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They made it to Kyoshi Island in record time. Greeted by cheers, Katara was treated like royalty, along with Sokka and Aang. Zuko was temporarily ignored until Suki announced his part in the Avatar's escape.
"Now, we will sleep peacefully from now on- that the young Avatar Aang is released! Now, to celebrate two years worth of birthdays!" The village leader yelled jovially over the clamor. The village citizens roared, toasting to Katara, Sokka, Aang, and Zuko who sat on the terrace.
Young men goaded Katara and Sokka into dancing; Sokka by teasing him of not being able to dance, and Katara by flattering her. Zuko watched her dance fluidly in the firelight, the flame's shadows dancing over her body as it mover sinuously to the beat of the music. Her head flung back in laughter, she never noticed him staring at her for the longest time.
"You love her, don't you?" Suki asked, standing silently next to him.
"Love is an exaggerated word." Zuko said shortly, startling a laugh out of her. He glanced up and met her emerald eyes.
"Some digress that it's an under-exaggerated word." She demurred. Getting slightly uncomfortable by her presence, he shifted and then rose.
"If you'll excuse me, I'm weary and need sleep." He said bluntly, not waiting for an answer, he left to his quarters.
Suki watched him leave thoughtfully. When Sokka bounded up to her and led her by the hand to dance, she kept on glancing back at his retreating silhouette.
Aang studied Katara from the side lines, attempting to talk to her when Koko yanked him into a dance.
Catching glances of her, he was awed. Her radiant face was brightened further with an impossibly wide grin. Her gleaming sapphire eyes were dancing with fun as she twirled around, her mahogany silk hair fanning out around her honed, slender body. Her form was swathed in traditional Kyoshi warrior attire for parties.
Silk green clothes draped gracefully around her curved figure, ending at the knees. The neck line drooped in layers, tempting the eyes. The dress cinched at the waist, outlining the hips and curve of her sides. Calf-high soft calf-skin boots clad her feet, padding softly in the dirt as golden leaves embroidered in them flashed in the light.
She caught his eye and flashed him a smile, melting his insides. His legs became wobbly and he toppled over. Koko huffed indignantly and waited impatiently for her dance partner to steady himself.
"Suki, are you okay? You seem a little….preoccupied." Sokka said, worry imprinted in his voice. Suki smiled reassuringly.
"Nothing, just a little…nervous." She said, her silk dress swishing in the silence. They walked to the beach together, the noise of the celebration fading to just a dull din.
"I really…missed you. But I need to let you know something. In the Northern Water Tribe, I gave my heart to Yue… and I never got it back. I never will." He said, his voice hushed and harsh as he fought back tears.
Suki looked at him oddly, backing up. "I've got to…go." She said, an eye twitching. She ran away from his out-stretched arms.
"I'll show him; he'll want me." She muttered to herself, making her way to his room.
Katara, exhausted, made her way to the house that Aang, Zuko, Sokka and she were to stay. Walking noiselessly in the calf-skin boots, she made her way through the dark house. A light in Zuko's room called to her. Obligingly, she opened the door a fraction more, stifling a gasp.
Zuko sat cross-legged in front of four candles, meditating. He gritted his teeth as someone walked rudely into his room. Whirling around to yell at them, he was silenced by soft lips. Eyes widening, he saw her own emerald ones close.
About to push her away, he heard a noise and someone's hasty retreat. Pushing her forcefully away, he looked at the door and saw it swing slightly on its hinges, evidence that someone had stood there.
"What the hell was that, wench?" Zuko hissed at the Kyoshi girl; he had never known her name.
"My name is Suki." She scoffed, eyeing his body, which made his anger flare even more.
"Get. Out." He said through clenched teeth, the candles behind him flaring into bonfire sized flames.
"Is this the kind of hospitality you return to those who are generous to you?" She asked, nonplussed by the flames.
"One more time. Get OUT!" He said evenly, accentuating the end of his order to make it twice as clear. She scrambled out, unnerved by his eyes as they visibly faded into a reddish color.
Katara fell onto her mattress, a deep anger boiling in her chest. She found it hard to breathe, as if something inside gripped her, a pressure. Her face contorted as she fought angry tears.
"That bastard! Did claiming me only mean shit to him?" She hissed to the dark. A vase of water in the hall froze over as her rage leaked out around her, emanating freezing temperatures. The windows laced over with ice, as people outside shouted as a wave of bone-chilling coldness hit them.
Oblivious to all but her rage, she burst out of the house, awakening Aang and Sokka, who had went to bed before she left the festivity. Storming to the shore in the cover of shadows, she whipped out her arm, slashing sideways. A razor sharp shard of ice hurled out to sea.
Over and over, she created those viscous shards, hurling them at various targets. Her anger slowly boiled down to just a blunt ache. Curling up on the cold sand, she cried herself to sleep.
Sokka watched as the waves crashed on the rocks. An unexpected storm had hit them hard, after Suki found Katara laying on the beach. Zuko was acting strange, like he seemed to be in a suppressed rage.
Katara hadn't woken up from her sleep for a day, while the tempest lashed furiously. Sokka knew this was no ordinary storm and he voiced his worries with Zuko and Aang.
"Well, then why don't we wake Katara up?" Aang asked, already on his way to her limp form. Sokka's quiet voice stilled him and everyone within earshot.
"She won't wake up. Not until she deals with this anger. If she doesn't…then this won't be an island anymore. It'll be part of the ocean."
"So are you saying, she's in an anger-induced sleep in which her emotions are controlling the ocean and we're all going to die unless we do something about it?" Zuko asked bluntly.
"No. We can't do anything. It's all up to her. We're all at my sister's mercy, and her wrath."
0.o...cliffie enough? don't worry...next chapter to be up in about an hour or so...aah, sorry abou Suki's OOCness, but hey, we've only gotten her character out of one episode, so who knows what she could really be like?
RnR and tell me if this was expected or not!