Author's Note: Hello everyone! I'm back again with another chapter. FYI: Make sure you read the last Author's Note because I have a question in it that I would like you to answer if you can. There will be a poll on my page so you can tell me your answer.

Katara: YOUR GIVING THE READERS CHOICES NOW! If I had it my way, I would have been shipped back to my own world already!

Me: Well, it isn't your way now is it?! Anyways, I hope you enjoy this chapter. *Grins evilly*

Hanabusa's P.O.V.:

I sat upright on my bed, reading a book that was probably one or two centuries older than me, considering that the binding was starting to crumble while the cover of the book peeled menacingly at the corners. I stifled a soft yawn before I glanced across the room where Akatsuki walked back and forth from his dresser to his suitcase, carting armfuls of clothes and other personal belongings. I sighed, setting the old book down next to me as I stretched my arms over my head. It was much too early to be up right now. I wonder if Ichijo was the one who suggested to the Dorm President that they leave at this ungodly hour. He's the only one here who actually appreciates the mornings, as a matter of fact, he's the one who acts the most human out of all of us. I rolled my eyes, who'd want to be anything like them? We're vampires, and we shouldn't be the ones having to hide when in reality we are the stronger of the two species.

Then out of nowhere, Katara's face popped in my mind; she wasn't like most humans, not by a long shot actually. Her strength is beyond that of any ordinary human, considering she was able to make me bleed with a single strike. I frowned dolefully, knowing that for the last month and a half I have been unforgivably cruel towards her. It wasn't that I wanted to be, I just couldn't risk hurting her anymore than I have already... Just the scent of her blood that night was enough to push me over the edge, and nearly sink my fangs into the silky smooth skin of her neck that had been kissed by the rays of the sun. I wonder how she would've reacted if I lost all the composer I had that night, and did suck her sweet blood. Would she have been angry with me? Or scared? Could she actually of understood even? I felt my cheeks warm for the mere thought of receiving a drink from her.

"Hanabusa?" I gasped sharply when I heard the coarse voice of my cousin cut threw the silent atmosphere around me. I snapped my head in his direction, conveying my startled expression towards him. "Hey, are you alright? You've been staring at that spot on the wall for the last half hour now." I furrowed my brow slightly as I peered down to my lap. Had I really been that deeply lost in thought? I could've sworn that only a few minutes passed. "I called to you several other times, but you never acknowledged me. What were you thinking about that had you so distracted?" I felt my face warm as I swallowed the knot that rested in my throat, what was I supposed to tell him? That I was imagining sucking the blood out of the Partial Perfect's neck. He'd most certainly scold me for even thinking like that, so I decided to remain silent and hope that he wouldn't press the issue any further. "By your silence, I take it that you don't want to tell me." Akatsuki muttered blandly before he released a soft sigh. At least he wasn't going to force it out of me, I thought graciously. "If you're not going to tell me, then I suppose I'll make an educated guess." He declared as he sat on the corner of my bed. "Let's see, what could Hanabusa have been thinking about right now?" He asked himself, while tapping his finger gently on his chin. "You were thinking about that Katara girl, right?" My body flinched when he mentioned her name, and he nodded his head. "I thought as much. You know, you aren't that hard to figure out sometimes, Hanabusa."

I frowned. "It's not like I purposely start thinking about her; I actually wish I could shove any thoughts that remotely relate to her to the farthest, and most barren corner of my mind." I explained grimly as I started twiddling my thumbs in a nervous fashion. "There isn't an off switch!" I complained, and pulled my knees up to my chest only to rest my chin on them while my hands messed with the bottoms of my pants. Not a day since I met her had gone by without thinking about her at least once, never in my life have I thought about a girl to such an extent, and I don't know how to make it stop.

"Hanabusa," Akatsuki began, causing my confounded teal eyes to stare up at him. "You're only torturing yourself by acting this way," I raised a brow. How am I torturing myself when it's Katara that won't stay out of my head? So if you want to speak technically it's Katara who is torturing me! "Once you admit itto yourself,you'll feel much better." My cousin finished his lecture then rose up to his feet, his gaze still locked on me.

"What do you mean, once you admit it to yourself, admit what?" I questioned, sliding off my bed so I could face him directly. I crossed my arms as a minor grimace took hold of my face because of my cousin's use of an asinine riddle that he made up on the spot. Why can't he just spit it out? He shook his head as he nonchalantly strolled over to his suitcase, placing a few more things that lay on his bed inside before zipping it up. I stuck my lip out in a pouty fashion, contemplating his riddle—if that's what you'd call it—because Akatsuki obviously wasn't going to answer me, and if he did, he'd say something obscure, like, You're smart, Hanabusa, you'll figure it out, or the answer is so simple. Even when we were littler he did this to me. I glanced away from my cousin, who sprawled out on his bed, towards a tall wall-length mirror, and stared at my reflection as I racked my brain for the answer.

"You know the way you've been treating her lately isn't going to get rid of it, actually it's only going to make you feel even worse." I cocked my head back in his direction as a small glare formed along my face—even though Akatsuki was paying no mind to it, all he did was stare at the ceiling with his arms tucked behind his head—wondering if that was supposed to be my hint, and if it was, it wasn't helping me! I growled irately while I turned back towards my bed, flopping on it face first. I closed my eyes as I inhaled the calming scent of lavender, wondering if it would help me think a little better. Hmm, so apparently admitting ithas something to do with Katara.

Then all of a sudden, it clicked. I shot up in my bed as if I had been spooked, while I unfortunately inhaled a mouthful of saliva causing me to start choking. I heard Akatsuki ask if I was all right—as if I could answer him right now considering the fact that I couldn't breathe— I felt my eyes grow wet while tears formed in the corners. He couldn't be serious, right? This is all some form of joke! I concluded as I finally managed to contain the coughing fit I just had, and with a stiff turn of my head, I stared at my stoic cousin with a bemused grin on my face, while his brow furrowed slightly at the odd scene I had just displayed before him. "You're not serious! Me in, in... With a HUMAN?! How could you think of something so ridiculous?" I questioned, feeling one of my brows twitch in an aggravated manner. I swallowed, shaking my head as my smile turned into a comical grin, and without any warning I burst into chuckles. "HA! Y-You're hilarious, Akatsuki!" I cackled, smacking my hands on my thighs just to emphasize my point. "You know, more than anyone else, where my opinion stands when it involves those creatures, so your little joke about me being in... Ha! I-I can't even say it because of how ridiculous it is!" I laughed as I rubbed my eyes, ridding myself of the cough-induced tears that remained, before I started laughing again.

