Disclaimer: I do not own Avatar. I own an azure blue necklace – no wait- I haven't received that yet. Nope I own zilch in other words I DON'T AND NEVER WILL OWN AVATAR ( or Zuko ) people!
Okay I swore to myself I wouldn't make this into a story but unfortunately another chapter idea has come to mind…so I shall write ( type ) it!
Chapter 2 of The Waltz"Hey Katara what is up with you?" Sokka asked.
He watched his sister pace around her small inn room , she'd arrived late because of some ball she went to and she had to ask around to see were they had disappeared to.
"Nothing, I am just a little uneasy this town is strange." Katara said, not meeting Sokka's eyes.
She knew he would see the lie in her there. She actually was thinking about Zuko.
'I can't believe I kissed him! Why did I do that? What is it about him?' Katara thought.
'Maybe its those gold eyes? Were did those gorgeous gold eyes come from? His father? Or his mother? Or maybe his grandfather? Traits had been known to skip generations.'
'Or maybe its his dancing? Maybe.'
'Or….is it just that you can't have him Katara?' she asked herself these questions.
She sighed disappointed out loud. Thankfully Sokka had returned to his room next door.
'I need to see Zuko…right now. I need to talk to him.' Katara thought.
Katara slipped on her shoes and went down to the lobby of the inn.
"Excuse me, ma'm?" Katara said to the lady in charge.
"Yes, Miss?" she asked with a smile.
"Would you happen to know if a young man about sixteen with a scar checked in?" Katara asked.
The girl, who looked to be younger than herself giggled, " Looking for your boyfriend?"
"Uh," Katara blushed, "Yes, I am, now did this boy check in?"
"Yes, room 137." The girl smiled.
"Thank you." Katara ran off.
She needed to talk to him. Room 137 was a on the floor above Katara's room.
She tapped the door. She heard covers being thrown off a bed.
"Who is it?" Zuko asked through the door.
"Katara please open the door I need to talk to you." She said.
She heard latches being undone and the door opened. Revealing a sleepy and shirtless Zuko.
"What did you want to talk about?"
Yes the dreaded cliffy! I am suddenly putting cliffys in all my stories! Lol. Okay tell meh what you thought. This chapter was written while listening to the wonderful music of Boa Kwon.
Sayanora, Itsumo much: Rei Akiko