Avatar: The Last Airbender is not my creation, the people at the Nickelodeon Studios created it, but that will not stop me from making my own little episodes of excitement and romance.

The only thing I own is the plot on your screen. If you plan to take my ideas and put them into your own fanfic, claiming to be your own mind that thought them up, get a hobby. Plagiarism is wrong, don't do it!

Warning: Sexual abuse follows.

The meeting had been an absolute snore fest. Listening to Admiral Zhao talk about the importance of capturing the Avatar ("The Fire Lord's major weakness," he had stated), isn't exactly the highlight of anyone's day. Prince Zuko just wanted to get out of there. He didn't couldn't care less about the Admiral's plans. Everything was under control. The Avatar would come to try to rescue Katara, and when he did, Zuko's plan would follow.

He would return back to the Fire Nation, the Avatar in chains and the crowd chanting his name. His honor, once lost, would finally be restored. The Prince smiled to himself as he headed for the deck.

Everything would turn out exactly as planned.

The sky was uncommonly black. Not a single cloud was in sight, just the stars floated up there, shining next to the wondrous full moon. He looked at them and smiled. They seemed to mock the moon by twinkling; the moon could never shine like them.

"It's a pretty sight, huh?" a shy voice asked from behind him.

He turned around, stunned by the sudden outburst of noise. "Yes," he answered and returned his gaze to look at the sky.

She walked to his side and looked up as well. "You took a long time in there," she observed, a little worried about the topic that they had been discussing.

"Yes, I know," he sighed.

Katara frowned. She missed Aang and Sokka so much. "What were you guys talking about?" she asked.

"War nonsense," he replied and turned to face her, but her eyes stayed fixed on the sky.

"This war is idiotic," she said and dropped her gaze down to him.

"…I know."

"Why don't you stop it?" she asked with a little bit of enthusiasm.

"I can't." Frustration filled his voice.

"Why not?"

Prince Zuko sighed and looked out into the sea. "I don't have power over it. I'm just a banished Prince."

"Oh," Katara whispered. "Why were you banished?"

"It doesn't matter why. What matters is that I am," he answered, his voice going from that of sadness to resentment.

"I'm sorry."

Zuko turned, his eyes cold. "Don't be."

Unconsciously Katara grabbed his hand and held it firmly. She placed her other hand on his scar and watched him shut his eyes, silent shame washing over his face. "Whatever you did, I'm sure it was done with a good intention. In the past few days I've seen you-- the real you." She sighed. "You're a good person, Zuko, and despite what everyone thinks, I know you'll come 'round."

He opened his eyes and gently grabbed the hand that was resting on his scarred cheek, holding it beside him. Words were not needed as he stared into those cerulean orbs in front of him.

"Let's go to bed," the waterbender suggested and let go of his hands, snapping Zuko out of his trance.

The young man nodded in agreement and waited for her to take the first step toward his room. Prince Zuko followed closely behind and smiled when he took one last glance at the sky above them.

Sunlight spilled into the room, causing Katara to open her eyes. She blinked a couple of times, trying to clear her vision and smiled when she felt a warmth around her waist. She reached down with the intention of taking the blanket off herself, but made a small gasp when she realized it wasn't a blanket.

During his sleep, Zuko must've wrapped his arm around her, putting them both in a compromising position. But she had to admit that she loved being this close to him. She felt so protected, so secure. She scooted closer to his body and found the beating of his heart soothing.

Katara closed her eyes and smiled. Who would've thought that I would be here, laying down next to Prince Zuko? The enemy, she thought and frowned. When Aang and Sokka come, I'll have to leave with them. I can't stay here with you, Prince Zuko. She opened her eyes and sighed. "I hate reality," she thought aloud.

"So do I," someone behind her agreed.

Katara's eyes widened. Oh God. She felt his arm slid off of her as her cheeks began to fill up with warmth. "I didn't know you were awake," she said and sat up slowly. Giving him a soft smile, she turned away, hoping her red cheeks would return to their normal shade of tan.

"I was," he smiled back. "I have been."