Akatsuki's expression—more like lack of, actually—didn't change at all. If anything changed it was the atmosphere around him that fell from a light an almost happy tone down towards a mildly irritated one because I was acting so childish right now, not that I really cared. His statement was just too far fetched, so how could I not laugh at it? Suddenly I felt something hit my cheek, and my laughing ceased. I glanced around for the object that Akatsuki had thrown at me, but to my misfortune it was gone... Or, I just couldn't see it because so many objects lie around my bed. I peered over at him, my eyes narrowing slightly because of his minor attack. "Good. At least I finally shut you up." My eyes narrowed further. All he had to say was something like could I say something, he didn't have to stoop so low and throw objects at me, we aren't kids anymore. "I wasn't joking, Hanabusa, I was indeed quite serious, but from your lovely display I know, for a fact, that whatever I say to you won't change the way you think about this topic right now. I suppose it's something you'll have to see for yourself."

I rolled my eyes, and with a curt snort I sprawled back out on my bed while my feet were still planted firmly on the ground. I stared at the boring white ceiling above, wondering to myself why Akatsuki would tell me such bizarre things; it was actually a little out of character because when I was involved with the few girlfriends I hadif that's what you'd even call them. They were, more-or-less, companions that helped ease the boredom that I feel so frequently, nothing intimate ever happened between me and them—he never even asked how the relationship was going for me. However, all of the sudden he plainly states that I'm in love, and with a human no less... Well, he coded it actually. I sighed, the more I thought about this accusation the less my brain wanted to function. "Thanks, Akatsuki! I murmured under my breath. "Now I have a headache." I complained, thinking that he hadn't heard me.

"It's your fault. If you weren't in love, you wouldn't have given my statement a second thought." He grumbled blandly as the door to our dorm room opened, revealing the Vice-president on the other side smiling as per usual.

"What's with the tension in here? You two fight or something?" Ichijo asked in his normal upbeat tone.

"Hanabusa's in denial... Again."

I shot up out of my bed, my face undoubtedly colored a deep scarlet while my eyes narrowed significantly at my cousin. "I'M NOT IN DENIAL ABOUT ANYTHING!" I shouted, feeling my fists clench at my sides out of anger, knowing all too well that Ichijo was bound to ask what this topic was about. I glanced over at him, noticing that his face conveyed bafflement, while his brows rested in his hairline as he made a calm down gesture with his hands. I peered back at my cousin who subtly snickered at me for the little fit I was having, but I had every right to be unhappy when being falsely accused of something so absurd. "Isn't it time for you to leave anyways, Akatsuki?" I questioned, hopefully veering the topic away from this Love accusation.

"I came here to tell him that we were leaving now... Are you sure you don't want to come, Hanabusa?" Ichijo asked.

I smiled at him. "Yes, I'm actually more excited to see my father and my two sisters than I was when I first heard about this trip—"

"You have Three sisters, Hanabusa." I heard Akatsuki mumble as he grabbed his suitcase, and started for the door.

An angry grimace formed along my skin just because he mentioned the third one. He didn't need to remind me that I, in fact, had three sisters. However, Keiko and I have never gotten along, no matter how nice I tried to be towards her. I once made her a beautiful necklace that had her name engraved on it for her twelfth birthday. She even said it was truly a wonderful gift as she thanked me for it, and that she knew the perfect place to put it. Just those few simple words made me feel so happy inside, thinking that my sister would finally accept me and possibly care about me, but when I saw her throw it in the fireplace as if it was mere kindling; I felt my spirit shatter once again. That was the last time I ever made her a gift, as a matter of fact I haven't gotten her one since then, knowing all too well that she'd do something similar. I felt my glower sharpen just for remembering that day. "I hardly count that witch who goes by the name of Keiko, as my sister, Akatsuki." I muttered grimly, feeling a sense of hurt return, and fill my being. "The two of you better get going, I'll see you after the New Year." I uttered, my voice hardly above a whisper. Ichijo nodded contently as he bounded out of my room and down the hall, while Akatsuki on the other hand, still stood in the threshold. I raised a brow, confounded by his reluctance to leave. "Why are you still here? Their gonna leave without you!" I proclaimed as I pointed out the window, seeing most of the group far up the path already, whereas Ichijo walked with lord Kuran at a slower pace. "Why aren't you listening to me?" I questioned aloud, feeling my confusion beginning to morph into irritation.

"You only told me part of the reason you're not going with us." I blinked several times as I collected my thoughts. I'm beginning to think that Akatsuki's telepathic, or psychic even because no matter what I tell him he can sense the smallest lie, or hidden information. Other than my immediate family, Akatsuki is the only one who can read between the lines in just about everything I say to him. "I noticed the other day when the Headmaster announced that he and his kin were attending this trip that your mind changed instantly." I opened my mouth to speak, but he cut my words off with a swift wave of his hand. "Don't bother saying that you were on the fence about going on this trip, because you and I both know that's not what made you resort to going home this break." I swallowed nervously as my cheeks darkened some. Okay, I may have altered my decision with mild persuasion from the Headmaster's announcement, but it doesn't mean that I didn't want to go home and see my family. I thought honestly, but I didn't have time to say anything because my cousin spoke again. "So the main reason you're not going is because of Katara, right?"

I glanced down to the carpeted floor of my room, feeling my heart begin to act up again just because he said her name... Ugh, what is wrong with me? I bellowed mentally, her name can't even be tossed in a conversation without my body beginning to dysfunction. "I-If I went, and the two of us were in the same vicinity of each other all hell would break loose. Plus, Zero doesn't want me around her, he told me himself after you and Ichijo left me on the balcony." This caused my stoic cousin to stare at me as if I had completely lost my mind. Well, I couldn't blame him too much, normally when the Perfect's name is mentioned it has many insults intertwined into the sentence. I felt a form of dread overwhelm me as I thought about it. "Katara had gotten in a minor fight with this girl who managed to get ONE strike on her, and she started bleeding because of it." I began as I rubbed my neck. "The mere scent of her blood was more than enough to drive me insane, and I nearly drank from her..." I glanced back at Akatsuki who looked beyond mortified that I was just now telling him these things. "I have self control issues as is, but never have I ever been so tempted to suck someones blood before. The only reason that I didn't go through with it was because the little voice in the back of my mind kept telling me that if I bit her she'd see me as nothing but a monster. I didn't want that, so I opted to make her hate me rather than having her stare at me with disgusted eyes..." I trailed off, feeling a sorrowful grimace make its way to the surface of my skin as I watched my cousin process everything I had just told him.

