It's been exactly a day since my last encounter with the prince of the fire nation. I can't help but be confused: One second he's my sworn enemy, the next he is the cuddly man I lie in bed with. We didn't do the "deed", but I wouldn't have objected! What am I saying? Having S-E-X at fourteen, with a practical STRANGER? Well, he is pretty cu- I need to stop these insane thought! But he isn't really a stranger , I have known him ever since... HIS NATION KILLED MY MOTHER!!!! Alright, I think I can conclude that there are pros and cons to having 'you know' with prince Zuko.

Rudely interrupting my inner conflict, I heard a knock at the door. In barged the stocky white haired man who strangely has a smile on his face. A few days ago, this might intimidate me, but while reevaluating this man, I find he looks like quite a nice fellow. He waddles up to me, carrying all his excess weight. He reaches out his arm, and hands me a crimson envelope with a golden seal on it. He is smirking. What secret is he hiding. Last night must have given me a lot of confidence, because I can't stop my mouth from spurting out words, "What's with the look on your face, is there something I should know about?"

"Read it" He cut me off. His smile disappearing, along with my confidence.

I tear open the letter, but carefully trying not to insult the Fire man. I fumble with the seal. Admittedly, its pretty difficult to jimmy open. I look up, embarrassed, and the quirky smile has returned to the old man's face. He snatches the letter out of my hand, guessing I am unable to open it myself, and apparently presumes that one who cannot open a letter is also illiterate. He begins to read:

" Lovely Katara,

I beg your forgiveness for giving you a scar matching mine. I understand if what I beg, I may never receive. But at the very least you shall know that the man who gave me my scar, has no love for me; however, the man who gave you yours has been brewing this emotion for a very long time. I have made many mistakes, especially in my dealings with you. I want you to know that sometimes my emotions get all mixed up, and come out in all the wrong ways. At least it is evident, judging by the intensity of my emotion, that a whole lot of love was intended for you. I am writing this letter in hopes that you will join me, privately, in the Royal Lounge this very evening. I shall serve you a feast... I would never want you to starve. During this meeting I will enjoy discussing your release for the following afternoon, when we dock in the Southern Water Tribe Territory. As much as I hate to depart with people, I know that you can never love a man that kidnapped you. I fully understand, and your kidnapping is the worst mistake of my entire life.

Signed with Deepest Love,

Prince Zuko"

That was weird, to say the least. I am hungry, so I guess I will join the prince. I think the letter was very detailed, he put in a lot of effort. I give him two thumbs up. This is a little mad to say the least, but I am thrilled to finally go home to Gran-Gran! And maybe when I get home, there will be a nice little Water Tribe boy, with a substandard body, who can satisfy the burning lust I have for this sentimental Prince. The Chubby old man leaves my room, and puts the letter gently on the table next to Zuko's family portrait. He must have felt beyond awkward with silence. Whatever. Now I have the room all to myself! After hearing the prince (through the voice of a strange old man) proclaiming his love for me, I feel kind of hot. I grab the picture, with young Zuko in it, and convince myself it will do. I stare deeply into the prince's eyes, while my hand wanders to my lower regions. I imagine last night. Lying in this bed with the sexy Prince. My fingers slowly massage my girly regions, and I stare deeper into the princes eyes. I imagine his soft, soft lips. My fingers start to enter inside me. One, Two. It is amazing. I move my fingers back and fourth, fully enjoying myself. I increase my speed. I feel the intensity. my heart races. I think of how amazing this will be when I finally get the chance in bed with the prince. If I ever get a chance In bed with the prince. I touch myself in all the right places, imagining how hot it would be to perform my highly practiced ritual in front of Zuko. After I would give him a try. My fingers pulsate over my bundles of nerve endings. I'm almost there, and I can feel it. I can feel my breathing become heavier... almost, almost...

"Miss Katara, one more thing." The fat old man barged into the room.

He has caught me red handed, and I was just about to come. I feel ashamed. Maybe it would have been better if the object of my fantasy walked in on this instead. He awkwardly looks at me, and I slowly draw my hand out of my undergarments, and nonchalantly wipe my sticky fingers onto the bedding. The man closes one eye, and talks to me, "The prince just wanted me to deliver this fine attire for your dinner tonight." He hands me a dazzling indigo dress. He continues, "Don't worry, what happens behind closed doors, stays behind closed doors." And he quickly scampers out of the room.

Now that I have been interrupted, there is no way I'm continuing all by my lonesome self. Sometimes I long for a partner in this dirty deed. I remember when I was young, and my dear mother was still around, we had a brief talk about sex. She told me that it will happen at the right time... but I was much to young to understand. When she was no longer around, my dad paired up Sokka and me, to have a talk to both of us about sex. He preached that no one, under any circumstances should mix themselves up in that nonsense until they are married, or over twenty. Since that day I started to practice pleasuring myself. I knew that it would be a long time before I settle down and marry, so why not enjoy my young, single years. I have been taught different principles from each of my parents, and to be honest, I have no clue when to loose my virginity.

Well, I can't think of anything else to do at this moment, other than preparing for my 'feast'. I slip on the silky dress. It is an amazing piece of water tribal wear. Where in heavens could Zuko have gotten this? It is deep cut in the front. Not at all modest. The slit lining the bust line is carefully detailed with precious gems, and fine embroidery. The dress hits just above my knee, seductive. The bottom is angled towards the floor, and shares the same elegant design as the top portion. The dress ties at the neck, and has no back. Oh god. the waist fits snug, but is quite flattering. This dress makes me feel like a woman. It is beautiful. I just hate the feeling of being showered with gifts. It doesn't feel right.

I unweave the braid in my hair, leaving it in soft, bounces curls. I decide, tonight, I am going to remove my hair loopies. I look in the mirror, and cringe at the woman staring back at my. She looks twice her age. She has a vivid, pink scar surrounding her eye. She looks tired, and worn out. Passed her prime. Not the way a young teen should look.

I turn away from the mirror, too upset at what is staring back at me. I feel ready to face the world, face Zuko. I open the door of my room, and wander through the tight halls aboard Zuko's ship. I hope eventually, If I wander enough, I will be able to find the royal lounge. After I search through a couple hallways, I finally find a large majestic room. This room has tables with velvet table clothes. The room is deserted, 7 tables, and no one there. My eyes continue to wander, and finally notice the prince sitting oddly right in the centre of the room. As I waltz towards him, my mind can't imagine how thrilled I'll be when I hear the words "You may go home!"

A/N Like it? Read, and tell me if you are curious to know what will happen next! BTW, since school does keep me pretty busy, I wont take the initiative to post the next chapter until you guys ask!!! No sense in hurrying with the story if no one wants to read it ^^