Chapter 7:

Unhappy Campers

Katara stayed in her room for the rest of the day, she hadn't felt like dealing with Prince Zuko again. She thought back on their encounter and smirked when she realized that she had attacked Zuko and was still alive. How many people could brag about that? It was huge victory in her book even if she had only managed to make him stumble a little. It only proved to show that even he wasn't invincible.

She looked around the room. Her gaze fell upon the small window located just above her bed. She smiled with delight at the thought that that could very well be her ticket out, but upon further inspection she knew that she would never be able to fit through the small excuse for a window. She sat on the edge of the bed and bowed her head in sadness. How much longer would she have to be here?

She heard the door open but didn't bother to look up knowing it could only be Zuko, seeing as he was the only one with the keys.

"Well, have you finally decided to be a nice little prisoner?" He took a few steps and came to a stop inches in front of her. Without warning, she felt herself being pulled up by a firm grip on her arm. She looked into Zuko's eyes with disgust.

"Shut up you worthless excuse for a prince," she spat out turning her face away from his. Zuko grabbed her chin roughly and forced her to look at him. "What would you know?"

"You have no honor! What kind of a prince takes a girl in order to lure someone else into a trap! Are you that obsessed!" She struggled in his grasp but that only served in making it tighter and more painful.

"I'm not obsessed; I'm just desperate." He threw her on the bed making her shout in surprise. "Desperate? Desperate for what? You're a prince! Your nation is taking over the world! What could you possibly be desperate about!" Her voice was slowly rising and could be heard on deck.

He stared at her for a few seconds as it contemplating her question. However, when it looked like he was going to answer, he didn't. He merely shook his head, making Katara even more furious. She looked him in the eye, or thought she was before she realized that he wasn't looking at her. Turning her head, she saw that he was looking through the window.

"You weren't by any chance planning to escape, were you?" He asked, any emotions he was feeling inside void from his voice. Katara sat up on the bed and crossed her arms over her chest, "Maybe I was. But then I figured that was a bad idea since you'd probably recapture and bar-b-q me." She was surprised when Zuko laughed. In her mind, that wasn't funny because he was very capable of doing that, "That's not funny!"

"Apparently you tried to make me bar-b-q you earlier when you attacked me."

"I was just trying to get your attention at that time."

"Get my attention? You had my attention! There was no one else in the room to gain my attention anyway!"

She opened her mouth to defend herself but nothing came out. She had no defense against his words since they weren't exactly a lie. She made a soft "hmph" sound and glared determinedly at him. She would not show she was cowardly. She was doing a good job at it, until her stomach decided to growl. She placed her arms around herself, blushing. Zuko looked her at her in amusement.

"I'll bring you something to eat later."

"Can I go outside?" She asked with a small beam on hope in her heart.

"No."

"Why not!"

"I don't trust you."

"I don't trust you either but I still eat the food you give me! For all I know it could have poison in it."

Zuko looked at her and smirked, "You just keeping making ideas on how to get rid of you pop into my head. First, bar-b-q you. Now, poison you. What next, just stab you and get it over with?"

She moved further up on the bed at his comment, she didn't want to make it that easy for him if he did pull out a knife, "Actually, that wouldn't be a bad idea if it gets me out of your reach."

"Tough luck, I'm not doing it."

"Why not? You suggested it in the first place! And its not like you've never killed anyone before!."

He turned away from her and walked toward the door. Katara felt like she would explode. How dare he turn his back on her? But when he was half way out the door he turned to look at her, "I want an apology."

"An apology? For what?"

"For attacking me earlier without any reason to."

She tried to look as innocent as possible even though inside she was laughing like a maniac. It took all the strength she had to hold back the smile that was threatening to appear on her face, "I don't know what you're talking about."

"You know. Apologize or you get no food."

"What!"

"You're a girl full with pride, I know that. You won't apologize, and you'll get nothing to eat either." He was so sure of himself. He looked at her smugly and was about to leave when he heard her, "I'm sorry," she said softly.

He turned to her in surprise, "What was that?"

"I'm sorry," she said loud enough for him to hear her. He was shocked, and that was the least of it. Katara was full of pride, but she figured her pride would have to wait for now because she was starving. And she wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of knowing something about her either. She saw as he left her room without another word. He hadn't said anything about the food but she knew he would bring some. If he didn't, he could be sure that she would have fun using her waterbending on him.

Here's chapter 7 for all you reviewers. Did ya'll see that new Avatar episode? Wasn't it awesome! And I'm still laughing at today's episode (the one with the Air Temple). Anyway, do me a favor and review. I'll have chapter 8 up soon.