Ok, I was just re-reading my drabbles and couldn't help but realize I haven't done much angst stuff in a while…so-o-o…here's a little taste on an actual story I plan on writing. Now…I'm having trouble with a name so whoever out there sees the whole plot behind this mini part please let me know what names pop up in your lovely minds! And that's me being a kiss-ass. Heh. oh yea...this bit is not for the easily aroused. You have been warned.
So I present to you all drabble thirteen…sort of…
Disclaimer: Ix-nay on the nage-ownay…whatever the hell that means…I'll make it simple I dun OWN! XD
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They stared at each other in shock.
"What the hell are you doing here?" They wanted to say but time seemed fitting on sticking their breaths to their throats.
They had already entered the palace, and she was searching for any signs of Aang and Sokka, worry and fear pulsing in her veins that she wouldn't be there when he fought the fire lord. Katara was really in no mood to deal with someone like him, especially after she had almost been gutted with some random dart.
Zuko had been chasing after his sister, whom he'd practically beat in a fight if not for the acrobat, Ty Lee, and the dark Mai. They had run off long ago and it took a while for Zuko to regain the feeling in his arms and legs enough for him to give chase.
He had made a turn on one of the corridors when he bumped into a force of equal speed, he was sent flying backwards and landed roughly on his back. He let out a surprised yelp and heard a tiny cry of pain and equal surprise. The hit made him see blotches and spots, and he had to shake his head to blur it out. What he saw when he looked up almost made his jaw drop.
Katara had begun to run after she started to hear rumbles and feel small quakes in the near distance, she knew those quakes to be that of Aang's and she figured he must've caught up to the Fire Lord already. Not wanting to be left behind in all the action and not be there if he got hurt she sped up. Right when she was going to make a turn, she crashed into something firm and warm that threw her back several feet, she cried out when she bit her tongue.
The pain made her eyes shut close and trying to will it away she curled and uncurled her injured tongue. She soon tasted something foul and realized it was probably blood.
She opened her eyes with a grimace, but widened them when she saw what lay on its back not too far from her.
And this is where it brings us now, where they stay looking at each other in shock for the space of two minutes.
Finally the pain in her mouth faded and the ache on his back subsided enough for them to break out of their shock. Their brows furrowed and their eyes narrowed into sharp glares. Finally Katara spoke while beginning to stand, not willing to spend any more time lying there looking like a fool. "What are you doing here," Zuko felt a muscle in his jaw twitch, "hoping to help your father out?" She spat, unlike herself.
He glared at her hard enough to make her feel a pang of intimidation but it left when she reminded herself of her status. "My father needs no help nor will he ever receive it." He growled, picking himself up faster than her.
"And what about you," He asked with a hint of distaste. "Running away again?" She flared at the comment and inched a hand to her water pouch, he grasped the handle of his swords. "For your information," she hissed her voice showing a more flavor of venom than the mere taste she allowed him. "I am looking for Aang, hoping to help him where you didn't."
He stared with new found hatred and spite, she returned the hard gaze with her own fire and they clashed with their will.
"Surprising," He spoke calmly, his tensed muscles spoke otherwise…not like Katara was looking or anything. "You said the exact same thing right before you ran away with that pretty boy." Something like shock and realization struck her as her eyes widened; she glared at him before squeezing the lid of the pouch somehow not able to bring her to open it.
"Jealous?" She asked with a trembling voice trying to sound cocky but pain was making her eyes fog with tears.
His eyes narrowed and he clenched his teeth visibly, "Why would I be, the crazed lunatic is meant for you, Katara. I always did think crazy and weak did go together."
The temperature dropped several degrees to the point where their breaths became visible in hard and wide puffs. Her eyes hardened with pain and malice at the fire prince before her.
"Why didn't you stop me if I'm so weak?" She muttered at him with spiteful words, a blast of warmth struck her in the face and she witnessed his aura burn around him, it was almost fire-like. His eyes were icy and steely meant to freeze her as much as burn her, Katara had never seen so much pain reflected at her in her life.
"Betrayal is something I'm used to," He said stepping forward, the thought of chasing after his sister originally had been wiped fresh from his mind. "Expecting it from you isn't any different." Katara bared her teeth, trying with all her strength not to let those wretched tears fall. All the thoughts of reaching Aang to help had been replaced with the thoughts on beating Zuko, on besting him in his own game.
"What you did to Aang was betrayal-" She began when he cut her off with a snarl, "What you did to ALL of us was betrayal!" She finally managed to snap the lid off and suck out the water with a jerk of the wrist. "Don't you dare speak of him as though you were with him from the beginning!" She cried, throwing a blast of water at him, it evaporated on touch. "I wasn't the one bent on killing him when I met him!" She continued throwing several blasts before going with ice shards; Zuko ducked many of them and rushed her with unexpected speed.
He grabbed her right wrist, twisted it and pushed her against the wall. She growled when he pressed his body on hers, their lips only a centimeter away. "It's that very fact that you left him broken and thrown." He whispered at her, she lifted her left hand and slapped him.
He looked back at her and glared, "What do you know about being broken down?" She hissed at him with the same malice, panting and sweating on the heat he was currently throwing off at her.
"I hated each and every moment I was with Jet, and it comes to show you know nothing," She murmured with disdain, Zuko's breathing began to quicken, "he threatened to have you killed…that's why I left, so don't you dare assume-" He slammed his lips on her own, cutting her off and making her gasp inwardly, he didn't hesitate using this as a sign of entrance, making the kiss violent and fast.
She wrapped her left arm around his neck, kissing back with as much zeal and violence. The two kept it up, each trying to dominate the others mouth breathing hard through their noses.
Zuko noticed the taste of blood in her mouth but didn't allow it to stop him as their tongues wrestled. He finally let go of her right arm and began to roam her back while the other pressed her waist tight against his. Katara used her right hand to further deepen the kiss, and she moaned when his right hand trailed from her waist to her hip and to her thigh.
They slowed down and eventually pulled away after their noses couldn't offer enough oxygen, they looked at the other with eyes narrowed. "This doesn't change anything." Katara said when her breath evened out.
"Shut up." He growled before inhaling and slammed his mouth over hers once more.
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Eh…I feel like I let in too much info…but that's only ONE of the many kisses they'll share, and I assure you the first will leave you craving for more like these. (smirk) well review and let me know what you think.
This wasn't for the easily aroused so for those of you that are suddenly in that position…sorry. Well let me know…hated it? Loved it? Think it's not a good idea? Did I expose too much? It's all in a review.
Later
Mido-Aoi
P.S
Once again thanks to F22 Raptor, Kayko15, and Quill and Saber (your information concerning drabbles really helped. :) thanks again) you guys really bring out the best in me as well and TeenAnimeOtaku, and many I can't remember right now! You guys are awesome!
