A/N: Hi! Day 21, Prompt 3 – Hundred. You know the drill!

"Katara, don't you think you have kept him waiting long enough?"

Hakoda was standing in the doorway to their home, staring down at his daughter. Katara was sitting, unmoving, and staring at the wall.

"He can wait a bit longer," she said. "I have to think this over."

Hakoda shrugged, and left his daughter to her thinking. He had never really understood women; he had thought that the Fire Lord had a pretty good chance until Katara declared she needed to think and sent Zuko outside. To him, it was clear-cut: Katara loved Zuko, and therefore should go back with him. Did Hakoda like the thought of sending his daughter away? No, but he knew it was essential for her happiness to be elsewhere.

Katara was still staring at the wall. She may not have been moving, but her mind was racing in a hundred directions.

There, of course, were disadvantages to the situation. Their personalities were completely opposite of each other. When she saw something one way, he saw something another. And he could be so stubborn at times! He also had a habit of either making her angry or frustrating her to the point where she wanted to rip both her hair and his hair right off.

But she had to admit that even fighting with him made her happy; it was a release for tension and just plain enjoyable. She also liked having different viewpoints, and discussions with Zuko. Unlike Aang, Zuko provided a different take on a lot of situations, and actually listened to what she said. Her opinions changed his mind on political decisions, whereas her opinion to Aang was always "nice, but not really the best way to go about it, don't you think?"

Zuko was always nice to her, listening to her, arguing with her, and, most of all, he respected her for who she was. He didn't respect her because she was a teacher to him or a mother figure. He genuinely cared about her.

And the biggest influence on her decision was the realization she had come to before she left, and the knowledge she was forced to confront when talking to her father: She wanted to be with him and talk to him and live with him and eat with him. She wanted to be there for him and help him. Ty Lee and Suki… They didn't know how she felt. They didn't know that her heart ached when she was away from him, and that it felt like her heart had been left with him when she came to the village.

She thought of the Fire Nation Palace as home. She wanted to be there.

There were a hundred reasons she could have used as an excuse to stay if she wasn't sure.

But only one reason mattered, and that was her love for Zuko. She loved him.

"Have you made a decision?" The question came again from her father.

Katara looked up at him, and nodded.

"Well?"

"It's a good thing I hadn't unpacked many of my belongings… it will make this much faster," Katara replied with a smile.

Hakoda grinned at his daughter. "That's good, because any longer and I think Zuko will be taken hostage by the girls that are currently surrounding him."

Katara looked up and eyed her father sharply. "What?" she asked as she threw her last item into her bag, and tied it up. "You didn't tell me he was being mobbed," she said, her voice dripping with venom.

"I didn't want your decision to be rushed," he replied, throwing his hands up defensively, palms facing toward her.

The waterbending master threw her bag over her shoulder, and brushed past her father, marching outside. She could see that, in the center of the village, Zuko was being surrounded by three girls. Mokita was giggling, and she could see a faint blush on Zuko's cheeks. He looked like he was trapped and wanted to run away, but couldn't figure out how to do so.

She took a deep breath, and starting walking toward the group of four. She knew it would be a bad thing to let her jealousy get the better of her; after all, Zuko had just traveled all this way to come and ask her to come back, so it obviously meant he did care. Therefore, those girls should be no threat to her whatsoever.

Mokita caught a glimpse of Katara, and waved. "Oh, Katara! I see you've come out of seclusion at last to join us!" Mokita put a hand on Zuko's arm. "We were just asking your friend here to tell us a little about the weather in the Fire Nation! It sounds absolutely beautiful, maybe we can all come visit him and go swimming in the ocean or something. I have the most adorable swimsuit from the time I visited an aunt in the River Village in the Earth Kingdom," she continued.

"I've, uh, been there before," Zuko said uncertainly, glancing back at Katara. "So… you made up your mind?"

"Made up her mind for what?" Sakari, another Northern Water Tribe girl, asked.

Mokita eyed the bag on Katara's shoulder suspiciously. "You are not going to live with him, are you? That's so not fair that someone from the Southern Tribe gets to marry a king!" She turned back to Zuko, smiling. "You know, I am related to the royal king in the Northern Water Tribe. I think you should take someone of a slightly higher rank and better ability than her. Everyone knows nobles are better benders, right, Fire Lord?" she asked coyly.

To prove her point, Mokita raised a small whip of water and doused Katara in the face. Zuko could sense Katara's anger rising, and hoped that this girl knew what she was doing.

With one swift motion, Katara had Mokita covered to the chest with ice. Neither her hands nor her arms could move; only her head could thrash around.

"You should watch your mouth around a master, amateur," Katara growled fiercely. She grabbed Zuko's arm, and started pulling him away from the group. "Come on, Zuko. Let's go home," she said.

"Shouldn't you at least free that girl?" Zuko questioned as they walked from the village to his ship.

"Let's leave that to the waterbenders in training, shall we?" Katara answered with a mischievous grin.

A/N: YAY HAPPY ENDING YAY. I can't wait to have them back in the palace; it can only get better from here, right? 'Til the morrow!