"Oh?"

"I didn't expect you to move closer to me after you discovered yourself in my embrace." He sat up and smirked.

Oh God. Katara looked away once more, his gaze causing her face to redden even further. "I was cold," she explained, sighing in great relief when a loud knock interrupted their conversation.

"Come in," Zuko yelled, assuming it was his uncle.

The door opened exposing Admiral Zhao. "Good--," he began to say, stopping upon noticing that the young Prince wasn't alone, "--morning."

Katara pulled up the blanket to her chest, glancing at Zuko briefly.

"Well, what is it?" Prince Zuko asked.

"The Captain wanted to know if you wanted to stop at the next island. Your ship is in heavy need of supplies."

"How long would it take?"

"Two days," Zhao said, giving Katara a quick smirk.

"Very well."

"I'll give the Captain the order, then."

"You do that."

"I also wanted to talk to you," Zhao said, showing no signs that he was leaving any time soon.

"Go ahead."

"In private," he finished and nodded in Katara's direction.

Prince Zuko looked over at Katara, raising his brow.

"I can't," she whispered under her breath

"Why not?"

"I'm not decent," she whispered. He looked over at her attire, noticing at once why she couldn't step out of bed. The nightgown Iroh had given, though a nice piece of clothing, was not something for someone as honorable as Katara to wear in front of a fairly unknown man. Specially if the man in question had his eye on Katara.

"It's going to have to wait," Prince Zuko told Zhao nervously.

"I see," the Admiral responded, catching the glances the Prince and the girl were giving eachother.

"Come back in ten minutes," Katara said with extreme annoyance in her voice. His mere presence disgusted her.

Admiral Zhao gave her a surprised looked and smiled. "Very well," he said, stepping out of the Prince's quarters.

"That man makes me so mad!" she exclaimed and got out of bed, quickly pulling down her gown. "Why doesn't he die?" She stormed over to Zuko's dresser and grabbed a large red towel. "He is so disgusting. Did you see the way he was looking at me?"

Prince Zuko nodded, furrowing his brow.

"You have no idea how afraid I was yesterday," she shuddered. "I'm still scared."

Zuko got up from his bed and walked over to her. "He won't do anything else to you. Don't worry."

"Let's hope so."

"If he does," he said, fisting his hands, "I'll kill him."

Katara raised her brow. "And since when do you care so much about what happens to me?" she asked, her arms crossing over the red towel.

He turned around and walked towards the window. Tell her, his conscience said but he shook his head. "If something happens to you, the Avatar won't come to get you. It would be like breaking a promise."

She sighed. "Oh." Of course. Aang. She looked down at the ground. "I'm going to go and take a shower," she whispered and headed towards the door.

"Okay."

She opened the door to his room and stepped outside, glaring at the Admiral upon seeing him waiting outside. "You can go in now," she said through gritted teeth.

"Thank you," he whispered, a smile on his face as he watched Katara walked down the hall.

Zhao stepping into the room, closing the door behind him. "How did you do it?"

Prince Zuko turned around, his hands unfisting. "Excuse me?"

"What did you say to get her in bed so quickly?" Admiral Zhao asked and smirked.

"I thought we had already discussed this. She's not a whore. I don't sleep with her."

"Oh? Then what was she doing in your room?"

"Is that the whole reason you came up here to disturb me? To ask me if I slept with her or not?"

Zhao laughed. "I'm afraid not."

"Then state your business and leave," he yelled.

"We have reason to believe that the Avatar is hiding on the island that you're heading to," the Admiral informed.

"What are your reasons?" Zuko asked and placed his hands behind his back.

"We got a message, telling us that two boys are walking around with Fire Nation Guard uniforms."

"I see."

"Yes, and one of the boy's description is just like the girl's brother."

"How do you know what Katara's brother looks like?" the Prince asked, raising his eyebrow.

"I saw him once at the temple of Avatar Roku."

"We can't rely on that information, Admiral Zhao. Come back when you get more reports about the boys' sightings."

"Alright," theAdmiral agreed and walked towards the door.