Akatsuki scratched his head; apparently he was stumped and had no idea how to help me with this problem. "So, the reason you've been mean to her was to distance yourself?" I nodded my head as he released a soft sigh. "You've really dug yourself a nice hole, haven't you." He muttered tonelessly as he grabbed his suitcase, taking a few steps out of the room before glancing back at me. "You can't run away from this problem forever, Hanabusa. Sooner or later you'll have to face her, that's an inevitable fact, since she is a Partial Perfect, and now that you've fallen in love with her—"

"How many times do I have to tell you that I'm not in love with her?!" I ranted, crossing my arms in an irate manner while my glare sharpened at him.

None of this even phased Akatsuki, all he did was shake his head, and continued with what he was saying beforehand. "Anyways, You have even bigger problems ahead because of this. Especially if Lord Kuran finds out about your feelings for her." I felt my eyes twitch as my hands shot up to the sides of my head as if it would split in half if I let go. Why does he keep implying that I'm in love because I know—for sure—that I'm not! When someone is in love they don't ever want to be separate from that person. They love spending time together, and can't stay angry with them for long periods of time because they don't want to be angry with that person. "I have to leave now, Hanabusa, I wish you a merry Christmas, and I'll see you after the New Year." I glanced back at him as he waved goodbye to me before he hightailed it down the hallway.

I walked back over to the window, watching as my cousin darted out of the gates in attempts to catch up with the little dots that stood idly by the cars now. "I'm not in love with a human... Am I?" I questioned aloud, half-expecting Lord Kuran to barge in my room and scold me for letting that statement even pass my lips, but that didn't happen, nothing happened actually. There was nothing around me, but a silent atmosphere, the only thing that I could hear was the little voice in my head, taunting me about this supposed love predicament I was in right now. "I really need to speak with my father, and hopefully he'll be able to help me sort out this mess... But what if it turns out to be that I am? I'll be shunned from my family... From the whole vampire community! I'll be looked down upon by everyone, I'll be known as a traitor... And—Stop it now!" I scolded myself as I leaned my head against the wall, taking deep breaths to calm my beating heart. I closed my eyes as I ran my hand over my face as if I could wipe away all of my troubles. "I need to preoccupy my mind for now, and stop speculating about what might happen in the future if..." I groaned softly, trying to think of anything that would distract me from that situation. Then I thought about how I was getting home. "I need to pack a little bag, since the drive home is a long one, so I'll probably stop somewhere for that night. If I go to an airport, I'll be there forever because I didn't get a ticket, and plus it's just too crowded right now with all the people leaving and arriving, I don't want to go through that." I muttered to myself as I strolled over to my dresser to pack for the long drive...

It had been about thirty minutes since everyone had left campus for the trip. I wonder how the car ride is going right now? I wondered as I slipped on my dark-gray button up coat, imagining the glares that both Katara and Zero were probably giving everyone in the car. I smirked, feeling more than relieved that I didn't have to be subjected to their bad attitudes, while I felt sorry for everyone else. I slid my arm through the long strap of my bag, crossing it over my chest so I didn't have to worry about it falling off of my shoulder.

I slipped through the large doors of the moon door as I deeply inhaled the wonderful smell of the crisp winter air; it was so nice and fresh, especially now because I wasn't batting off my beloved fans. Even I need a break from their adoration sometimes, and that's what I was getting right now—A sudden ringing in my pocket brought me out of my peaceful spirit. I snatched my cell phone out of my pocket, staring at the screen where a picture of my father, Tsukiko, and Reika stared back at me. I smiled to myself as I tapped the answer bubble, and brought the phone to my ear. "Hello?" I murmured the typical greeting, but a few seconds later I was nearly deafened by my littlest sister.

"HANA, WHEN ARE YOU COMING HOME?! I MISS YOU SOOO MUCH, AND I CAN'T WAIT TO SEE YOU!" I flinched, pulling the phone away from my ear for a second before I deemed it safe to put it back.

"Don't shout, Reika, I can hear you just fine." I told her as I started down the dirt path. "I'll be heading home soon so don—"

"How long is soon, Hana? When do you think we'll see you? What time?" I was so intently trying to process all of her questions I didn't notice the ice that was all over the ground until I started slipping all around. After a few minutes of minor stumbling, I managed to concentrate enough to melt the ice under my feet. Where did all this ice come from? I know that I didn't put it here, and I know for certain that it wasn't here when everyone left for the airport. "Hana, are you okay? Say something to me!" I heard my sister bellow into my poor ear, but my mind was still trying to unravel this mysterious phenomenon. I glanced from my left to my right, noticing that the ice was only as wide as the path, then I peered behind me seeing that the ice had already crept past me, and now nearly reached the Moon Dorm Gates. Then before I knew it, my little patch of dirt was overcome with ice once again. I raised my brow, unfreezing the ground under me once again. However, only a second later the ice had come back to steal away the hard ground again, and this happened to me several more times before I noticed how far the ice had crept passed me. What is this? I questioned to myself, but my sister's shout brought me out of my flabbergasted state.

"Reika, I have to go, I'll call you later, okay." I heard a few disgruntled buts from her before I hung up and turned my phone completely off—so I wouldn't hear it ring fifty times—then I placed it back in my pocket as I tried to figure out the situation I was in. I unfroze my little patch of ground once more, only for it to freeze right back over, but this time it did it at a much faster rate. My brow twitched in anger as I felt my temper rise. "Since when did the ice receive a mind of its own?" I hissed lowly to myself as I tried to unfreeze a larger patch, but I didn't even melt the small area around me this time. "What the HELL?!" I growled as I stomped on the element as if violence would help me regain my control over it, but it only made me look like an idiot, good thing no one was here to witness this little display of mine. I muttered snidely. I stopped my childish antics when I heard a scraping sound, like someone was skating on the ice. I glanced over to where the sound was coming from, my eyes scanning the area for any rogue vampires the may attack or a possible wild animal, but what I saw instead baffled me far more.

It was—without a doubt—Katara gliding across the thick sheet of ice on the ground. I rubbed my eyes to see if the image would vanish, but sure enough, it didn't because I still could see the young woman skating, no, it was more like she was dancing across the ice as if she had total control over it. I watched as she spun in a circle like a professional ice skater, just like the ones I've seen when I watched the World Olympics... But over a thousand times better. I watched as she lifted her hand in the air, and with a gentle wave, puffy snowflakes showered all around her, and when I caught a brief glimpse of her face, my heart nearly exploded because of how fast it beat in my chest. The smile she wore right now was enough to melt any man's heart. It was so pure an alive that I was nearly reduced to a puddle on the ground. I've never seen her so happy ever since the two of us met, and for some reason I felt contentment wash over me because of it.

