Heh heh. I love this chapter. Sorry about the cliffe at the end. You'll surely kill me when you finish! (tee hee)
(a/n: i do not own teh avatar of teh airbending...but I DO own teh awesomest Avatar hat in teh friggin' UNIVERSE!!!! WHEE!!!)
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Katara took a deep, shuddering breath in and continued. "If it wasn't for you, he might've died..." She looked up at him again with her bright blue eyes. "Thank you." She smiled.
Iroh laid back. "Not at all Miss Katara. It was my pleasure." Zuko let out a small groan from his tree branch and Katara turned to face him, a glare in her eyes. "Is he always like that?" she asked, not taking her eyes off him.
"Only on his good days." Iroh laughed playfully and after awhile, Katara graced him with her own laughs of joy and merriment. But it was all stopped when a sliver knife shot past her, too close for comfort, and stuck itself to the target Zuko had carved in the tree; a bull's eye.
Katara gasped and turned around, but was greeted by a sharp slap to the face. "You do not know what humor is." The prince growled through his teeth, arms still raised menacingly. Katara jerked her eyes up to meet his, her hands caressing the cheek that was now violent red.
"Do not bother me now," Katara mentioned in a low, threatening tone. "Or I will hurt you."
Zuko smirked. "I'd like to see you try!"
Katara jumped up and turned to face him, a scowl plastered across her lips. "Do you want to fight?!" The look in Zuko's eyes answered her question, and he kicked a blast of fire in her direction.
"ZUKO! Stop this now!" Iroh shouted, pulling him back, but not in time to stop the blow that he'd delivered.
Katara's shrill screech echoed over the tallest trees in the forest.
O...M...G...! What is to become of our lovely Katara?! Will Zuko be able to live with what he's done?! WILL AANG EVER WAKE UP?!?!?!
You will find out...
...tomorrow! BWAH HAH HAAAAHHH!!!
In the meantime, reply! I love all of the replies! They make me happy! (smile)