"But before you leave Zhao," Prince Zuko began, eyeing the Admiral from behind. "I don't want you looking at the girl the same way you were earlier. It makes her uncomfortable and it makes me angry."

"I hate to burst your bubble, young Prince, but you don't own her. I can look at her any way I want. You can tell me what I can and can not do with her after you two are wed. Until then, I don' t think so."

"Admiral, we had an agreement."

"Yes, but that was yesterday," he retorted, opening the door. "It's a new day, Prince Zuko. A new day." And with that, he shut the door.

"…Shame on me if you fool me twice."

It was about an hour later when Katara got out of the shower where she thought about all her problems and what she had to do about them. She needed to forget about the schoolgirl crush she had on Prince Zuko, keep her distance from Admiral Zhao, and devise a plan to escape on their next stop. Yes, there were a lot of things to do, but she could do it, she was a women after all, and women can multi-task.

She dressed herself quickly and was just about to braid her hair when she realized that she had forgotten her hair tie in Prince Zuko's bedroom. After combing her long brown hair, she opened the shower room door.

"Your hair looks nice like that," Zuko said.

Katara gasped, her hand subconsciously rushing to her chest. "You've been surprising me since morning. Can you give it a break?"

He smiled. "Calm down and get out. I need to take a shower, I just finished training and I need to clean up all this sweat."

"Ugh," she said, putting the wet towel over her mouth in disgust. "Fine. Just don't touch me."

Zuko smirked. "I think we should hug."

"Ew. Get away," she laughed and ran past him.

She walked down the hallway and shook her head, taking a mental note to keep Zuko in exercise-mode as long as possible. He was much more fun to be around when he was worked up. Kinda reminds me of Aang, she laughed and opened the door to Prince Zuko's quarters. Too bad he can't be like that all the time. She closed the door and walked over to the small mirror hanging over the dresser.

As she began to braid her hair, the reflection of the unmade bed distracted her. "He could've taken one minute of his life to do the bed, but no, he has to leave it for me." She walked over to the mattress that lay on the floor and took the blanket off. Katara sighed as she extended it in the air, attempting to make it fall flat on the bed.

It was at that moment the door open and closed behind her.

"That was a fast shower," she mused aloud with her back to the person behind her.

She felt two strong hands grip her waist, pulling her closer to the body of a man. "Zuko?" she asked, her eyes wide and confused.

"Guess again."

She gasped.

"Hello," the Admiral whispered and pushed her down on the bed. "Scream all you want girl. Everyone is too busy to hear you anyway," he commented, removing his shirt and belt.

Katara panicked. Prince Zuko was taking a shower and Iroh was doing God-knows-what. "No," she whispered and backed away from him. She was trapped. He was blocking her only exit. He had the advantage of standing while she was scrunched up in a little ball on the bed. "Please."

Zhao laughed. "Please? Please, what?"

"Please don't hurt me," Katara said.

"Aww, 'please don't hurt me'," he mocked. "Save it."

Tears began to well up in her eyes as she stared around the room for any sort of help. "I'll do anything but this. Sir, please, I'm just a girl. Please."

"You're just a girl? Then what were you doing here with Prince Zuko last night?"

"What? You think I... No, I didn't! I swear it!"

"We'll find out about that," he said and got on the bed with her. "Take off your pants."

"No!" she yelled and went for his face, but his hand stopped her midair.

"Stupid girl. Stupid, stupid girl," he said, shaking his head in mock disappointment. "Take them off, or I'll do it for you."

"Get away from me," she yelled and attempted to push him away. "Go away! Leave me alone!"

"Your choice." He pushed her down, and crawled on top of her.

"Help! Anyone," she yelled and punched his chest. "Get off of me!"

He leaned forward and began to kiss her neck. "Please stop," Katara whispered. "This is wrong." But he continued, ignoring her every word. He went for her lips, ignoring her convulsing body beneath him. His strength overpowered her own. "Oh please have mercy."

He released her wrists and took a hold of the hem of her shirt. Her hands kept her shirt down as he pulled it upwards. "Stop it!" she yelled. "Let go of me!"