Several minutes passed by as I observed her, and was now certain that she was the one who had unconsciously blocked my abilities—not that I really minded—I thought as I watched her create a ramp made entirely out of ice. She easily skated up, sending her high in the air, spinning quickly as she easily landed back on the ground. I stared at her display in awe as she proceeded to make another ramp, but this one was much steeper than the one before, and when she launched herself off it she managed to reach past some of the tallest trees around the campus. Then when I saw two tendrils of crystal clear water twist together as if they were formulating a beautiful, and graceful dance with one another. I was at a loss for words because of what she had shown me—even though I highly doubt that she wanted me to know this kind of information—was so entrancing and beautiful I felt as if I could watch her all day long without becoming bored. Then I wondered to myself that if she could preform all kinds of things with the water, snow, and ice could she have been lying to me when she removed the pain from my face? This one girl was more than incredible, I told myself.

I was so lost in thought that I didn't notice as she skated right for me until I had already been knocked towards the ground at an amazingly fast speed. If I would have known that she was moving this fast I would've made it a point to get out of her way, but I suppose it was a bit too late for anything like that considering that I was rolling across the ground now. I before the two of us split in different directions one of my arms instinctively wrapped around Katara's waist while the other did its best to protect her head and neck from receiving any severe injuries. Good thing too, because we rolled one last time and a rock or something had crushed itself into back of my hand. It hurt like hell, but I was more thrilled that my hand had received the injury rather than her head. I really didn't want to be in her presence if she obtained a wound on her head because that's the place on just about any creature that bleeds the most... I nearly lost control from a few small cuts on her face, who knows what could have potentially happened if she was bleeding profusely like that. I felt our speed reduce and we skidded to a soft stop off of the icy path, and into the snow around.

I groaned softly, feeling my already accelerated pulse push the breaking point when I felt Katara's small body lying still on me. I sighed in pain as I let my arms slip off of her, knowing for a fact that if they stayed put much longer she'd most likely lose her mind because it was ME who was touching her. After several slow minutes passed by, Katara's brain must have finally registered what was going on because I felt her stiffen as she raised her body above mine. I swallowed nervously when I opened my eyes to meet her deep blue orbs that swirled with terror. "Y-You're," She stammered as her eyes widened significantly as she processed my face. "HERE?!" She bellowed, immediately hopping to her feet, and nearly step on one of my hands in her current panicky state. I sat up, my eyes never leaving hers. "Why are you here? You're not supposed to be HERE! YOU'RE supposed to be on your way to Paris right now!" She snarled as she began pacing along an invisible line she had painted with her feet.

I rose to my feet, brushing off any little particles of dirt that had managed to cling to me when Katara and I fell. "I decided that I wanted to go home this break, mainly because YOU were supposed to be going on that trip!" I retorted, feeling my features contort themselves into a glare as I pointed to her. "I was trying to avoid you, Katara!"

The angered woman finally stopped her erratic pacing, giving me her absolute attention, which included her fire-like eyes that could pierce through the surface of someone and scorch them from the inside out. "You mother f—"

"Don't say that, Katara, that word makes the user seem like an uncivilized miscreant, and you have too much class for it to be tainted by such a strong obscenity." I reprimanded, keeping my voice in the lower octaves in hopes of not angering her further, but it did the exact opposite when I saw her body begin twitching furiously. My eyes widened as I took several steps away from her as if the more distance I put between us the more confident I would feel.

"You saw it all, didn't you!" She accused, her voice sharp as ice to my ears, which only pushed me further off the edge, knowing that I had just dug my own grave because I was at the wrong place at the wrong time. Her lips twisted into a canine-like snarl as all emotions—except for anger and hate—vanished from her eyes, and in that moment I knew that I was in trouble.

"Y-You mean what you did with the water? I promise that I won't tell anyone, Katara, I—" My sentence was cut short as a large group of icicles were shot at me. I jumped about a foot to my right, barely avoiding them. "C-Come on, can't we talk about th—AWW!" I screamed when I felt Katara wrap a stream of water around my ankles only to yank my feet out from under me, and I landed flat on my back with my head bouncing off the ground several times. When my vision cleared up some I saw her wave her arms, sending another group of icicles towards me. However, I rolled out of their path, and somehow managed to get to my feet in the process. I glanced back at her, seeing that she was already moving her arms in several different motions, causing an icy ball to begin forming around me, but right before she sealed it I grabbed the edge to yank myself out.

I rolled down the ice ball, and hid behind a nearby tree to catch my breath. I swallowed, feeling my pulse reach an unstoppable speed as I leaned against the thick tree. What is this? I questioned, but I didn't have time to figure out an answer because a second later the tree I took refuge behind suddenly imploded, shooting me several yards away from it. I winced when I felt my back forcefully collide with another tree, causing a sharp pain to shoot up my spine, while the impact stole the very breath from my chest. I picked myself up, peering back at the spot I was at a mere second ago, and saw nothing left of the tree other than its black and shriveled corpse. My eyes widened in fear when I saw Katara's arms cover themselves in water, creating two tentacle-like appendages, and shot at me again. I hopped up on my feet, luckily avoiding the streams of water that now froze the tree I had been thrown against. I felt myself start to panic when she easily grabbed my arm with her water tentacle, and tossed me back into the open path that was still frozen over with several inches of ice. I saw the ground approaching at a rapid pace, and I knew that I needed to catch my fall, otherwise I'd break my neck when I landed, so I put my hands out landing on them—I suppose being Keiko's training dummy was good for something, not that I'd ever tell her that—and flipped onto my feet. I swiftly spun around because witnessing these powers of hers I knew that if I couldn't see her I'd be at a BIG disadvantage. I didn't know what I was supposed to do, but I knew that if I didn't think of something quick I'd be going home in a casket. I shook my head, thoughts like that are NOT going to help me right now, I noted grimly, while dodging several more groups of icicles.

Suddenly I felt the ground—erm, ice actually—begin to shake as if it was being lifted up from the earth, and out of instinct I jumped off, managing to land several feet away only seconds before a pillar of ice shot up high above the ground. When she noticed that I had managed to avoid being stuck up there, the pillar collapsed showering the surrounding area with gallons upon gallons of water. Being drenched in water in the middle of winter was not pleasant whatsoever, it also gives me a disadvantage because she could just freeze my clothes so I couldn't move. It's not like I could disclose my powers to dry myself off because she might see me as an even bigger threat, which is not what I want at all.

