AN: Ok here is chapter 10 part II also there is some music for this chapter...and I know it might not seem like the right genre but its good. Go to youtube and find the song called "A Gift of Thistle" and its a duration of 1:38. I hope you enjoy the chapter and song. Also there will be a ---PLAY SONG--- for when to play the song lol.

ALSO I FORGOT!!! Go and check out Artistik82393's story called "A Journey to The Stars" as well as "The Iris and The Lily" by Axelkairi. Ok now I'm done lol.

This isn't another chapter for those of you who have already 10 part II, this is actually an update in my AN...because I forgot lol. But if you have not yet read this chapter then please...read on! Ok bye guys!

Sokka sat near the river's edge, thinking of Katara and of course, Yue. How had this happened? How could he have not been there to protect them? His eyes traveled up to the moon, it's vibrant glow illuminating the night sky, he sighed. There were so many things he never got to tell her, so many things they never shared and now it was too late, he would never see her again…well at least for a long time that is.

A small pebble was being smashed between his forefinger and thumb. He felt every dent, every curve and the course surface. His eyes left the moon's face to where they rested back on the water. With a simple slinging motion, the pebble flew from his hand, skidding across the water's surface, hoping several feet before plummeting into the water's murky depths. His eyes began to sting by the unshed tears. Finally he could no longer hold them. Silently his shame and pain trickled down his face, soaking into the earth at his feet.

From a distance a young woman stood, protected by the darkness of the forest that she was not seen as she gazed lovingly at the young man beyond the riverbed. He was so close, yet so far away.

"You know that you two can never be," a husky voice called to her, she turned quickly to see Tui standing behind her, in the same form she had met him in.

Turning slightly, her hand resting on the tree that shielded half of her body, she sighed, "I know, I just wish," she paused as Tui came next to her, his eyes focusing on the young man who was skipping pebbles, "I just wish I had one last night with him, to tell him the truth," she whispered, "I do not want him to be alone in this world and if there was any way that I could make him see that I want him to move on," again she paused, "I would."

Though she knew it was the right thing to do, to let him go, she found that it was harder done than said, but she knew that it would pain her even more to know that he would never let her go as she had done, with much pain and sorrow, she had let him go.

"It is not wise to meddle in the affairs of mortals," Tui stated firmly, remembering how he had said the same to La and look at what happened when she refused to listen, "sometimes it is best to let them work out their own matters and allow fate to take its course."

Yue nodded, silent tears streaking down her face, "Very well," she whispered, turning away from the once love of her life.

Tui watched as she walked away, but turned back to watch the young man once more. Closing his eyes he sighed as he pinched the bridge of his nose, it would be unfair to both his new companion and her former lover if they were not given one last time to be with one another. His eyes then roamed to the skies, locating the moon and generalizing how much of the night she had left. He hoped he would not regret this.

Turning quickly on his heel he walked after Yue, placing a gentle yet firm hand on her shoulder, stopping her in her place, "But that does not mean he does not deserve the right to know," he whispered, "you have only a few hours before the sun rises," he continued, "meet me back at the river's mouth before sunrise," he finished, watching as she turned to see the young man sitting on the massive bolder, still flinging pebbles. She smiled.

"Thank you Tui," she flung herself around him, he was taken back, his arms still spread out but soon a smile crossed his lips as he let them glide gently round her, hugging her back with comfort.

Pulling away she cupped his face in her hands, "After tonight I shall be yours, my mind, my heart and my soul," her lips grazed over his, connecting for only a few mere moments, sending surges of electricity through each of them, "I promise," she finished, her forehead resting against his, staring into his eyes.

"Go," he said with a different tone, soft and sweet, "I shall wait for you at the river's mouth," she nodded and with that walked towards the river where she would confront her past for the first time and the last.

Stepping forth from the shadows of the archway entrance, Zuko kept his gaze on Katara, "How are feeling?" he asked, he didn't know what else to say to her at the moment. He watched as she looked down at something in her hands then back up at him with a small smile on her face. Spirits how happy he was to see her brilliant smile!

"Much better," she began softly, she too making her way towards him, "thank you."

Now they stood face to face, mere inches separating their bodies, each could feel one another's paced breathing, could smell the intoxicating scents and yet here they stood as if nothing fazed them in the least.

Zuko wanted to speak, but his throat ran dry, his mind went blank so the only thing he could do was to stare at her, into her eyes and read everything they held.

She could feel his gaze, she could sense him trying to speak but knew that it was in fact her turn to talk once more, "Zuko, I mean Prince Zuko," she began, something in his eyes shot her a painful look, but she continued anyway, "I am sorry for being so…distant from you these past few days. It's just that, well, it's been hard moving on and I know that my outwardly distain towards spending time with you was cruel and you did not deserve that. I am sorry."

He simply shook his head, "I understand, so much had happened that it was wrong for me to think that you were well enough to spend time with me, when all you needed was space," he finished.

She bowed her head to him, "Thank you Prince Zuko, I am glad you found it in yourself to forgive me," she whispered softly, keeping her gaze off him.

Why was she calling him by his title? Had he not told her that when they were alone that she could just call him Zuko? Hadn't he made it clear to her that he felt some sort of affection towards her? So why is it that she continued to drive a stake through his heart by sticking to formalities as if she no longer cared?

As he questioned these things he watched as she walked around him, bidding him goodnight but something inside of him screamed. He could not take her rejection, even though it was the first time he did not wish to bear it.

Turning around his hand grazed her shoulder, turning her back towards him, then pulled her into him with a swift positioning of his hand round her waist and without hesitation moved in, their lips making contact for the first time.

