Katara looked very angry. Much angrier than he'd seen her in a long time. She stood in front of him, arms crossed over her chest as she glared at his masked face.
"I know who you are," She said.
Behind his mask, the Blue Spirit raised an eyebrow, amused. How could she have possibly figured out who he was? The only people to ever discover his identity were his uncle and the Avat-
Amusement vanished from his face.
"Aang told me," Katara said, confirming what he'd just learned. "So you don't need to wear that stupid mask anymore."
Last week, she had liked his mask. She said it made him mysterious.
Sighing, he took off his disguise, revealing his face to her.
Katara gave him a look of disgust before turning to walk away, apparently feeling she'd seen enough. But before she could take a single step, Zuko had grabbed her arm.
"When has the Blue Spirit ever hurt you?" He asked, referring to his alter ego.
"When he lied about who he was!" Katara said, trying to pull free from his grasp.
"Besides that! When has he done anything to hurt you?"
"When have you ever done something not to hurt me?" She finally pulled her arm away and stood, glaring hatefully.
"That was different! I was different!" Zuko cried. "But I've changed now!"
"Do you honestly expect me to trust you after everything you've done?"
"No, that's why I became the Blue Spirit! I wanted to help you."
"Believe me, you've helped plenty already," Katara said, turning to leave again.
"Katara-"
"No," She cut him off, continuing to walk away. "Zuko, just… Just leave me alone!"
Zuko didn't follow her. He simply watched her storm away, her final words ringing in his ears.
Author's Notes: Aaaangst!
Uh, yeah, I think I was a little over-dramatic with this one. The idea came to me when I was still half asleep, so sorry if it's not very well thought out.
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