I gulped as Katara's arms raised and behind her a wall of water, taller than anything on campus appeared. My eyes widened when the top edge of the wave—that was still growing in size—began to freeze into sharp icicles, and without a seconds notice the wave came crashing down towards me. I felt my heart stop as the icy wave finally registered in my mind and descended down upon me at a rapid pace, and in that moment I was met with a question. Should I accept my fate and die by this girl's hand, or should I ignore Lord Kuran's warning and protect myself using my own powers? I didn't have much time to thoroughly weigh the good and bad consequences of my rash decision, and in the end I choose the latter option... What good would I be to lord Kuran if I was dead, hell, what good would I be to myself if I was dead?

With a simple wave of my hand some of the water that raced towards me froze a mere foot away from my face, while the remaining water from the wave continued to push heavily on the sheet of ice I held erect for my protection. I heard a cracking sound above me, and no more than a second later a large crack etched itself—in a jagged fashion—down the middle of my icy barrier. I was surprised that the wave was strong enough to severely crack my protective barrier, causing me to work twice as hard just to keep it from collapsing. I narrowed my eyes as my vision wavered between crimson and clear, my vampire instincts desperately trying to overthrow my rational mind because of how much I was struggling to hold my own against such a powerful human. I've never before seen a vampire with this much power, let alone a human being!

I felt my icy barrier begin to buckle under the constant weight the water put on it, causing my feet to slip back as Katara exhibited more stress on my failing barrier. I'm going to meet my end if I stay where I am much longer! I thought to myself, knowing that I had to get out from under my barrier because I knew it wasn't going to last much longer no matter how hard I tried to hold it up. I wonder how long it would last if I let go, and darted into the woods out of her range? That was the only idea—other than letting Katara drown me under that wave of water—that I could come up with, and I knew I'd have to execute it soon. I thought as several more large cracks formed on my barrier. I took several deep breaths to prepare, and a second later, I focused all of my energy on escaping the grim fate before me, sprinting into the dense wooded area behind me.

I had barely moved three yards before hearing the clattering of ice crumbling to the ground, shooting icicles in all sorts of directions. Good thing I had managed to make it this far, otherwise I'd have been impaled. I thought in a relieved manner, however, my nerves were still tense. I swallowed softly as I found myself a nice tree to take refuge in for the time being, knowing that it would only be a matter of time before she found me. I climbed high up where the evergreen branches partly concealed me. I glanced down at my hands that were shaking vividly because of how cold I was, but also the fact that I was for the first time in a long time afraid of what might happen in the next few minutes. What is she? I questioned as I began to evaporate the redundant water that drenched every article of clothing I had on. Is she truly a human, or is she something else, and if so, what would she be? I sighed graciously when I felt my body heat began to warm me up once again. Could she possibly be a new breed of vampire? One higher than a Pureblood... I furrowed my brow in thought, remembering the first time I saw her near that little pond—not far from the switchover area—drawing contently to herself. Her scent was then—and still is now—remarkably similar to that of a Pureblood's, so similar in fact, I actually mistook her for a Pureblood at first, but realized as I drew closer to her that her scent was indeed that of a human. That was the last time I ever thought that she might have been a potential vampire... Until now, that is. Witnessing firsthand that she's able to manipulate water with little effort at all has me reconsidering that that speculation may actually be the truth. I grimaced at this startling realization, knowing if what I concluded was indeed fact, I'd stand no chance if I truly fought her, even if I utilized my vampire self... Hell, I could barely hold my own against her, and I was the one on the defensive. Not once was I able to turn the tables on her.

"I know you're around, so why don't you come on out now." My entire body froze when I heard her malicious tone, and the crunch of the snow nearing the tree I was in. This is the girl that Akatsuki claims I'm in love with? I don't think I could ever love someone who wishes to kill me, I thought bitterly to myself. I quietly positioned my head near a break in the leaves. The break was small, so it would be much more difficult to reveal myself, and as if fate wished to test my theory the Partial Perfect's form appeared in the limited vision of the hole, and she stopped. This is like something from a horror movie, the poor victim is hiding from their pursuer, and they somehow manage to search right around the hiding place of said victim. However, there aren't very many horror movies where the pursuer is a female, and the victim is a male. I recollected as I prayed that she wouldn't find me, but nonetheless her eyes managed to gaze directly up to the small hole I used.

Katara's eyes weren't the same as they normally were... They were full of vengeance, sorrow, anger, hurt, and loneliness just to name a few. I've seen her angry, yes, but I haven't seen so much anger ever run through her eyes like it did now. This was the first time that I was able to see how alone she truly was, and how much pain that had been rooted deep inside her. Over the short amount of time that I've known Katara, I've learned that she was indeed a bit on the angry side, but when she let her guard down she was a sweet and caring person underneath that dreadful mask of anger. However, what I perceived before me right now was not the same person I had originally met, no, this was a girl who felt nothing, and saw nothing, but a broken world before her eyes. The girl I saw right then was merely an empty shell that looked like Katara, nothing more.

I frowned, wondering if me seeing her powers was what tipped the scale and brought about this terrifying person. "There you are!" She hissed, and with a wave of her hand sharp icy blades shot up towards me. I jumped out of the tree, landing gracefully on my feet. "I don't know how you managed to escape my wrath, but you won't do it again." She snarled, sending another wave of water at me, but at a much smaller scale this time since it was in the middle of a chaparral of trees, giving her less room to work with. Apparently her rage had blinded her earlier when I used my powers, I concluded, but knew that I still needed them in order to come out of this alive.

I took a deep breath, knowing that I must be calm if I am to be in full control of my powers, I cannot panic like earlier, otherwise, I'll be in the same position I was in then. I exhaled, and with a quick wave of my hand the water she shot at me had frozen over several feet away from me. I took a few steps to the side so I could clearly see her reaction, and I had to say it was not one I entirely expected. Her vicious, hateful eyes had finally been beaten back by surprise, and her angered grimace was replaced by bafflement as her eyes remained focused on the frozen wave not far from her. I sighed, relieved that she wasn't hellbent on attacking me right this second. I watched as Katara rubbed her eyes as if she thought the frozen water in front of her was an illusion, and after several minutes of closing and opening them she glanced at me. Her browns knitted together as her confounded expression grew the longer she stared at me. It didn't really bother me either, since her stare wasn't lewd like the ones of my fan girls; she actually looked like she was trying to process how I was able to freeze the water.

