the slice, bringing to her a mouth a good size of it. With her face unfazed and a smirk on her lips, she swallowed. The room oohed.

Zuko and Katara broke their jesting tension with the hardest of laughs. The company joined in.

...

As the night came to a close, Zeni and Kora offered to help and escort the Fire Lord and his companion to their rooms—Leaving Po and Faye alone to talk amongst themselves.

"I like Katara more than Mai," declared Faye with a smile as she looked after their leaving figures.

"Scratch that," exclaimed a disgusted Po, "I never even liked Mai. Fire Lord Zuko made an excellent choice."

"What?" Uttered Faye, half-surprised. "You really think they're together? He simply calls her a companion."

"His most trusted companion, mind you," Po asserted. "You know there's something brewing between them. Besides, have you seen the way he looks at her? As if she's the brightest and only light in the dark world of politics. And that's the darkest world there is. He's so smitten, he has no idea."

Faye considered his words. "I suppose. They do make a lovely couple. Their attraction is so... unyielding—electrifying, even." Faye fantasized romantically. "But last I heard, Ambassador Katara was with the Avatar." She frowned at the situation.

"That Kid?" Speculated Po. "No offense, but I've noticed she was more of a mother to him than anything. And the word around town is: the Avatar was last seen in Ember Island with that blind earthbender girl. Toph Bei Fong. At least, that's what I've heard from a Fire Nation sailor who came from there." He shrugged.

"Bei Fong? Prestigious surname." She paused. "Oh, what gambling the spirits are playing on our young leaders these days. Whatever the case, we shouldn't question it."

"I'm still rooting for Fire Lord Zuko," said an unrelenting Po.

"What are you, a gambler in the ostrich-horse races? Don't count your pigkens before they hatch. Keep your opinion on your side."

Po shrugged. "It won't be an opinion for long..."


Yeeeahh!! Longest chapter! I admit, it was kind of OOC. Sorry xP I try to keep it in-character as much as I can to make it seem more canon-ish. I just can't help myself to the fluffiness.

I want Papaya Pie :D Oh, and pigkens are a mix of pigs and chickens. Remember seeing one in the episode Zuko Alone? :D

Anyway, you guys have read my first note right? RIIIIIIIGHT?? Those are important Dx !! So I'm not repeating myself.

REVIEW! REVIEW!! REVIEW!!! I liked writing this one. Lots of fluffiness. You GOTTA tell me how much you loved the fluffiness B]

-Kaitarine

(I'm sorry I keep changing my penname. I just like doing that :D)