Reunited
AN: All righty! The winners for being the first reviewers of my last chapter are… (Drum roll)…Monito and shojobutterfly! And they reviewed at EXACTLY the same time—funny, huh? So they both win recognition!
And sorry for any grammatical errors in the last chapter!
And here is the chapter! (I understand perfectly that many of you are at school, but I have Christmas break right now until January 3rd! Wahoo! Hehe! You have to go to school! Jk!) And oh-em-gee! Who thinks that like EVERYONE gets sick during Christmas? Grr! I hate that part of Christmas—but I love everything else! Anyway, I'll shut up and here's the chapter:D Warning: Zutara to the max!
Zuko glanced at Zhao's dead body, wondering if he truly was a bad person to have murdered two people in less than a day.
He shook his head, and then ran onto Zhao's ship to where he suspected the prison hold should be. Sure enough, he found it in the same place that his ship held one, and he pushed the door open.
At the last cell, Zuko found Katara—unconscious and sickly. She had a shiny burn on her arm and her usually beautiful hair was ragged and dirty, falling past her waist in tangles.
"Katara!" Zuko said, frightened. He pulled apart the metal bars with his strong hands, melting them with fire. He walked in, kneeling beside Katara and scooping her up her weak form.
Cradling her tenderly in his arms, Zuko leapt lightly up and out, back to the castle, while ignoring the many guards and his uncle that tried to stop him.
He carried her all the way to the palace, inside, and to the hospital wing.
He then instructed the nurse to care for her, and he took them to the room that Katara would stay in.
He headed back down to the Avatar's room, and walked in.
He practically jumped back in surprised as he walked in to find the kid spinning around on a ball of—air just as he had the first time they had fought in the South Pole.
"Err…We'll continue lessons tomorrow…everything went fine. And my Uncle will bring you your meal shortly. Or a guard, I don't really give a damn." Zuko said, still stunned.
Aang skidded to a halt and jumped off his air scooter—thing, and bowed respectfully.
Zuko raised his eyebrow, but bowed back.
The next morning:
Katara dimly awoke, opening her eyes, and taking in her surroundings.
Yes! For once I'm not locked up in a cell! She thought to herself as she admired everything about her room, from the dazzling gold and shining blue walls, to her plain red quilt on the bed she laid comfortably in. On the metal bedside table was a glass of pure water, atop a coaster with the Fire Nation insignia on it, next to a soft candle that glowed and shed it's light to the otherwise dark room. On the other side of the room, there was a two person table, and a small bureau. The small room welcomed her, and she realized—with glee for once—that she was back with Zuko.
She jumped up, wanting to go find and see him, but instantly felt woozy and collapsed back onto the bed. Again, she felt the pain in her arm, and she looked down at it. Covered in a white bandage below the red and black robe that fit onto her slender form was the burn, and though she couldn't see it, she could feel it.
She rubbed her head, and then got up slowly, remaining on her feet this time. She walked over to the nearby door, opening it to reveal a bathroom.
She sighed, relieved, and went over to the sink, where she found a cool source of water.
Pulling up the sleeve of her robe, Katara carefully peeled the bandage up, clenching her teeth together in the quick pain that happens when you do such a thing as ripping off a band aid.
She released the breath she had been holding and then waterbended some water out of the faucet, letting it cover her hand and glisten.
She then brought it to her arm, and breathed in and out, yada yada yada…it was instantly healed.
She smiled and went back over to her comfortable bed in her cozy room, and waited for Zuko to return.
During all this, Zuko had just awakened. He pulled a black robe over his head, combed his hair, and put it into his usual high ponytail.
As he walked out of his chamber, across the hallway, his uncle did the same.
Iroh had on a black robe also, pulled tightly across his vast stomach.
They joined and walked to the main hall, and out to the courtyard, where the old Fire Lord's funeral was to take place.
Many people were already gathered, in respect, but not mourning.
Zuko had always been bored at funerals, and this was no exception. The pope came up to the platform, gave his usual eulogy, Uncle Iroh went up, Zuko himself had to go up and say a few words, and even some average guards and servants came up to speak.
AT long, LONG last, it was over, and Ozai's body inside the casket went from ashes to ashes, as he burned in his own flames, (Yes I know! Ouch!) And Zuko was allowed to be alone again.
Zuko rushed to the kitchens, and told the cook to prepare the best meal he could manage (yes, the cook is a guy), and come get it when he was done.
The cook bowed as Zuko looked his way, but as he walked out, his head held high, the cook shook his head, not believing he had ever met someone more self—absorbed and spoiled. (OMG! Colleen! We have some new words for him! Lol!)
Zuko rolled his eyes himself—It's not for me!—and went back to his room to wait and prepare for the event that this has all been leading up to.
Katara was joyful at the moment. And she was so excited about her last meal. I mean—it was DELICIOUS! It was tasty, filling, yummy, it was beyond explanation, it was—fish.
But she was satiated and fine, and she stood up from the table and went to go get ready for the day, surprised at why she hadn't gotten completely dressed and cleaned up earlier.
She finished pulling the comb through her long, silky, brown hair, and she pulled out more water from the faucet, scrubbing her unblemished face with it.
She walked back out of the bathroom and over to the bureau. Opening several drawers, she found white leggings, black leggings, blue leggings, gold leggings, and red leggings, all sorts of undergarments, her regular outfit, long — sleeved red, black, gold, white, blue, and even green robes and dresses, and many other lovely clothes.
She decided upon wearing some black leggings to go under a perfectly—fitting red robe with gold trimmings on the sleeves, neck, and hem.
She smiled at her form in the mirror, and sat down again, thinking that Zuko would probably get annoyed or scared if she wasn't where he thought she was.
Just a few minutes past, and then Zuko came in—carrying a delicious looking lunch!
"Hello Katara. I'm glad that you're well!" and he lifted the cover of the silver platter.
Great! Fish! And rice! And tea! I must be of royalty! Katara joked inside, taking it thankfully from him and began to eat hungrily.
Zuko just sat across the table from her, staring at her.
Katara stared back, just looking at his handsome, awesome, sexy, cool, hot, overall perfect form. She hadn't seen him ion a while, and since then, all off his lovely brown hair had grown back, covering his awesome head and to the tip of his forehead in the sweetest way.
Zuko took a deep breath, and stood up. Katara wasn't that hungry, and had already eaten a bit of this food and breakfast, so she also stood up. She could tell that something awesome was about to happen, though what she could not decipher.
He stepped out from behind the table, took her hand softly, and faced her looking her straight in the eye. Then he kneeled down on one knee, saying, "Katara. You brought joy to my world when there was none. You helped me determine the right thing to do. You are calm, sweet, loving, beautiful, and I love you. And with that, will you, Katara, be with me in ruling the Fire Nation, and be my wife?" and he held up a golden ring.
"Oh, Zuko!" Katara said, overjoyed, "Yes—yes! I will!"
Zuko stood back up, slipped the ring onto her finger, and said, "Great!" and the pulled into a strong kiss.
It was a wonderful experience, with lips on lips and body on body.
And at that moment, they felt that nothing was wrong, and they could just live happily ever after.
AN: No! No! That's not the end, and we do wish they could live happily ever after, but they have still many things to come! I hope you enjoyed it and thought it was mushy, sweet, sexy, and all that good stuff. Aww…I'm mad at Katara now. I want to kiss Zuko! Yay! I can't wait for the next chapter to come out! Only eight pages to type! Okay then, I'd better get started! Read and reply!