Coming upon the clearing, she saw him, she could feel him, but could she touch him? Walking out into the pale moon light, her flesh, ghostly like the rays of the moon now turned to the darkened flesh she once remembered, her body becoming whole once more, she becoming mortal again. Her feet padded over to the river, walking gracefully atop the surface, little ripples forming from her feet she called to him.

"Sokka," she whispered, the wind carrying his name to his ears, "Sokka," she repeated, and it was then that he tore his gaze from the pebbles in his hands and up to the source that whispered his name beautifully.

Eyes widened in disbeliefe, "Yue?" he rose slowly, before closing his eyes tightly and turning away from her, "She's gone Sokka, Yue is gone," he said through clenched teeth, cursing himself for bringing an image of her to his mind.

Yue felt her heart ache as she watched him turn from her, seeing how he had thought of her as only a vision, a trick of the light or perhaps a mere illusion. Taking a deep breath she continued forward until she was behind him, her breath grazing his neck.

"Sokka," she whispered again, this time he turned slightly, her hand catching his chin as he tried to tear away, "If I were not here, how could I show you my affection," she moved in, his eyes growing wider at the second until her cool inticing lips made contact with his.

How could this be? She had died, he heard it and now here she was, wrapped in his arms kissing him with a passion that he would never soon forget.

Breaking away their foreheads rested against one another's, "How can this be?" he questioned, his eyes searching hers for answers but she did not respond to it, instead she pulled him into another kiss before laying him down beneath her for her one last night of mortal pleasure.

"Do not question this moment Sokka, please," she whispered, "allow it to become what it must and before sunrise I will tell you all that you must know," she begged, he nodded only wishing to keep them together like this forever.

Standing there, she was completely shocked by this abrupt action the prince had taken, but for some reason she was not entirely disappointed. For so long she had wondered for so long what his lips had felt like against hers, how they would taste and feel and for the first time since those thoughts she could now tell. His lips were soft and gentle, they tasted cinnamon and yet had a somewhat smoky effect to them, but they felt like paradise against her lips as if they belonged there.

Without much hesitation after he had kissed her, Katara snaked her arms around his neck, pulling him into her, allowing each of them to feel their companions body's pressed against the other, deepening the kiss in the process.

Before Katara would have tried to stop this, much like she had done with Ozai but for the life of her, she could not help but want more.

Zuko had never felt so much passion, so much pleasure in one kiss that this drove him to the point of insanity. Compared to Mai who was like a lump of coal, Katara was the rare panda lily, beautiful and filled with such passionate intoxins that he could not help but seek more, beg for more.

As they pulled away from one another's face both wore small sheepish grins, their cheeks tinted lightly with pink but that did not matter anymore.

Zuko took hold of Katara's hand, leading her away from the garden towards his rooms. At first he thought that she would fight the idea, fight the thought of being with him for the night even though he did not plan on having any form of sensual pleasures this night. Instead he just wanted to hold her close to him, comfort her in any way he could and just lay there in her presence, allowing her to fill his senses.

Once they reached his room he closed the door softly behind Katara, watching as she gazed round his room. Slowly he approached her, his hands finding her outer robe opening, taking it off in a gentle motion. She turned facing him, her eyes beheld worry and fear, but he knew and she knew that there was nothing to fear nor worry while she was here with him.

Approaching her he kissed her once more before guiding her chin upward so that he could see her beautiful face, her hands pressed against his chest, not as means of pushing him away, and whispered, "Stay with me tonight?"

She smiled, nodding her head as her reply.

Shedding his shirt, Zuko walked Katara over to the massive bed, allowing her to lay herself down at his side, staring at him as he too laid down facing her.

Her hand ran along his face, outlining his jaw line down his neck to his collarbone before she stopped, resting her hand over his heart.

"Our hearts beat the same," she whispered, pacing his heart with hers.

Smiling he reached over, guiding few strands of hair away from her face before she took his hand and placed it over her heart. It was beating just as rapidly as his, if not faster after his hand made contact with her flesh, "Do you see what you have done to me," she whispered softly. Zuko smirked.

"No Katara," he reassured her, "do you see what you have done to me," they embraced one another once more, their lips grazing one another's in a swift and easy motion.

---PLAY SONG---

The moon was slowly disappearing, its rays fading slowly and Yue knew that it was time. They laid there, limbs entwined, covered by her cloak, under the moonlight. Her hair trickled over his chest as her head rested firmly in the bend of his shoulder, her hand dancing across his bare torso. She sighed as she lifted her head up to see his peaceful face, a saddened smiled slowly began to form. This was her last memory and it would be her fondest.

With that she rose, gathering her clothes before she made her way over to Sokka's sleeping form, leaving the cloak draped over him.

She knelt down kissing him one last time, "Goodbye Sokka, I will always be with you," she mumbled, before walking back across the river, disappearing into the forest.

The sun was slowly rising, its warm rays pooling into Zuko's bedchamber. His eyes opened tauntingly as they were met with a beautiful sight. Last night had not been a dream, for here she lay as proof, absolute beautiful truth and he was thankful. He had never felt this way before and knew that Katara was the first and last to stir this sort of feeling within him.

He leaned forward, his lips making contact to her exposed shoulder before muttering, "Good morning Katara," she stirred, turning over, their eyes locking into a peaceful gaze.

Her hand cupped his cheek before kissing him tenderly, "Good morning Zuko," if only all mornings could be this way.

AN: I hope you enjoyed the chapter and song. Let me know what you think.