Suddenly she shot a single icicle at me. I raised a brow, when she attacked me earlier she shot no less than ten icicles at me at one time, why would she... Wait a second. Her intent isn't to harm me this time, it's to confirm that I do have powers, and that she wasn't imagining this whole thing. I concluded, and with a small movement of my hand the icicle had disappeared into thin air. Katara's arms fell to her side as if to make herself appear less aggressive, which helped me relax, but I still kept up my guard just in case she was bluffing. "How are you able to do that?" Katara questioned softly, her baffled eyes never leaving mine.

"What?" I half-shouted, causing the Partial Perfect to jump slightly in surprise. I felt my features twist into a scowl while my fists balled themselves at their sides. "What I did?! If anything, it should be you explaining things to me, considering the fact that you tossed me around like a rag doll, and numerously attempted to impale me with ice!" I hollered as I pointed at her angrily, causing Katara's head to fall in a shameful manner. "All I did was freeze the waves YOU sent at me so I wouldn't drown... That's nothing compared to what you did to me! Throughout this whole ordeal YOU came out completely unscathed, while I on the other hand," I bellowed pointing to my body, knowing that there was bound to be tons of cuts, bumps, scrapes and who knows what else. "feel like I've been hit by a truck a dozen times!" I wasn't exaggerating either, my entire body throbbed and ached to the point where I just wanted to crawl in bed and never come out again. "How about you throw yourself around a few times and let me know how you feel after—"

"I'm sorry." I heard her whisper, my constant complaining stopped while my eye's widened at those words. Did she just apologize to me? I didn't even know that the word sorry was in her vocabulary. "I'm sorry." There it was again and this time around her voice cracked. I felt my eyes narrow at the girl, sorry doesn't fix anything! I thought, and was just about to retort against her, however, I lost the use of my vocal cords when Katara glanced up at me. Her blue eyes had glossed over while her lips quivered vividly as if she was about to... Cry? She hates crying in general, especially when she's in front of other people. Was she trying to gain sympathy from me? Was this just a ploy to play with my feelings or something? Because if it is, it's not going to work!

My hard gaze remained unwavering as I crossed my arms over my chest and remained aloof. "Heh, apologizing doesn't fix the harm you caused me, and for your information, crying will not get you anywhere. Didn't your parent's ever tell you that actions speak louder than words—H-Hey! What are you doing?!" I questioned irately when she suddenly placed one of her hands on my cheek, and ran her fingers over several cuts, this little action of hers caused my face to flare up as if I had baked all day under the summer sun. I attempted to push her away, and when I finally succeeded I glanced at her hand that was still frozen in midair, seeing that it had coated itself in a glove of soft glowing blue water. "What's that?!" I inquired loudly, while my suspicions rose because of the sight I perceived before me.

Katara frowned, her eyes still partaking in a staring contest with the snowy ground. "You just said that actions speak louder than words, which they do, so I figured that I should show you I'm sorry rather than just say I am." She whispered and without another word she placed her hand on my cheek. I flinched at first, but once I felt that familiar, soothing sensation all apprehension, and anger I felt towards this girl had vanished, leaving behind a sense of tranquility. I sighed softly, subconsciously leaning into her hand as my eyes lidded, and proceeded to rest on her. I watched as her face turned bright red while her gaze shifted off in another direction, so she didn't have to look at me. I smirked, thinking it was absolutely adorable the way she was biting her lip right now because of how nervous she was.

"It appears that you do have healing abilities, so why'd you lie to me before, Katara?" I asked softly while she moved her hand to another cut that tainted my once flawless skin.

"I... Didn't trust you, I still don't trust you, actually," A small grimace broke upon my face. I don't really blame her for not trusting me because the two of us hardly know each other; another point that factors into her lack of trust for me is how cruel I've treated her the last month and a half. Perhaps I deserved that beating she gave me just now, I thought shamefully to myself. "and since I let my guard down, thinking that there wasn't anyone here other than myself, that is, you happened to witness everything. Therefore, I figured since you've already seen that much what other harm could possibly come by showing you another one of my abilities." Her and slid down to my chin, trembling slightly. "I suppose you probably think I'm some sort of witch now, right? And now you're probably gonna tell the whole world about my powers."

I raised a brow. No, I didn't think she was a witch of any kind, I'm still leaning towards the strong possibility that's she's a hidden vampire... I guess is what I'd call it, but I'm sure if I ask her that she might take it the wrong way. "No," I murmured, feeling my eyes soften in understanding, having to hide something from the rest of the world that is so natural to oneself is extremely difficult. I know better than anyone actually, since I'm a vampire who has been instructed to remain hidden among humans. Katara's blue eyes finally peered up to meet mine as bewilderment swirled intensely inside them. "I don't see you as a witch, if I did what would that make me then, since I possess powers that are similar, but NOWHERE near as powerful as yours." I felt a light tingling sensation in my lower abdomen as if someone was lightly touching me, and I knew that once more my body was beginning to respond in strange ways. I swallowed nervously, why would saying a few words trigger these feelings? I pondered silently as I felt the brunette's hand move to the opposite side of my face, healing whatever wounds that were there.

Katara smiled at me with bright, seemingly revived blue eyes it was as if something inside her has changed just in the last few seconds. "For the longest time I felt all alone here... Thinking that there wasn't a single person in this world that I could truly relate to. However, now that I've met you I learned that I'm not the only person in this lonely world that can control an element. The empty void inside my chest seems to have healed a bit because I learning this small amount of information." Her smile grew, which only made matters worse for my pounding heart as she slid her arms around my neck and embraced me. I froze, unsure if this event was seriously taking place, yet, a few seconds later, my arms automatically snaked around her even though my mind hadn't given them permission to do so. I closed my eyes as I continued to intake this seldom blissful moment I shared with Katara... Well, that was until I was abruptly reminded of my growing desire for her blood.

All it took was one gentle breeze to set off my natural instincts. My body stiffened as my hold strengthened unintentionally on Katara, her curt squeak was enough to prove it. My eyes shot wide open, and the world around was drenched in a crimson hue, while my fangs lengthened till they dug into my bottom lip, aching to pierce the soft skin that was maybe three or four inches away. All I'd have to do is turn my head just a little bit, and I could nick her slightly with my fangs. In my ears all I could hear was her increasing heart rate... Sooo tempting, I thought desperately... All I want is a taste... I shook my head, hoping the despicable thoughts would vanish. "... what... wrong... busa... go... hurt... me!" Katara's voice was fuzzy, only letting me catch a few words here and there, but what I knew was that I was probably scaring her, again, with this behavior I was exhibiting to her right now.