Zhao growled. "Enough!" he ordered and backhanded her swiftly. Her hands released her shirt, rushing to nurse her swollen cheek. In a quick step, the Admiral pulled the shirt over her head, throwing it aside. He leaned downward once more and kissed her bleeding lips as he pulled her hands from her head and placing them above her head.

"You're all mine," he whispered malignantly, staring into her shining blue eyes. He sat up and began undoing his pants.

Katara watched him, her eyes widening even more. "Oh please, no," she pleaded and began to pull herself up, but his weight held her down. "Zuko!"

"Why are wasting your breath screaming and yelling for help? No one can hear you, Katara. Why fight it?" he looked down at her pants and began to untie those. Once undone, he grabbed their sides and started to pull downward.

She squirmed, kicking and struggling with all her might to get out of his hold, but it did nothing. "Get off of me!," she insisted, slapping his arms.

"You want me to hit you again?" he yelled, raising his hand. She shook her head and closed her eyes, cowering beneath him.

Why is this happening to me? What did I do to deserve this? Mother, help me. Give me strength to fight this. Give me the knowledge to get out of this. Please.

She felt his hands slide down to her legs, forcing them to open apart. "Please," she whispered, tears running down her face.

Why fight it? his voice rang in her head. No one can hear you. No one. No one… "Why is this happening to me?" she cried to herself as he was accomodating himself between her. I can't do anything. He's stronger than me. He can kill me in one punch. I can't do anything without my element.

Katara, a soft voice began to chant. It was sweet and comforting-- the voice that once belonged to someone very dear to her. Don't give up. Do anything, but don't. Give. Up. Katara smiled, it had been a long time since she had heard her mother's voice.

"Zhoa," Katara began, her voice removing his lips from her cheek.

He looked into her eyes and frowned. "What?"

"Stop, or I'll yell again."

He laughed and returned to kissing her. His hands slid to her underwear, and once taking a firm hold of them, began to pull them off.

"Let go of me!" she began once more, newfound strength feeding her. "Guards! Zuko! Help! Help me! Zuko!"

"Shut up!" he yelled, raising his hand in another attempt to slap her.

At once the door opened and loudly slammed against the side wall, a wet and infuriated prince standing at the entrance.

"Prince Zuko," Katara breathed.

"Don't you dare touch her," the Prince warned, eyeing the strong hand that floated on top of Katara.

Admiral Zhao scoffed, removing himself from the girl. "Oh, please. What are you going to do if I hit her again?"

Prince Zuko threw a ball of fire at him, but the Admiral easily dodged it. "I said get away from her!"

"Make me," the Admiral retorted and kicked him.

"Stop it," Katara cried as she stood up from the bed. She didn't care that she was half naked and that her cheek ached from the slap the Admiral had given her, all she cared about was having her savior safe. "Please stop it!"

"'Please stop it'," Zhao teased. "Is that all you ever do? 'Please this, please that'."

Zuko ran at him and pushed him against the wall, holding his hand up high with a flame of fire ready for him. "Get off my ship," he ordered through clenched teeth. "I never want to see you again! Ever! And if you don't follow my orders I'll kill you!"

Admiral Zhao smirked. "You wouldn't, coward!"

"Oh yeah?" Zuko lowered his flaming hand at his face. The flames licked the hair on Zhao's face, the stench of burning hair filling his nostrils.

"Get off my ship. I won't tell you again."

Zhao nodded and Zuko backed off not letting down his guard. The Admiral grabbed his clothes and stormed towards the door before turning around, a triumphant smile on his face. "Katara, I think you should knwo something," he said and took one look at the banished prince.

"Don't you dare," Zuko said with gritted teeth.

"If you've been wondering why Prince Zuko gets so jealous about me being with you, it's because," he paused and glanced at Zuko's nervous expression, "he's madly in love with you. A peasant and a banished prince, the perfect couple." He turned around and walked through the door, leaving them both standing there.

Post-Warning: I hope that didn't traumatize you too much. ;D

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