I do not own Avatar: The last airbender

A/N : go to this link to see how katara and zuko look in this story... i did not draw this. ( go to : " devianart .com "

and search for " Modern Avatards...with Wheels " by " Tyshea " and that's how I picture them so you can see.)

Chapter ten: A new boxer boy...

Haru gently shook Katara out of sleep.

"Katara ... Katara wake up were here." Moaning she groggily opened her eyes. The gym stood in front of them the double doors opened as usual. Smiling she quickly unbuckled her seat belt and scrambled out of the car eager to see pappa and gran gran. Running through the doors she saw the puppies for a split second before they pounced.

"Ack!" she screamed tumbling to the floor. Aang sat above here with Sokka and Jet near him, all of them wore bright smiles.

"Katara!" They screamed in unison. Katara smiled back.

"I win my first out of town match and I get no welcome back?" Haru asked from the doors, her bag slung over his shoulder. The puppies ran to him as if he was gone for years and they were just getting reunited. A huge party would defiantly take place their tonight in Haru's honor. Sitting up a boy in black caught her eye. He stood in the corner of the room the punching bag he had probably been using was still in swing. His height towered over all the boys and his hood was pulled down. He wore red boxing shorts and a black zip pen up hoodie that was unzipped to reveal his abs and pecks.

"Zuko..." She murmured coming to her feet. Before she could take a step a hand clasped here shoulder and spun her around.

"Good to see you, katara." Her grandfather said in a snotty voice as always. Smiling she hugged him.

"Did you watch? He took down the warden with three jabs!" She screamed. Gasping she turned around to look for Zuko only to find he was gone. Glancing back at pappa who was rambling on about what Haru could have done better she cut in.

" Did a new member sign up?" she asked urgently. Pakku glanced at her in a warning way for her interruption but continued.

"Yes a young boy actually, six-teen? Amazing kid, his names Lee, he was a natural in the ring, he took out Jet in one punch." Her eyes glazed over with anger. Zuko was a boxer boy?! The only type of boy who she hated with a fiery passion? He was a pig-headed, violent, jerk who abused his fighting skills like all the others?! Screaming she stormed out the back door and down the street. The alley was her destination. Running their she panted as she slid to a stop. To her surprise Zuko was their but not like the other times. He was walking out of the other end and was so far down the long alley he looked like a speck. Running as quietly as she could, making sure to avoid alerting him she slipped down the alley. Zuko didn't turn around once. He walked down the street in fluid movements, many girls giggling at his shirt less body that only held a un zipped hoodie. He ignored them all. He went through about five or six more alley's before a small tea shop came into view. "The jasmine dragon" was wrote in cursive above the shop. Zuko walked into it. Katara waited pateintally for him to come out but after a half an hour she became restless. Walking into the shop she winced when the door rang loudly. A elderly man stood behind the counter placing pots of tea on plates to take to one of the many costumers. He looked up when the bell rang.

"A new customer! Welcome to my humble shop!" His voice bellowed across the room. All eyes turned to her and smiles were thrown her way. Smiling shyly she looked around for Zuko but he was no were in sight. Sitting at the nearest table she blushed when the older man strolled up to her.

"How can I help you?" He asked politely taking a seat. How did he no she wasn't here for tea? Smiling she looked up and met him strangely beautiful golden eyes.

"I'm looking for a boy named lee? He's really tall, black hair... ugh ... strong ... tall?" The man laughed heartily and sipped some tea.

"That would be my nephew he is in the back, feel free to go look for him." The man rumbled leaning back in his chair and smiling. Nephew?! She some how pictured Zuko as a rebellious teenager that had been kicked out and lived on the streets trying to regain his lost honor are something. Blushing she nodded and thanked him before walking to the back. She walked past the large kitchen and into a hallway that had pictures down all the walls. A lot were pictures of a young sturdy looking man with a bright smile. On one of the pictures Louis Sozin was written. Continuing down the hallway most doors were open. At the very end of the hallway their were stairs. Walking up the stairs she looked at the door that was before her when she reached the top. It had a door bell and a knocker. Knocking softly she turned her head curiously when shuffling was heard inside. The door whipped open and their was Zuko standing in nothing but boxers and a towel around his shoulders.

"Uncle I need to take at least a decent shower before working." He grumbled raising the towel and rubbing his hair already walking away. Coughing she blushed brightly when he stiffened. He jerked the towel to cover his face and spun around.

"What are you doing here!?" His deep voice echoed off the walls causing her to wince.

"Glad your happy to see me." She spat sarcastically and glared at the towel that covered his eyes and nose.

"What are you doing here!" He repeated, his voice holding so much anger she almost cried.

"What? Mad cause I ruined the whole bad- boy im a rebel image you had going?!" She spat back watching as he ignored her and pulled on his jeans and slipped on a new hoodie. He roughly caught her arm and practically dragged her down the stairs the whole time hiding his face. He stormed down the hallway tacking the back door through the kitchen and down, once again, another alley. He was in a stiff jog and cursed loudly when a cloaked figure appeared at the end of the alley. Spinning around he ran to the other side only for another person to appear. He glanced at the fire escape and jumped on pushing and shoving Katara up quickly in front of him. He easily climbed up while Katara scrambled. Once on the roof Zuko broke out into a run dragging her along. One hand held down his hood so the wind wouldn't whip it off. Coming to the edge of the roof top Katara began to slow down, surly this was the end and whoever was chasing them would capture them now. But no Zuko picked up speed. "What are you doing!" She screamed trying to break free from his hold, he held strong.

"Were gonna jump!" He yelled over the roaring winds, his voice not holding an ounce of uncertainty. Her jacket whipped around her. Her hair flapping against her face. The edge came closer. The gap was huge.

"Well never make it!" She screamed still trying to pull him back but she stumbled after him.

"Katara, you have to trust me!" He yelled and for a split second gold caught her sight when she looked at him but as soon as it appeared it disappeared. He grabbed the draw stings of the hoodie and tugged them close so he had the hand free. Grabbing her arm he picked up speed further. The air howled around them as they sailed through the air. Zuko grabbed Katara and held on tightly grunting as his body made impact with the other roof top. Katara gasped as she fell harshly onto his chest. Quickly looking back, she gasped when she saw the two men standing just on the other side of the gap between both roof tops. Like Zuko they didn't show their faces that were hidden by brown dirty hoods. She gasped when one curled back its lip to reveal large yellowed fangs. They stood stiffly not six eight feet away, their cloaks flapping noisily. Their fangs curled over their lips. The one that had not sprouted fangs noiselessly took a step back. The other followed not once turning his face from her. They disappeared into the fog silently. Shivering violently she turned her eyes back to Zuko. A thin line of blood dripped from his lip.

"Zuko?" Her voice was weak. Zuko turned his head slightly to her and she sighed in relief. That is until he spoke.

"They found my weakness." His voice trembled. And for the first time since meeting this strange boy, she heard genuine fear in his voice.

I changed Irohs son's name from Lu Ten to Louis because I have a strange irk for undoubtedly hating two worded names.