I had to put some distance between us, no matter how small because if I'm this close to her for much longer I'll lose all control. I forced my arms off her before I shot a good several meters away, making sure to keep my back to her so she wouldn't witness my vampiric side. That's the last thing I needed her to see, that would most definitely destroy whatever little ties we had just formed. I couldn't let that happen... It's taken this long just to get to where I am right now with her, and I do not intend to squander my progress. "Hanabusa?" Katara called, her voice filled with concern, just like when she found me on the balcony. I coughed and wheezed, feeling the agonizing burning sensation in my chest that only appeared when I haven't had a good meal in months. The pain was so intense that it had me doubled over, and gasping for air. I took several deep breaths so I was able to focus on snagging my blood tablets, and when my hands finally opened the little tin box I immediately tossed at least half-a-dozen of them in my mouth.

Several minutes passed in a heavy silence, neither me nor Katara dared to break it. Even though the silence was extremely uncomfortable it at least gave me some time to recover from this attack. I watched as my crimson vision soon faded away, and I sighed in relief, knowing that Katara was safe for the time being. I felt my breathing finally normalize as I straightened back up, still clenching the tin box of tablets securely in my hand. "Hanabusa!" I jumped slightly when I heard her concerned, yet authoritative voice call to me. "What's wrong?! Would you say something, please, so I know that you're somewhat okay!" Her ranting seemed to only grow louder with each passing second until I felt her bone-crushing grip lock onto my wrist once again, and began dragging me in the direction towards her home—which was strangely not far away. Our fight must have brought us this close. "Damn idiot! Won't say a single thing... Only making my life harder... I'll have to figure out what's wrong with him..."

Katara's constant yammering continued right up to the door of her house, and stopped when she yanked me through the threshold. "Take your shoes off—I don't want you tracking dirt through my house—and hang your coat up there," I turned my head towards a wooden coat rack that hung next to the door. I felt her hand slip off of my arm as the peeved Perfect stormed towards the kitchen. "Go sit down in the living room." She grumbled unpleasantly before disappearing into the kitchen. I raised one brow, as I stared at the spot Katara had been a second ago, confounded by the sudden change in events. Even when she and I went out together, she made it very clear that I was not welcome in her home, and now here I am, standing in the threshold of her home, invited in by Katara herself, and didn't come in on my my own accord like I did when I first met her. I smiled softly as I hung up my coat and discarded my shoes to the mat against the wall that sat next to a white hamper.

I made my way to the dim living room, since the curtains were closed—barely letting any light into the room—and no lights were turned on, but the darkness wasn't too much of a problem for me for obvious reasons. I sat on the center cushion of the couch with my hands neatly clasped in my lap, waiting for Katara to come back with whatever it was she needed from the kitchen. My brows knitted together in thought as several questions about her popped up in my mind. How was Katara able to control the water, was the biggest one. She's a human—I think—and humans aren't supposed to have powers, so why does she? Another thing is how on earth could she be stronger than me, or possibly stronger than a Pureblood? These main questions continued to boggle my mind so much that my head was beginning to hurt because of it.

I sighed softly as I stared at the wooden coffee table in front of me, trying to collect my thoughts on how to approach this topic with Katara... I wonder if she's curious about my powers too? A minute or two later I felt the couch dip in on my left before I heard the soft sound of two glasses being set on the table. "I'm sure you're curious about me now... Right, Hanabusa," Katara begun softly. I turned my head in her direction, observing the faraway gaze in her eyes that rested on the black screen of the television across the room. I murmured a soft yes, before I turned my eyes away from her. "I figured as much. I'm also curious about you too." She stated coyly, I glanced back at her, watching as she bit her lip in thought. "You can ask me whatever you want, and I'll do my best to be as honest as possible, but only if you promise to answer my questions as well." She compromised as she grabbed one of the black mugs that she had set on the table a few minutes ago, sipping on the steaming liquid. "The other one's for you, it's hot chocolate... It may not be of the highest quality ingredients—like you're used to having—but it should warm you up." Katara murmured softly as she handed the other mug to me.

I smiled at her and accepted the cup, feeling my hands warm from the hot contents inside. "Thank you." I murmured graciously before taking a small sip. "It's delicious." I smiled happily as I licked my lips before taking another drink. I glanced out of the corner of my eye, noticing her slightly upturned lips because of my compliment. I set the mug down and straightened my back. "How is it that you're able to manipulate the water in so many ways? Me... I can only control ice; I'm incapable of doing most of the things I have witnessed today." I inquired and met her blue orbs.

Katara sighed softly as she began rubbing the palm of her hand nervously. "Everything I'm going to tell you is gonna sound ridiculous, but bare with me, okay." I nodded my head, motioning for her to carry on with her explanation, I mean really, how ridiculous could it be? I wondered to myself. "Okay. The power that you speak of is called waterbending; it's one of the four main types of bending that I know of—"

"Would the other three be air, earth, and fire?" I asked, feeling a strange sense of familiarity to this subject. Katara smiled at me and nodded her head in agreement, causing a light red blush to dust over my cheeks.

"You're right on the mark, Blondie. Anyways, there's still a bit more to tell... If you'll listen." The Partial Perfect reprimanded lightly, her face strangely remaining void of any angry emotions, which surprised me significantly. Normally she'd blow up if I would've interrupted her; this new behavior of hers caused me to smile, feeling contentment wash over me for actually witnessing her true nature. "This is where you might have a hard time believing me, but here it goes anyway... I'm not from this world, Hanabusa," I raised a brow as I twisted my body further in her direction, trying to make sense of her last statement. I suppose she wasn't kidding when she said her explanation would sound unbelievable. "I still lived on a planet named Earth, but all the continents were divided into four nations. There were the four Air Temples, the whole Earth Kingdom, the Fire Nation, and the Northern and Southern Water Tribes..." Katara glanced back at me. Her eyes scanning over my expression, obviously wondering if I was truly absorbing the information that she was giving me, and when I motioned for her to continue she nodded her head. "The world I lived in two—almost—three years ago now, had one being that kept everything in balance, and he was called the Avatar. A being that had the ability to use all four elements, the most powerful bender in the whole world..."

Katara continued to explain her world to me, and how all these amazing bendings worked, but the more she told me the stronger my feeling of familiarity grew. I just couldn't shake the feeling that I've heard of this bending somewhere, so I continued to listen to her intently, hoping that something she might say may jog some type of memory. "There was this war that had lasted one-hundred years because the Avatar had disappeared..." That's when it hit me!

"Hang on a second, Katara, I think you have one fact wrong about your story," Katara stared at me while utter confusion claimed her features. "You're not from some alternate dimension or different world—"

"What the hell are you talking about? I have to be from another world because everything is different here; there wasn't all this technology around, and most of the animals are different too." Katara retorted as she irately folded her arms on her chest, staring at me with questioning eyes.

I tilted my head to the side. "Hear me out, Katara, yes from what you've described to me your world was indeed much different than where you are now. However, many years ago—when I was still a child actually—my father and I had gone to the Library of World History because he had business with someone there." Katara's eyes narrowed at me, causing my body to shutter from her intense cold stare. I have to get her to listen, I thought desperately to myself. "I tottered off like any little kid would, and explored all around, until I tripped over a book that was titled The Elemental Period. I glanced through it seeing pictures of people 'bending' as you call it, but I also read bits and pieces like the fact that there was a war that lasted one-hundred years. In the book the war was named Humanity's Liberation, Idon't know if that's what you and your people called it," Katara shook her head vividly. "I couldn't read much more of it because my father told me that it was time to leave, and since then that book remained forgotten about." I explained to her, watching as her mind processed the information I had just given.

Katara's face scrunched up in disbelief. I suppose I couldn't blame her, considering that I just told her something different than what she believed for so long. "Okay, so you're saying that I somehow time traveled to a later year? HOW on god's green earth is that even possible?!"

I nodded my head, keeping my eyes on her while a serious expression remained firm on my pale features, trying my best to prove that I spoke the truth to her. "Well, it's just about as possible as you managing to be placed in another world!" I smirked while I watched as Katara stuck her lip out in a childish pout. Aww, look how cute she is right now... I couldn't do anything to keep the thought from surfacing in my mind, and when I realized that it had, my face scrunched up and reddened in embarrassment. My head snapped in the direction of the window, while I strictly scolded my mind for having these ridiculous thoughts... Again. At least Katara wasn't a mind reader, otherwise she would've smacked me or something like that.

"You're strange, Blondie." She mumbled, causing my face to redden further. Ugh, why can't I control myself anymore? I placed one hand over my heart as it's speed continued to increase, hoping she wouldn't think anything of it, and thankfully she didn't. Katara sighed softly, while placing one of her hands on her head, massaging her temple in thought or possible disbelief. "Are you speaking honestly to me? Or are you just saying these things in order for me to trust you?" The Partial Perfect questioned skeptically; her voice holding a slight undertone of that angry hiss she uses so much as she let her arms fall limp in her lap.

I shook my head no as the corners of my mouth turned upwards into a smile before I peered back at her. "What would I gain if I lied to you about this?" She remained quiet. "Exactly!" I proclaimed joyously as I pushed a few stray hairs out of my face. "Don't you remember the last time you doubted me?" I mumbled. Katara's eyes narrowed at me as her face turned red—at least I'm not the only one who blushes about things—just for reminding her of our... Uh... Outing I guess is what I'd call it.

"You better not be lying to me, Blondie, because if you are I'll torment you some more." She threatened, however, it only made my grin widen. "Where is this place you say you read about bending? Because I'd like to take a look just to make sure you're not confused about anything." Katara asked as she stood up suddenly.

"Hmmm..." I tapped my finger on my chin in thought. It's only about an hour drive from my house, and my house is about twenty-one hours from here... My eyes widened with glee as a wonderful idea formed in my head before I shot up out of my seat, and jumped in front of her. Katara took a few steps back, holding her arms up as if to deflect me from getting any closer. "I'll take you there!" I announced unable to keep the excited tone out of my voice; it'd be ideal for me and her. I'd get to have someone in the car with me to help pass the time, while she gets to visit the Library of World History and read about her past. Both of us would get what we wanted! "It's not too long of a drive from my house, so you can come with me!"

Katara's eyes had widened long ago as she stared at me baffled by my sudden outburst, but I was too excited to even notice. "Uh... How far away is your house?" She asked hesitantly as she pushed me out of her little space bubble.

"It's about a twenty-one hour drive!" I watched as one of her eyes twitched. "What?" I asked curiously. Does she think I'm going to hurt her or something... Eh, never mind that thought because I don't think she'd be the one getting hurt anytime soon... I would most likely be me.

Katara stared at me as if I had grown a second head, or something bizarre like that."In a car... With you... For nearly a whole DAY?! You've got to be kidding, right?" Was it really that big of a deal? I wondered to myself as I took several small steps away from her, with my eyes downcasted slightly. "Wha... Stop with that look, Hanabusa!" I mentally grinned, knowing that I could possibly persuade her to come along with me if I continue to use her own emotions against her. I deepened my frown, while mustering up one of the most sorrowful grimaces I could in order for my plan to work. "Okay, cut it out!" I sadly peered at her, observing her reaction to my act. Her eyes were slowly losing any amount of irritation that previously resided there, and my mental grin widened. She's gonna break any second now. "FINE! But YOU will be the one that Zero kills when he gets back and finds out that I left campus!" She warned. I felt my heart skip a beat knowing that I've successfully persuaded her into accompanying me on the long drive home. Then a thought crossed my mind, I'm taking a peculiar scented human—who doesn't seem to know about vampires—home to a household full of them. How I'll explain this to father, I still haven't figured out yet, but I suppose I have about twenty-one hours to think of something...

Author's Note: Haha, what a wonderful ending to this chapter, poor Hana, He got beaten up. :'(

Hanabusa: YOU'RE the one who made me get beaten up! You just so happen to be the author of this story.

Katara: Thank you so much! I finally got to release all of that pent up frustration on the blond idiot sitting next to me right now. Another good thing is that I'll be able to use my bending in the story from here on out!

Hanabusa: *Twitches* S-sure, just don't use it on me again... Well, unless you're healing an uncommon wound I've received.

Katara: Why can't you just let yourself heal? I mean really, all your wounds are gone within a day, so you don't need me. *Glares at Hanabusa*

Me: STOP IT! I don't want to hear the bickering right now! *Everyone in room shuts up* Good, now my dear audience, let me ask you a question: Do you want me to write Katara and Hanabusa's trip to the Aidou estate, or would you prefer that I just skip it, and write a small bit on how it went? I'm making a poll, so vote there because it would be much more organized, and easier to keep track of how many people have voted! Anyways, thank you to anyone who has followed my story thus far, and I hope you've enjoyed it as much as I've enjoyed writing it.